Dear friends,

 Due to an illness that has progressed over the past two years, I have been advised by doctors and medical people to put the project on hold until the new year in order to make a full recovery.

The next part of the journey will see me behind the wheel of the Blanket Earth bus with a team by my side, It will navigate its way across Europe and other continents on its epic journey towards Rio 2016′.

Today the Blanket Earth Project has grown beyond my expectation and my health is first priority above anything else, I know you will all understand this and in order to bring a message of love,hope,change and kindness to the world I must start with myself and get well physically,Mentally and spiritually again !!!

I would like to thank so many people around the world for believing in me and getting behind this wonderful idea and concept called The Blanket Earth Project.

I know in my heart that one day it will all make sense whenever the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle is finally put into place at the World Olympic Games in Rio de Janeiro in Brazil in 2016′.

A young Irish girl aged eleven years old remarked recently that the largest statue of Christ was there and how “cool” it would be to have the World’s largest blanket there too with a message of love to the world.

I sometimes ask myself who is running the show ?

I would like to give a special thank you to Mitch in Co Leitrim Ireland for so much, You’re an angel in disguise and I love ya heaps xo

Blessings to you all

Paul.

Finding a blanket and giving it to a homeless man was only the start, Little did I realise what lay ahead and that my life was to be catapulted into another dimension.

Cycling Australia was an insane idea but maybe the insanity was justified by helping many homeless people, I gave away everything which wasn’t much back then including my wee cleaning business and my station wagon car and hit the road with a bike and a trailer attached. 

Everything  remaining in my life was  now on board the bike and trailer and I had no real plan except that I was going to try and cycle to Melbourne 900 kms away and appeal for blankets along the way.

Four days into my journey and I was on the brink of giving up and signing myself into the lunatic asylum whenever yet another miracle would happen and I was totally blind back then to realise that I wasn’t running this show.

The media picked up on my journey as some sort of Forest Gump character and then the nation got behind me, It just snowballed from there on in, At the time I had overstayed my visa for Australia and felt guilty deep down within but kept going, If  the department of Immigration were looking for me, they didn’t have to look far as I was in the spotlight between the news on televison,newspapers and radio.

Mind you, I had a difficult decision back then to make whenever breaking the law and that was to either leave Australia as required and return to the booming Celtic Tiger economy in Ireland or try and save the life of a teenage girl that wanted to take her life, I choose the latter and one thing let to another and here I am now cycling the nation to try and help  homeless people.

Thousands of businesses got behind me as what now seems like a nation, I took photos of  many and thank goodness I did as they are on this website, I managed with the help of the public to help hundreds of homeless people and people in general along the way as I was clean and sober many years now and felt a peace within that can not be described to anyone and this peace was noticable as my energy drew many people to me.

Following the success of Australia I decided to do Ireland and many laughed that I could do it blindfold as it was so tiny, they were right as blindfolded I would become and many good things happened and many not so good things happened.

Immogen my girlfriend and best friend from Australia followed me to Ireland with her eight year old daughter by her side with the hopes that we might get married and I couldn’t do it as Blanket Earth was my baby and I didn’t want to settle down with a family so Immogen was back on the plane to Austalia three weeks later.

My mind would become like the Celtic Tiger after nine months in Ireland working 24/7  and I collapsed and ended up in hospital having a nervous breakdown,I was discharged and then  I relapsed and went back on the drink and still tried to continue on regardless, I had been clean and sober over six years and you think I would have known the dangers from the past but I felt stressed out and totally disillusioned with the Irish people and the amount of young people committing suicide inspite of the roaring Celtic Tiger economy and the unfolding events worldwide and basically I was taking life too serious and killing myself.

In spite of my good days and my not so good days I managed to register the project as a charity and got the idea to put the world’s biggest blanket together with a message aimed at the Olympics 2012′.

I got many schools together and they in turn managed to help a charity whilst I was also helping charities along the way, I dragged myself across Scotland,Norway and Holland and returned to Ireland to meet another wonderful girl and hung out with her for the next seven months, she was a very special girl and almost half my age but we were connected like you wouldn’t believe and we got on like a house on fire, she was amazing and she couldn’t do enough to help me and the project and she is still a wee gem in my eyes today.

She left for Australia, I suggested she leave Ireland as the economy was starting to crumble as I was heading in the same direction New Zealand and maybe we could catch up somewhere in the Southern Hemisphere, However, I knew in my heart this wouldn’t happen as she was very pretty with a beautiful heart and I suggested to her she would have many an aussi chasing her, She thought I was crazy suggesting such a thing but thats exactly what happened and as Murphys law would have it she fell in love with an aussi farmer guy that owns a lot of  land and animals and she loved animals so two and two make four.

I would touch down in New Zealand and eventually hit the headlines for all the wrong reasons and become famous as I was robbed,beaten up and urinated upon. the bad luck seemed to follow me as I got robbed in Argentina 6 months later and thats another story in itself as the pimps,prostitutes and drug cartel looked after me until I waited for a flight from Buenos Aires to lift me back to New Zealand.

