Archive for June, 2015

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

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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

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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

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Erosion

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

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Checkpoints

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

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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

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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

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Memories of Long Ago

Recently a childhood friend passed away very suddenly however, I got to communicate with one of his newer friends on Facebook about our mutual pal and share a few stories. I told him how I had first met Andrew Wells who was out our next door but one neighbor and how we had learned to play guitar together. A band resulted that at first was called Brutus and later Nemo (latinized ‘No One’ – we always thought No one in concert quite funny). The band initially comprised of Andy on lead guitar, me on second guitar and vocals, our next door neighbor, Tim Pybus on Bass and mutual friend Mike Smith on Drums. One sunny afternoon, we assembled our kit in the back yard. Andy’s dad had made him and

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