A 3 for Free Weekend

This Friday and Saturday – grab your copy of My Haunted Life 3 for FREE on Kindle….

The third installment of the Amazon best selling series – My Haunted Life.

True tales of demons, ghosts, evil, strange events and things that go bump in the night…

In My Haunted Life 3 –

What it is like to camp on a Civil War battlefield in Yorkshire,
Be chilled to the bone by the creepy antics of a ghostly lodger,
Wonder about people who come back after death to PROVE that they still exist,
Whether that monster in the cupboard is real?
What an orb actually is?
Deja Vue and parallel universes,
Worry about the ghost whose boots were made for walking,

and many, many more chilling, thought-provoking and true stories of the paranormal.


His flesh was crawling and his fear rising as he realized that the figure was turning its head in his direction.

“I took a photo of the monster, Dad. You will have to believe me now.” He said.

His blood ran cold as he saw a face leering at him in the dim light of the flashlight.

As the light went on, the whispering stopped. Now his heart was beating and he was, for the first time, afraid.

Their hearts beating and icy sweat running down their backs, they investigated the spare room together.

Give yourself a scare…..


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The Mystery of Existence

It’s a truly funny thing
As I sit here, another night alone
Playing with my mobile phone
Thinking back and thinking on
A life now set in stone
A journey through a changing world
I try to make sense of it all
Juggling pieces around
A jigsaw has only one outcome
The pieces only fit one way
The picture you portray
It makes me wonder
If the rest of the journey
Yet unrevealed, is already set
Sealed, delivered and done
Nothing gained, nothing won
Alone I am in eternity
Alone I am in time and space
No winners in this lonely race
A cold and lonely dream
And I know that it is not what it seems
I know that I’m making it up
As I go along
And it won’t be long
Before the picture is revealed
The final answer revealed
A struggle ended
All the sadness mended
I am an eternal moment
With a beginning and an end
Still looking for a friend
For we travel this journey
Alone and burdened to the end
Face to face with me
Eye to eye with destiny
Looking into the mystery
Of existence


Murder by Social Media

Perhaps I am going to run the risk of getting the wrong side of the PC crowd with this one, but as I often say, someone has to say it.

This last week, two news stories caught my attention because they were two sides of the same coin and in my opinion, both wrong. The first story is of the mountain climbers in Malaysia. OK, when in Rome and all that and tourists need to consider where they are and take responsibility for their actions and all of that – yes, I agree. But, good grief, how to get worked up over a non-event. Apparently, it was offensive to God that these people got naked for a photo. Really? Which God would that be then? The one that created them – NAKED. How on Earth would God be offended by being presented with its creation as he created them?

The second is the story about the 70-year old male Nobel scientist forced to resign and live the rest of his life being hounded by PC people because he dared to make a joke about women in the lab. Again, yes I know, tip of the iceberg, permeates a culture and so on ad nauseam. People – he was joking. He is 70 and he made the mistake of joking about sexism. What a crime that is to be crucified by every global media outlet and twitter account on the planet. Derek and Clive must be turning in their graves. PC at its worst and most heinous…. Get a life people. Give the man a break – its hardly as if he has a track record of abusing women is it?

I pick on these two events because to my mind their are similarities. In both instances, a party somewhat innocuously and innocently without malice or premeditation, did something that people with a religious or social axe to grind then crucified them for. Global and social media took it up and before you know it, they are being blamed for deaths from earthquakes and other such nonsense.

It’s time we grew up on this planet. It’s time people respected each other again and gave each other some room to manoeuvre. People make mistakes, they say silly things, they do even sillier things. Since when was that a crime deserving of more global malice than what is going on in Syria, Iraq, and other such places everyday? I ask you?

Finally, as a magician, that malice and anger that is whipped up and directed at these poor people is real. It has an existence and it is almost like cursing that individual. There are two concerns here. The first is that level of spiritual energy is bound to affect the person concerned and secondly, there will be a karmic consequence for that on the perpetrator…..




How can you say you love me?
And yet not really know me?
How can you know me?
Yet tell me that I lie?
All I ever wanted
Was to be understood
Yet how can I expect that from you if
I don’t understand myself!
But couldn’t you take an interest
In something more than
Every normal day life
Couldn’t you try to visit the places
That truly haunted me
Couldn’t you make the effort
Couldn’t you just take the time?
Its funny cos you think what you think
So confidently
Where do you get that?
What makes you actually believe
You know me?
I don’t think you have made the effort
I don’t think you could ever see
What it takes to be me
Just like I cannot know
What it takes to be you
I know that I am alone
I am an island, all alone
Not sure if there could be another way
Doesn’t matter what you say
I am an island
And you are the sea
And in the end
You are eroding me.