The Irish Embassy gave me 200 pesos and wouldn’t fly me back to Ireland and the Red Cross wouldn’t help me but the pimps,prostitutes and drug cartels did as did my best friend from New Zealand Richard Irvine who flew me back to safety.

Unfortunately, Richard died in a tragic accident just before Christmas and he was the second friend of mine to die within a week followed by a third on New Years Eve.

I was hospitalised three times in New Zealand due to health problems and inspite of everything managed to get 6 schools on board the project and help many people and charities along the way.

On my way home back through Asia things happened to which I cannot mention on this blog diary but will publish them someday in one of my books as they are unbelievable.

Back in Ireland almost three months and I get the idea whilst in the mountains sitting quietly and praying for three weeks that the Blanket I picked up was not  just any ordinary blanket nor was the person I gave it to back on that hill on the Central Coast in N.S.W  Australia as I now believe it was an ascended master as I will never forget his blue eyes, I will never forget the peace and stillness and the time that stood still for those moments and every strand of hair standing on my body.

Looking back on it some months into my journey I realise for a homeless man he was spotlessly clean and whenever I turned around to say good-bye to him he had vanished into  thin air, I looked everywhere for that man for the next six weeks but couldn’t find him and today I don’t need to look any further for he was and is still standing right beside me every second and every hour of the day.

I will be taking a walk down memory lane in the eight chapters below and bringing you on a ride beyond comprehension at times,I have a publisher interested in writing my life story and I don’t know why to be honest with you.Anyway,you can be your own judge whether there is a book after you read the eight chapters,In some places its not suitable for children and I would appreciate it if they gave the next eight chapters a wide berth.I will keep you posted on bulletins from time to time.Hope you enjoy !

I come down off the hills to do some bits-n-bobs in the nearest town and as soon as possible I am heading back to the surreal beauty of peace and tranquility and to be alone.

Too be utterly alone is to experience the beautiful gift we all share called life, the sun rises over the horizon and sometimes there is a wind and somtimes there is not.

This place seems to come alive at this time of the day with the sounds of birds and bees and the baby lambs calling out to their mothers.Human beings are very sparse in these remote parts,it is lovely Leitrim in Ireland and I have nicknamed the majestic valley “Gods Valley” for thats the only words that measure this place.

In the evenings the sun drops on the other side of the valley leaving a blood red sky and it seems to drop straight into the atlantic ocean in the distance,I had the honour of minding Mitch’s  9 yr old daughter Kezzia over the weekend and she taught me many things like children do.

They see things a lot more clearer that we adults do, perhaps; We get caught up in the woes of  the world or maybe we are brainwashed from an early age,I find children before they reach puberty have the voice of God in them as they speak the truth, once they reach that puberty stage they become a mind of their own and drive many parents gaga with their ideals and desires to life.

To sit still is one of the greatest gifts in life, for all the answers will come, we just have to connect to the great spirit. A guest that came alone to my birthday party last week said he didn’t believe in God or spirits, I had to respect his opinion and thanked him and his 67 years of experience on this beautiful journey we all share.

There is a difference in believing in something and knowing something, if I were to read countless amounts of holy books and attend church daily I might believe there was a God or maybe a Christ figure, however; If I were to meet the Christ figure face to face then I would not believe in him anymore ! I would know him… for wouldn’t I have met him, Its as simple as that.

I woke up one morning to see my face on the front page of the Nation paper in Bangkok Thailand with a big caption “Into the Mystic “, it was sometime in April 1997′, my beautiful girlfriend Sukanya which means (beautiful angel)  at the time was beside herself “My boyfriend is famous “, she said more than once with a smile.

I started to believe her as I was rubbing shoulders at the time with all types of people seeking my counsel and most of all my predictions at reading Tarot cards. I still see her face whenever I said I was meeting James Bond 007 later that night for a drink, She said “Dollaye” which means bullshit in the Thai language.

As soon as Pierce Brosnan appeared in an open white shirt and shook my hand in Nana plaza that night Sukanya  went bright red and whispered in my ear “Pom lak coon mack ma” which means I love you very much and reminded me once again that I was famous as she grinned from ear to ear and made a comment that he was very handsome !

Twelve years later I wake up to see my face once again in the headlines, this time it was in New Zealand and I managed to occupy the headlines in the biggest newspaper there, this was in July 2009′.

A lot has happened in those twelve years resulting into the Blanket Earth Project being born, I was always scared to write about my amazing life for what would people seriously think if they knew ? they say the truth will set you free and back in February 2000′ as I said good-bye to my father for the last time knowing that I wouldn’t see him again he said son “You should write a book about your life as it would make a best-seller”.

