Friday was my free lecture, given in the Century B room of the LAX Hilton. The room has a capacity of about 80 people, and I was pleasantly impressed when I had a full house. I’ve been going over this lecture in my head for weeks, and I’ve been constantly getting the message that in order to reach more people, especially younger females – who are my target audience with “The Choice,” I need to get out of my head and speak more from my heart – the center of my chest. Taking this advice to heart, I had managed to cut my 45 minute presentation down to 180 slides (LOL).
Laughing at my inability to let go of old habits, the night before I had the thought that perhaps “The Universe” (that’s AKA GOD for those of you who aren’t hippies) would arrange things so that my computer and\or projector wouldn’t work properly, forcing me to wing it. Of course, I got in the room a little early, and the big G had indeed made sure that the projector wasn’t there.
Deciding this was a message, I just started to talk from memory. I was a little disorganized and it was tough to explain certain visual concepts without my slides, but I realized that I could probably do the show with as few as a dozen slides from now on, and that is my goal for the future. I was happy with the response to my lecture and next year when I have my new book out I’m sure I’ll be doing a longer stint. About half way through, I got a pleasant surprise when my co-author on Dark Mission Richard C. Hoagland showed up. He managed to give me a few fatherly pointers throughout the remainder of the talk and it was nice to see him and Robin again. Afterwards, there was some question and answer stuff from the audience. I have to say I was a bit disappointed at the number of conspiracy related questions from the male members of the audience, but you reap what you sow I guess. It will take me a while to establish a new brand identity so I guess I’d just better get used to it. That’s what I get for calling myself a “Born Again Conspiracy Theorist.”
After that, it was drinks and dinner in the bar, a production meeting for the documentary version of”The Choice,” my next book, and then home to Redondo Beach for a short night’s sleep. The next day I spent most of my time helping out the film production, bringing in and interviewing guests like William Henry Michael Kouri and Maryanne Comoroto, who impressed me to no end. I even asked her to marry me on the spot, but sadly, she is already taken.
Sunday was a big day, with more interviews and dropping in on the likes of Greg Braden, Jordan Maxwell and of course “The Sean” – Sean David Morton, who was on fire and had the crowd rolling with laughter. Even though I’d heard all the same jokes before, Sean’s delivery was so perfect and the audience so enthusiastic that I couldn’t help but laugh my ass off.
All in all, it was an exhausting but productive weekend. Now all I have to do is watch all the interviews, timecode the sound bites, write a script for the film, shoot my own talking head stuff, help with the editing, find a voice over actress… oh, and finish a 70,000 word manuscript for the book version of “The Choice.”
And did I mention produce a Harmonic Convergence live event and maybe produce\write\act in a certain R-rated stripper comedy that is close to getting funding…
