I truly believe we are responsible for our own health and wellbeing.

How?

I was in a public hospital ward with a group of other men discussing their prostate problems.

“I’ve heard about alternative methods to defeat prostate problems,” said one indicating that he’d never heard of it until It was too late.

I think it would have been too late for the others too.

I had.

A few years earlier my GP had advised me to have an autopsy.

I knew I had a prostate problem.

I thought, no way.

I declined his offer and decided to educate myself on the issue before agreeing to surgery.

I found a book by a man who had overcome his serious prostate condition with alternative therapies.

I threw myself into six months of all the alternative therapies I knew.

Supplements. Reflexology. Reiki. Aromatherapy. Affirmations. Yoga. Chakra balancing. Diet.

After six months my prostate problems had gone.

To this day it’s not an issue.

I was left feeling so sad for those aged men who believed in what they had been told.

Without questioning it.

Not even thinking there might have been an alternative.

Today I’m experiencing much the same.

A year ago I had a stroke following a Covid vaccination.

I was hit on my right side. Couldn’t move my right arm and leg.

So I couldn’t walk.

Now twelve months later I’m fighting back.

I can use my right arm and I’m learning to walk again.

Now I can go out for coffee with my daughters in their car.

I’m overcoming a stroke which, I’m told, old people just don’t do.

What is my secret.

Make an effort.

Do the exercises.

Use my mind.

Will power.

We all have it.

Using our mind is, hands down, the best alternative therapy.

I’ve learned that alone will keep you young.

From experience.

Stay healthy and keep using your mind.

Even while you’re still young.

Love and Peace.

Neil.

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Back in 1807 Sydney Town’s population of 3,000 – of which about two-thirds were convicts and where there were five men to every woman – trembled each time they heard the all too familiar viceregal shouts of “The law, sir! Damn the law! My will is law and woe to the man that dares to disobey it!”

The Irish were enraged when some of their leaders were sentenced to one thousand lashes and others removed from their farms and ruined.

Thus were the seeds sown for Australia’s first military coup involving the sixth Governor of the colony, William Bligh of ‘Mutiny on the Bounty’ fame. Another mutiny was in the offing. Read about it in my book ‘Back to the Wall’.

Governor William Bligh’s treatment of the Military Corps, free men who did not expect to be treated as criminals, was arousing widespread resentment among its members. After an incident in which some of his men were ordered to the guard house, Major Johnson was moved to write to Colonel Gordon in London that “Governor Bligh seems ignorant of any instructions or rules, but such as are dictated by the violent passion of the moment.”

In that same dispatch was a letter from Mary Putland, Bligh’s daughter, in which she wrote affectionately that her father (Bligh) was “dreadfully harassed by business and the troublesome set of people he has to deal with” and that “there are a few we suspect wish to oppose him.”

In England there were rumours that Bligh would be recalled. Grimes, the surveyor-general for the colony, after eight months in Van Diemen’s Land, wrote on his arrival in New South Wales on 28 December that “Sydney is hell.”

The unrest in the colony was exacerbated by a scarcity of food and high prices due to heavy rains and disastrous floods which had all but wiped out the newly established market gardens in the Hawkesbury River valley.

Bligh had been alerted to a movement to have John Macarthur go to England “as the Colony’s agent to impugn his government and represent the heavy grievances of the inhabitants” and that, as Ellis states, although Bligh “might feel himself ‘as removable as Ararat,’ he was not the man to be inert when attacked or threatened.”

On 15 December 1807 a warrant was issued for Macarthur’s arrest. His trial began the following day. It was the point of no return in the personal battle of wills that activated the trigger for insurrection.
Believing it to be an illegal warrant, Macarthur failed to appear. To Bligh such mutinous conduct was high treason. Although the bench ruled that Macarthur had merely committed a misdemeanor, at the end of the day he was committed for trial in a criminal court on 25 January.

While the story of how Australia’s first and only military coup came about is significant
Bligh returned to England in 1810 and, for his service, was elevated to the rank of Vice Admiral. He escaped a court marshal but Major Johnson didn’t. He was dismissed from the service in disgrace. He returned to New South Wales and settled on a grant of land.

Macarthur managed to escape prosecution. He also returned to the colony to resume his sheep breeding activities for which he became famous. Today he is recognised as the pioneer of the wool industry that was to boom in Australia in the early 19th century and become a trademark of the nation.

In recognition of his contribution to Australian agriculture, Macarthur was honored by a postage stamp issued on the centenary of his death in 1934 (depicting a merino ram). He also appeared on the first Australian $2 note issued in 1966. His properties Elizabeth Farm and Camden Park Estates are heritage listed.

Best wishes,

Neil

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Her name was Maria Fitzherbert and she was last in a line of numerous mistresses of George, Prince of Wales. But then, they were secretly married so was she a legitimate mother of their children?

I can’t believe there were no children, from the mistresses or from Maria, the secret wife of George IV.

So where are they?

What happened to them?

Could they have been sent to the colonies on the convict ships that conveniently sailed to Australia in those times?

Or placed in homes for lost children or on training ships for orphaned kids?

Does she want us to know 200 years later?

And does one of them, an unsung hero who commanded one of the Tall Ships sailing Australian waters in the early 1800s, want to be heard?

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What seemed to be waiting for me was the genealogical research that had struck a snag, a sudden dead end in Oxford, England, 200 years ago.

There was an x who wasn’t the father of y, and a y who wasn’t the son of x.

This was wrong.

Added to this dilemma were three secret messages each with three clues to a mystery that seemed to connect with the genealogical facts.

And there was a granny who turned out to be a ghost.

All of this was waiting for me to figure out.

I’ve written a book about how my life, now homeless, penniless, friendless and jobless, was thrown into this infuriating situation and it was me who was left to solve it.

Was I being sent by some invisible hand across the planet, searching through Regency history, Australian First Fleets of the first convict settlers and a military coup, relations with the Maori of New Zealand, heartwarming stories of true episodes from history, life of the High Seas, unknown heroes, my own romantic episodes in New York, Regency England and Norther Italy, and more?

But shockingly, to the bedrooms of the Prince of Wales, George IV and his mistresses and the Catholic widow he secretly married and, perhaps, legitimate children for whom I have found much hushed up evidence.

I’ve set out that evidence, for illegitimate as well as legitimate children and how the opportunity to send them off to the new colony in the antipodes, with convict settlers, must have been too hard to resist.

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Best wishes

Neil