If he only knew for my life would be catapulted into another dimension with the spirit world but then again he probably does for he is probably looking over me whenever the going gets rough at times, It was only as recent as 2008′ that I found out my father wasn’t my father and I wanted to believe he was my real father, however, he did ask me why I changed my name back in 1992′ and to be honest with you I told him I didn’t really know why, I made up some flimsy excuse that if I ever got in trouble I didn’t want to bring the family name into it and besides I knew back then that something had changed within me and I couldn’t explain any of it.

I dare not tell anybody except one person that I had an out of body experience back before I changed my name and seen my mother to whom was dead ten years previous, She looked so beautiful and was in a tunnel with dry ice and dressed in white and I tried to reach out to her but couldn’t and I came back into that room in Melbourne during the middle of the night in a heatwave, I awoke my friend who was sleeping in the next room and brought him into my bedroom and we made a promise never to speak about this to anyone and could not understand why the room was below freezing and the rest of the house was like an oven.

My stepfather was a sceptic in just about every form and he laughed whenever he heard I read tarot cards, he asked me a question in the mid nineties at his home and didn’t tell me what he was asking, I told him the money wasnt far away and that he had a windfall coming very soon, he laughed out loud in my face and told me he never heard such rubbish.

Six weeks later I hear from him whilst I am back in Australia and he has just won eleven grand in the lotto, he said son you could make a lot of money doing those cards for people but that wasn’t my intention as I had still one foot in the corporate world and making zillions of dollars selling investments,stocks and shares…paper doesn’t refuse ink I learnt from my corporate days.

I kept watching a movie back then called “Baraka” which is the arabic for blessings and it was like sending an arrow through my heart everytime I watched it, it was about the world and there wasn’t one word spoken, it brought me to tears at times and after watching it about ten times I felt my heart wandering away from the corporate world and more towards helping the world.

Standing behind a mahogany table on the 17th floor of a skyscraper one morning was to change my direction once again, I didn’t hear the hustle and bustle of the guys working along side of  me but I remember shouting to them to come and take a look, they all gathered around and peered down below as I made  a comment about the man on the bicycle blowing words in a cone whilst shouting orders to four rowers on the yarra river in Melbourne. Have they no work to do was my idiotic words  and then the penny dropped that I was the monkey stuck in the cage high above in the clouds in the sky and in a split second I decided to take off my armani suit and change my life forever,Thailand here I come.

Little did I realise what lay ahead, the next 15 yrs would open my mind and free my soul,I would tap into a mysterious gift and then smash it to pieces by the booze,drugs and the dark world.I would loose my soul and try and end the journey of insanity by suicide, the fame and fortune brought no solace to my broken heart and lostness to a hidden place in the dark depts of my mind.I would finally rise again for a period and walk the path of light once more, Again, I would fall like a rag doll before reaching the moment of phoenix and enlightenment.I was free at last for the fears and desires were removed, I realise that the gift and coincidences were not mine but maybe the great spirit within me that shone brightly at times.Maybe I could say it was the seven rays of light shinning upon me or to put it in lay-mans terms, seven angels and God directing them, the Blanket Earth Project was put in my path and wasn’t planned.It just happened in one of those moments, I can’t explain to any human being for they would not understand and do not understand inspite of our intelligence. its not my message, it never was, its not my idea or concept, I am only a puppet on a string on the grand scale of things and my puny and tiny little mind cannot for a moment get any understanding of the mysteries of the power above.The person that comes forth and says they know God is indeed a fool of the highest ranking for this is not possible, the best we can do is trust that we are not in control and yet recently I met a man that claims he can stop the runs by willpower,I asked him can he stop the sun rising tomorrow morning and he was just about to come up with an answer when I told him I had to use the loo and would he excuse me as I took a bee-line over the fence.The world is full of blind fools that have never woken up, yet, I still love them in small portions as they try and try my patience from time to time.Someday, they may be so  fortunate enough to realise that they are having a nightmare and wake up, then again, it doesn’t matter for they are on a journey just like me, when they leave here one day, they shall return and not as they are today, but then again they wouldn’t understand these words either for its hard to describle the colours of a rainbow to a blind man.I was smiling from ear to ear, I was cashed up and on my way to the Islands of Thailand, it was only a nine hour flight from Australia and this was the start to my new life.I was excited as I had heard many reports of how everything was on tap including some of the most beautiful and friendliest girls in the world and here I was on my way to introduce myself and meet them.Falling in love was not on my agenda, In actual fact, it was the last thing on my mind, I just wanted fun like any single guy would and besides I deserved it I thought to myself.I didn’t expect my bank manager to leave a message at the airport for my attention to call him as soon as possible, I loaded my credit cards with only a limit of two grand each by ten times that amount and didn’t realise they didn’t cover over that limit in the event of me getting robbed.I told him it was fine as I had to put my money somewhere and had already transferred monies to three different countries and was carring a book load of travellers cheques and ten dollars short of the amount that the customs allow you in with which was about ten grand.I always said the money was like manure and you have to spread it around in order to make things grow and I only had one thing in mind that I wanted to make grow and it had nothing to do with manure, Let me assure you !too be contd