Unsung Heroes From Aussie Italian Gold Rush Miners to Sailing Ship Mysteries & a Lost British Prince In Aus.

It’s the Gold Rush era of California, New Zealand and southern Australia. They came from the Ticino region in the south of Switzerland and the foothills of the Alps in the north of Italy in the 1850s hoping to strike gold. Many sailed out on borrowed money expecting to strike it rich and make their fortunes in the Central Highlands of Victoria, Australia, where I lived for 5 years. Most didn’t.

But hey, were they unsung heroes who left behind a permanent legacy of Italy in the Aussie bush?

There was a ghost. A clue led me back to a fashionable Catholic widow over 200 years ago in Regency England who secretly married the heir to the British throne, the Prince of Wales. I think it was a legitimate marriage which, if proven by the other clues I uncovered, would have cast serious doubts on events of that time. If there were legitimate children then where are they? Who were they? And how did they change history, if at all?

But hey, was the first born son an unsung hero who was sent secretly to Australia and became the enigmatic Commander of the ‘Lady Nelson’?

And there’s more.

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Illustrated: The tale of the mutiny on the Bounty remains one of the most intriguing stories of adventure on the high seas more than 200 years after the ill fated voyage that made Captain Bligh and Fletcher Christian legends. But what of the unsung heroes (like the unknown British sailor without a past who became Commander of the ‘Lady Nelson’) who sailed with Bligh on the ‘Bounty’?

Neil.

Romance, history, mystery, the paranormal & drama on every page (all true).

INCLUDING THE SECRET OF THE LOST PRINCE OF OZ.

My life had crashed and burned.

My back was to the wall.

I’d lost everything.

I had to learn a new way to live.

And then, what secrets were uncovered, what historical mysteries revealed, in this unpredictable book about what happened next, full of twists and turns.

Hidden evidence was revealed when an innocent ancestry search mixed with 3 mysterious messages each with 3 clues plus the appearance of a real ghost with a critical clue combined to set up an unexpected historical mystery from Regency England 200 years ago.

What life messages, what spiritual wisdom, what historical intrigues did I learn in my untypical fun romantic paranormal historical true mystery world adventure?

Read my struggle for survival, the extraordinary events that the happened after bankruptcy, the fun and the drama as I describe every moment as it unfolded. Order your copy of ‘Man Steps Off Planet’ now – click here.

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Best wishes

Neil Smith

Crash Landing

I arrived at the Blue Lake like a meteorite crashing to earth. I needed a place to crash. At the time I knew nothing of the significance of the lake, all I knew was that I had landed. Thank god.
I’d been promised a Place in the Sun to settle down and write the book.
What book?
Well, the book about my adventures up until that moment. But what were they talking about, a Place in the Sun? That could mean anything.
First there had been my one-on-one with a channel in New Jersey. The word was that Michael who I was speaking with was being channelled through numerous mediums across the United States at the time. His words had been gathered, cross-checked for consistency and published by one of the channels named Jose Stevens PhD. The books were published as ‘Tao to Earth’ and ‘Earth to Tao’. I had been given free copies of both, they’re now available on Amazon for over $A100 each. I’d never heard of his idea that we are all born with a ‘Chief Negative Feature’, a negative personality trait we need to overcome. I know mine and he was dead right (but no way am I giving it away). It could explain a lot about some people’s negative behaviour because they can’t help it. Michael told me many other personal things. He told me that I had placed myself in a kind of chute or funnel in order to meet many people and have experiences I would not otherwise have had. And I was “going for it, full blast”.
Which, in a few words, explained everything.
Was this an example of my higher self or soul taking a hand in my daily affairs?
So how did I know that this small furnished timber flat built on the side of a hill at Ocean Grove with views to the Barwon Heads was my Place in the Sun? I mean, that could be anywhere, why Ocean Grove and why a stones throw from my tranquil Blue Lake.
Having gone for it “full blast” as predicted, tearing myself away from the cute New Jersey school teacher when my 6 month visa was up, I was on a plane to meet a friend in England to search for places where my ancestors lived. My New Jersey friend had given me $US20 to cover the bus fare to Cheltenham.
Was that enough? I needed 16 pounds and I gave a sigh of relief when got small change in return. Whew. Just enough otherwise I would have been walking all the way to Cheltenham. I had to lie to customs to get into the country. On the plane my nerves were so bad that in trying to impress the attractive woman next to me I spilled my complimentary rum and coke all over me.
I arrived back in Hepburn Springs where I had been living in a friend’s caravan for 5 years before leaving for the United States 6 months earlier.
I was in for a shock.
The caravan had been towed away by my friend’s son and I had nowhere to live.
That weekend I went to the weekly trash and treasure market at the Daylesford restored railway station. It was my lucky day. There were psychic ladies offering “Readings 10 minutes for $10” for charity.
I picked Margaret who sat me down and gave me a reading for over an hour for my $10. She told me about the book I was going to write at my Place in the Sun. Over and over I asked her, how will I find my Place in the Sun? Where is it? Over and over she replied, ask the estate agent. Well of course, I’d ask an estate agent. I needed for more information. Ask the estate agent. Which estate agent? She couldn’t say.
I returned to where I was staying knowing I needed to leave soon and wondering, asking, where is my Place in the Sun? I needed to know the answer fast because, once again, I was homeless and broke. I was desperate.
As I went to sleep that night I was thinking, over and over, where is my Place in the Sun? I fell asleep with that thought on my mind. All night there was a voice in my head saying to me, remember your dream to live in Ocean Grove? I woke up knowing it was in Ocean Grove with the words “what ever happened to your dream to live in Ocean Grove”.
I knew exactly where to go. Next morning I was on the bus out of Daylesford to the train to Melbourne to my daughter’s home in Mentone. I was on my way to my Place in the Sun and nothing could stop me.
Next morning I got myself to Ocean Grove. One by one I called at every estate agent in town. Nothing. The sun was getting low as I came to the last agent who took me to the edge of town. This was my last chance. I was really out on a limb here.
As we drove along Driftwood Street and pulled up at the group of 3 flats on the side of the hill, I knew then that I was there. I moved in within the week. And that message from Margaret about keeping on asking estate agents, well, it was the last rental from the last agent in town that showed me what I was looking for. I was profoundly moved by the whole experience.
My Blue Lake was yet to be discovered, to complete my elusive but perfect place to relax, a place of peace to shrug off that “blast” I was going for, to find myself again and to live my lifelong dream, the author.
I lived there for the next 11 years and took that long to write ‘Back to the Wall: A Spiritual Adventure’. I worked through 4 different computers with 3 different operating systems all given to me by new friends because they (the computers not the friends) were about to die.
Everything was falling into place and I was a new man. Exhausted. A little disoriented. Missing my daughters with whom I had just been reunited after 10 years apart. But incredibly happy. It was a new life and I set to work straight away to write the book.
These are some of the thoughts that were going through my mind at the lake.
Pretty much every day I’d almost slide down the embankment beside my flat, walk across the Lake Road Reserve, across the road and enter the lake territory through an entrance of large old trees which made it almost invisible from the road.
There was an old willow tree with branches weeping into the lake and around the single park bench conveniently placed by the water’s edge. I’d sit there for hours, lost in the calm surface of the water, my mind still reeling from the whirlwind I had just lived through.
Those first days were spent thinking of driving along Fifth Avenue the night before I left the USA and, the next day, standing in a quiet country town with all of that in the past. There was still the memory of my 3 weeks in Cheltenham trying to find the remnants of ancestors who lived 200 years ago in Regency England and of the ancient university town of Oxford. I found nothing, everything was gone except for the churches where they were baptised, married and buried (even the graves have been built over).
Past and present.
Such contrasts.
The water was like a crystal ball showing me my frantic past as well as my future as the writer of this very therapeutic personal story. All of my boyhood dreams were coming true (and then some).
The past was all go and struggle.
The future was finding myself again.
This was a major turning point in my life marking the past clearly away from the future.
It happened at the lake.
It’s as if I had arrived.
Spilling rum and coke, flying around the world, going bankrupt, 5 years in a caravan, my ill fated freelance business, the insane ad world and the corporate madness, my 2 marriages and the dramas that accompanied them. Always fighting for my life, it seemed.
Then, 11 years later, came the call.
“Dad, I’m pregnant.”
It was over and the next adventure had begun.

