For me the fascination in the paranormal began when I was barely a teenager living in a house that supported more residents than the immediate family. It wasn't so bad whilst living amongst our unseen guests, however, I've never had a desire to return to the weekly, if not daily, surprises that came out of thin air. At least, not in *that* house with *those* guests.Using this fascination in conjunction with a wildly over-active imagination, I worked at slowly honing my skills, frequently getting myself into trouble for writing too 'flowery' in an academic field of health-related subjects. But the desire, the itch that wouldn't be denied, to take whomever was interested on an adventure of escapism increased to such an intensity it became an entity of its own which had to be let loose.The world has become a pressure cooker; if I can be a release-valve, and those who choose to go along for the ride come back in one piece and invigorated, albeit a little rattled, then it has been worth the risk.Having come from an allied health background, where I've assisted thousands over the decades to rediscover their physical selves, I now wish to transport people into a world where the question begs: *Just what is **reality?*For me, that reality - which can be seen and touched - begins at home with my three constant companions: Saffron, Cinnamon and Ginger. Yep - I've my very own spice girls in four-legged form. And they are great at hearing things shift in the dark hours of night when us humans are totally oblivious.