When I was young I touched stone-age megaliths and felt their warmth. From beneath their skin they stared back at me with an unflinching gaze. Through 'magic' their architects had created a world that allowed journeys from one dimension to another - their own unique virtual reality.

As I grew older another form of reality reached out for me. Where stone had once been, the building blocks of silicon now strived for immortality. Indeed within its digital world one could play at God or reach across the world to touch the other side in an instant.

Yet it is us who drive this 'technology', shaping its dimensions through our dreams and nightmares? From Alice's looking glass to Orwell's doublethink we allow ourselves to believe what we can.

Ever since the spiritualist passed their genetic memories onto our cyber-children there have been puppeteers lurking in the wings of our theatres. Seeking to influence our worlds and manipulate our minds. Stretch your thoughts to infinity but take care not to lose sight of the strings in which you may be tangled.

Pull up a chair and join me in my imagination. Free yourselves from those who would dare imprison your mind and realise the power you have. As a writer I offer you my stories but as a free-thinker I share with you my dreams.

Reality, Philosophy and Cups of Tea.

Welcome to my world.