 

Was I A Human Guinea Pig?

We hear a lot about going with the flow.

Easier said than done, we might think.

Who in their right mind would let go of everything and just let themselves be blown along as a leaf in the wind?

We hear about the idea that attachment creates suffering.

But then, who in their wildest dreams would throw away their credit cards and live without possessions to which they become attached?

And what about the billions of people living below the poverty line?

How on earth are they to survive in an affluent society like ours?

Well, I lived below the poverty line, for 30 years, well below the minimum wage amount, and lived to tell this tale.

It’s as if I was a human guinea pig to see how I would survive.

I’ve written the book about the years when my back was to the wall, when I lived with nothing, I mean, nothing.

If you think it’s impossible then I invite you to read the book.

It’s called ‘A True Paranormal Mystery To Change The World’.

It’s a spiritual adventure because there are secrets that I used in my life to attract small miracles that enabled me not only to live with nothing, below the poverty line, but to live in some of the most spectacular places around Australia, New York, Regency England and northern Italy.

It’s a metaphysical thing and I’d like to reveal my secrets to you.

Read the book and enjoy my adventure as it unfolded.

Buy your copy direct from the publisher here.

Love and Peace.

Neil

PS order your copy of my other new times a-changing book ‘Romancing Your Life & Changing The World’ HERE.

A Ghost. A Ship. A Mystery. A True Story.

The ghost was a granny who was not what she seemed.

The ship was the ‘Lady Nelson’, one of the Tall Ships whose replica is currently sailing the Seven Seas.

The mystery fell into my lap when my life had crashed and burned and I set out to follow the clues left to me and solve the mystery.

But did I?

It’s a true story that throws light onto a possible legitimate son of King George IV some 200 years ago.

Was the Commander of the ‘Lady Nelson’ him?

That is the question I set out to discover.

Is it him?

If so, and if he was really the legitimate son of George IV, then was he destined for the throne of England instead of Queen Victoria had his identity been known?

The secret of granny’s ghost was a single but significant clue and it has been hidden for 100 years.

It was there for all to see, and to miss.

Only when 3 other clues came to light for the first time did this central clue make sense.

What’s more incredible is that these 3 clues were held by 3 different people who knew nothing of the other 2 clues.

Indeed they had no idea it was a clue to anything.

Then all was revealed when granny’s secret was discovered at her grave in a Melbourne cemetery.

She had died 17 years before she was very much alive being a granny.

Either you’re dead or alive, not both.

Not Granny Fitz.

She was both at the same time.

In saying that I’ve given you her significant big clue.

I reveal all in my book and invite you to share my adventure with me as the mystery unfolds as I chase the clues, and find more, across 5 countries.

New York.

Regency England.

New Zealand.

Northern Italy.

And of course, my home country, Australia.

Best wishes,

Neil
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