Lot’s Going On

Lot’s going on on the book front – too much in fact.

The three short My Haunted Life books are now available in ebook form on Apple iBooks, B&N Nook and at KOBO for sale…..

The audio book of My Haunted Life Too is selling very well … get your copy now.

If you want to sample some of my ghost stories, go and visit my Too Scared To Scream page and there you can download a free sample.

The Art of Science poetry book is also available in audio book format

I am working on finalizing a second edition of The Mystical Hexagram with co-author Sue Vincent. It should be out in a matter of days…….

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My Haunted Life Too Audio Book

I am very excited to announce the availability of My Haunted Life Too as an audio book read by the fantastic voice talent Alan Phillip Ormond. When I listened to the audio it gave me the chills and I wrote the stories! Just in time for Halloween go and grab your copy now. You won’t be disappointed….

Here is the sample…… listen in a dark room.



A Pilgrimage

Today, I took some time and went to Opava. It is only a couple of hours from Brno, but I have delayed the trip too many times. I went in search of Franz Bardon.. Frantisek Bardon in Czech… and I found him.

His grave is located in Opava Kylesovice.

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Standing by his grave, I found the atmosphere calm, peaceful, but electric… The grave is very well kept as well.

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There was, for me, a definite presence…

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Having paid my respects, I looked for his house located close by the cemetery and I believe this is it… based on Martin Faulks video...

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I then went into town and hunted down his flat, place of birth and lab… This photo is of the street in which he had a flat – though which house it was I do not know.

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Below is a photo of his lab in town. It is the house with the parked car in front of it.


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I also just reveled in being in Opava. A place he would have obviously known very well.

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All in all, it was a great day.

Opava doesn’t seem to know him. There are no little signs nor any sign that he ever lived there. Perhaps he would have wanted it that way?

Now, I live in Brno. It was here that he died in a communist prison. In Brno Castle… I will post photos of that shortly..

Thoughts on Higher Purpose

‘All is as it should be’ – Is it? Actually, it probably is. We tend to think of ourselves moving through time consciously making decisions that impact our future selves and the world around us. The more likely truth is that we are creatures of habit and subconscious desires and habits. We are unbalanced and our physical, emotional and mental bodies are unaligned or we are simply not in control.

Free will? I have come to the conclusion that for the normal person, we probably have little or no free will. If time is a construct of the mind – and increasingly the evidence from all sides suggests that it is – then how can we have free will? More likely our entire life is already mapped and plotted and rather than moving through an adventure that we are creating, we are simply experiencing it in linear fashion. Sort of like a record stylus. The record already exists. The song or music is complete but we only hear the bit that the stylus has just passed over. Everything is there all in an instant but our conscious experience of it is temporal and linear. and that would mean free will doesn’t actually exist…. its just an illusion.

I could surmise further and suggest that perhaps as spiritual creatures prior to birth we map and build our life song with the objective of having those experiences. Rather like the ride at Disney I love so much where you design a roller coaster ride and then get to ride it…. The life song has a purpose and that is experience.

However, I also believe in magic. Magic is about taking control from moment-to-moment. It’s about balancing the inner forces, aligning the physical, astral and mental bodies and really living in them. It’s about being consciously aware at every moment of our physical self, our feelings and our awareness of what is happening to us. If we can actually manage that then a fourth aspect comes into play. It has been termed many things, but it is actually the connection between us – the three vehicles acting as one – and the life source or God/Goddess.

The very few who can achieve that connection are able to willfully create their life song as they go. They see the consequences of their decisions and actions and they understand how things will be impacted. They develop free will as we might understand it. On the other hand, what is really intriguing is that once this connection occurs, free will is unwanted. Rather, the will of God becomes paramount in their actions. Such masters can apparently perform miracles, but what they have is an understanding of themselves and how everything is put together. Once that understanding is developed, it’s as simple as crossing the road because they see how it all works.

As I sit here, I know that I am playing out my life song. I know that all is as it should be. I also know that however imperfectly, I have signed up to understand more. Although the progress I have made so far is small or even non-existent, I continue to try through meditation, visualization and the use of age old symbols that eventually may yield their secrets…..



Tracks across The Sky

Tracks across the sky

Scars of modern travel

Highways in the air

A line to follow you there

A silver bird migrating

To summer’s golden shores

Arrows flying straight and true

Arriving to take off yet anew

Looking down from up on high

The globe’s curves miraculous

Jagged peaks and darkened seas

Warmer climes or a winter freeze

Passing by at the speed of sound

Until we slow to return to ground

Leaving, on a jet plane

Leaving, never to come back again

Away I go


Bye bye








The Words Won’t Come

I really think I should be saying something

but the words wont come

Guess I am shocked or surprised

Or a little of both besides

So much I want to say

but the words won’t come

I find I am in a calm silence

Perhaps the one before the storm?

Who knows? but I know

the words will not come

Perhaps something inside me

is simply broken?

Perhaps I have just understood

And am resigned to what will be

Since I cannot make you see

and the words will not come

Perhaps its just that things are so clear

That I will always hold you dear

Perhaps just that its so obvious

That you now seem oblivious

that my words would be wasted anyway

And there is little that I can say

It’s written on my face

Just in case

the words never come