I’ve written a knockout book to expose a cover-up.

What was the secret of the ‘Mary Ann’ all-female convict ship in the Third Fleet to Australia?

Only a ghost could have known about it.

Because the truth was covered up and the evidence destroyed.

Then 200 years later a paranormal experience, quite a few in fact, fell into my lap and off I went on a once-in-a-lifetime adventure.

Across 5 countries.

I was in Australia and the cover-up occurred in England.

Involving the Prince of Wales.

And his mistress.

They were married in a secret ceremony.

Officially it never happened.

I’m not so sure.

Back then a liaison between a Protestant and a Catholic was dynamite.

At the time the anti-Catholic Gordon Riots were causing fear amongst the population of London.

This happened in London.

I was in Australia.

The Prince of Wales and a Catholic widow.

That would have been dynamite too.

Officially it never happened.

My paranormal clues said otherwise.

And so, sensing an amazing story, I went for it.

I responded to the clues.

Which led me to Regency England, New Zealand and, yes, right back home to Australia.

I uncovered an amazing story

The writer’s magazine Writer’s Digest called it a “blockbuster”.

And more.

You can read the awesome reviews HERE.

Or buy my blockbuster 230 page book HERE.

It’s a “fun and entertaining” book says another reviewer..

See for yourself.

Love and Peace.

Neil.

It’s a Cover-Up!

. The evidence was destroyed.

But a ghost led me to paranormal clues –

* to unknown secret lives of some British Royals,

* the English Doctor banished to the antipodes for knowing too much,

* mystery ships like the ‘Lady Nelson’ and the ‘Mary Ann’,

* a secret Royal marriage,

* Australia’s only military coup,

* a sequel to ‘Mutiny on the Bounty’ involving William Bligh,

* an unsung hero of the South Seas

* BUY THE BOOK HERE AND BE SHOCKED.

It’s a “fun and entertaining” book says one reviewer.

See for yourself.

Love and Peace.

Neil

I Didn’t See This Coming.

Just when I was down-and-out, when my freelance copywriting business of 10 years had hit the skids, I went bankrupt.

Strange things started to happen.

What was going on?

You’d think I had started a new life without intending to.

New things, new ideas, new open doors were rushing towards me.

Which is where my story begins.

Right here.

My first thought was survival.

I needed a place to live.

Cheap.

I had nothing.

I’d been offered a small Victorian holiday flat in a quiet springs resort in the Wombat Forest about one and a half hours from Melbourne.

I packed all my stuff into my car and went to the Central Highlands.

My life, as I knew it, was over.

I arrived with nothing, to nothing, with nothing to do.

Soon I was offered an old caravan for almost nothing.

I moved in and lived there for the next 5 years.

Parked precariously outside my benefactor’s home in the hills I could relax at last.

He created evocative airbrush paintings under the house.

She was a devoted follower of Sai Baba, her Indian Hindu guru.

An interesting couple.

We had many inspiring conversations.

The kind of mental and spiritual stimulus I’d been missing in the corporate world.

It was my new life among the sweet smells of Nature and the soothing sounds of the birds and the waterfall outside the caravan.

I felt at home there to ponder my fate and, well, to recover from the stresses of the past.

Then something happened that woke me from my reflective mood.

A file of documents about an historical mystery fell into my lap.

There was a friendly ghost from the past.

I’d been given, very mysteriously, a new challenge and my mind was off again.

And that mysterious file was the start of a new adventure that had my mind racing in a whole new direction I had not anticipated.

No way.

Which is where the intriguing material from the mystery file grabbed my attention.

Which soon became the focus of a new and amazing true story.

A 250-page book, a true story.

I’ve given my book a knockout title.

A very different title for a very different kind of book.

Of survival without money.

Of the paranormal.

And of the romantic.

Of a hushed up secret from the early days of British exploration around Australia and New Zealand.

One reviewer calls it “fun and entertaining”.

It’s an exciting story that took me to the other side of the planet chasing clues to a true historical romantic mystery across 5 countries.

I’ll tell you more next time.

Watch for my next post or follow me at aussiescribe.com.

Love and Peace,

Neil

The Ghost Who Fooled Everyone.

She was Florence’s companion for five years. That is, until Florence started at school then she mysteriously disappeared.

Seems like, she was a ghost who had fooled everyone.

To Florence she was her granny.

She was her friend and companion for the first five years of her life.

I think Granny Fitz was her only friend for those formative years.

Then she just disappeared.

Had she died?

Florence had assumed so.

But no.

Recently Florence decided to look into the family history and research her family tree.

When she tried to find her favourite granny there were her official records.

No trouble.

So she went looking for her gravestone which was located at the Melbourne Cemetery.

Success.

But there was a problem.

It seems like Granny Fitz died seventeen years before she was alive and well as Florence’s childhood companion.

Was she a ghost then?

Together Florence and I went though every other granny in her family, every relative, every family name, nut no Granny Fitz.

Was it a false name?

Was it a friend?

Was she a nanny?

To Florence it was none of the above.

I looked her straight in the eye and asked, who was Granny Fitz?

And she replied, quite annoyed with me for even asking, Granny Fitz was my companion.

So who was she?

Was the answer in her name?

Did she have a secret?

Was this really a ghost with a secret?

I think so.

I’ve set out the whole case for an explosive answer to that question.

There was a mystery here.

And I’m on to it.

See for yourself in my autobiographical book ‘Man Steps Off Planet’.

Read the rave reviews first here.

It’s a book full of twists and turns.

And a real romantic historical mystery.

Neil.

Visit my Author Page here.

Banished To The Colonies For Knowing Too Much. Why?

“At Rokeby, where the road branches off from Skillion Hill, through Glebe Farm on its way to Cambridge,” wrote Mabel Hookey in a small limited edition book published over 40 years ago, “there is an old cottage, once the home of Dr and Mrs Desailly.

“It was built in 1826, by William Hance and was one of the early landmarks of the locality.

“There was a certain cachet about the Desaillys, and a hint of strangeness as of exotic birds blown from their course by adverse winds.

“It was whispered that Dr Desailly’s English practice had been at the court of George IV, and that his beautiful wife had been a Lady in Waiting to Queen Caroline.

“What were they doing in this antipodean outpost? They held no official position, nor were they of the free settlers who were beginning to trickle into the colony.

“They did not swell the ranks of those unfortunates [convicts] who had left their country for their country’s good, nor were they political exiles.

“A vessel under special charter brought them to Van Diemen’s Land [Tasmania], and they always had plenty of money, derived from a mysterious pension, paid regularly and with great secrecy.”

I know the Desailly’s secret and I’ve written a fun and entertaining and revealing book about it.

Read more here.

It’s got everything it needs to be a blockbuster: romance, history, the paranormal, says Writer’s Digest.

Best wishes,

Neil.