I did not set out to spend my life writing books. I did not particularly set out to
spend nearly four decades studying people either. One seems to have led rather neatly
to the other.
I grew up in the foster system. By sixteen I had had enough of being told what life
was supposed to look like, so I left England and hitchhiked to Rhodes. I came back
on my twenty-first birthday with more questions than answers, which, in retrospect,
was probably useful.
Since then I have studied psychology, counselling, hypnotherapy, philosophy, theology,
science, metaphysics, consciousness and a fair number of things that sit awkwardly
between them.
I have never been especially interested in joining a school of thought and defending it.
I wanted to know what was useful. What actually helped. What explained something real.
And, just as importantly, what stopped making sense once you put an actual human being
in front of it.
That search became practical work with people. Eventually it became Sanomentology.
Later it became the Nine Realms. Somewhere along the way, quite a lot of it became books.