Once again I find myself sitting here sort of alone. I always seem to end up listening to music and drinking a glass or two of wine. The music these days will be Bush, Gavin Rossdale, Porcupine Tree, Steven Wilson, or one of his other projects…. maybe Riverside or Opeth. Whatever, the music seems to find its place within me and that place is invariably somewhere in the past. It isn’t that I don’t look forward to the future, I do and very much. No, it is simply that I now have 55 years of very precious memories, life’s lessons and many rambling and bizarre thoughts about how to make sense of it all.

I have been extraordinarily fortunate in my life. I have packed a couple or more lives in already and who knows? There may yet be much much more. I certainly think I have yet to have my 15 promised minutes of fame, for example. I remember very well Jack, my Dad’s best friend being taken aback by something I said as we visited an old Cornish tin mine. He was filling my head with how hard my life would have been a hundred or so years earlier especially if I had to work in such a place. Confidently and assertively I told him the equivalent of ‘Bullshit, I’d own the place!’ Jack tells me every time he sees me he always knew I would excel….

Well, I don’t own any tin mines. I don’t own much at all actually but I do OK and I have traveled, met, experienced, seen happiness, felt sadness, loved, hated, been loved, been hated and so much more. I have had missed chances and missed disasters. In short, I have had and hope to continue to have, a pretty interesting life. So why not sit here from time to time, glass in hand, music playing, reliving, rethinking, replaying my life.

When I look back, I do see moments that had real importance. It may have been nothing more than a feeling or a hint. I do wonder if that moment was like a wormhole that If had I chosen differently would have dragged me off kicking and screaming down a different path. Or perhaps, those strange moments with that strange feeling that I cannot truly describe were like checkpoints – moments that one can rapidly revisit in technicolour glory to re-explore in a different era, in a different mindset, from a parallel reality perhaps.That is what the poem I wrote tonight is about. The Way Back.

Is it only me that has such moments and wonders over them all of my life? I wish my Dad was still here – I would ask him.

Such moments transcend everything. They take on an importance of amazing proportions. The memory of them oscillates from forgotten to suddenly recalled with a sense of profound shock and awe (to borrow an awful expression). I like the checkpoint idea… as if at some point in time I press a button and say make this point easy to come back to from any other point in my life.

Another way to look at it is that time doesn’t exist at all. The sense of time passing is simply an illusion and these check points are there to let us know that all points in our life are always accessible.

Who knows?


A Way Back?

The silver image flickers on screen
Moving stills still alive now dance
A home movie rerun has begun
A 1960’s sun hangs high above us
The surf churns and works the beach
Moments from a childhood now out of reach

Blisters painful on my reddened sunburned back
The drifting aromas of cuppa soup
Whispered and muted parental voices speak
The tent gently flutters in the night breeze
I shiver and roll and try to sleep
Imagined stirrings of a quantum leap

The grass sways in golden waves
The incessant buzz of insects grind
Dragonflies hover like silky silken copters
The heat envelopes us within a shimmer
A feeling creeps in – one of déjà vu
A crack in time that I might climb thro?

The surfboard rides and glides easily
And as I tumble over, it slices my chest
The sting of salty sea drops alerts me
The reddish tinge up on my skin
A connection with my future self
A scar fashioned in bloody youthful health

The searing heat of dune sand
Burns my peeling back
We roll and squirm and slide
Your scent masked in sun tan tones
And inside your pale blue eyes
I see everything my life implies


Love Me or Hate Me?

The first review for How To Create Your Own Reality is up… Yes – its a 1-star review that says as its title ‘Awful’. I had to laugh. Hopefully, that won’t turn out to be the majority decision…..

I found myself remarking to a friend after seeing the review – ‘why me?’

The reason is that I seem to polarize my audience. Not for me are a bunch of 3 and 4 star ratings…. I seem to get a lot of 5-stars and a few 1-stars with not much in the middle. So my conclusion is that people either love or hate my work. This perception prompted the PhD in me to do some quick analysis…..

Well, I was wrong…… its actually a nicely skewed distribution towards 5-stars across 111 reviews on Amazon and amazon UK. There is a little loss of the shape at the 1 end so it does seem as if a a small minority hates what I do…..


I guess the truth is I don’t like 1-star reviews….. and they stick out to me like a sore thumb and as a result, I weight them more highly than other reviews…. What I am doing is exactly what I discuss in the book – I am creating my own conspiracy theory and seeing the evidence for it where there actually isn’t any. In turn, this colors my reality and impinges on my life in a way it should not……

I need to be more positive…..

Out Now – How To Create Your Reality – give it a read and leave your own review…..