THE SILENCE IS DEAFENING

"Man''s knowledge is limited only by that which has not yet touched his comprehension"

12-9-2005

If, you think, more than enough books have been written on the subject of life after death, spirits and ghosts, you have my sympathy. Nevertheless, it is my avowed intention to add at least one more to this absorbing subject. To divide the chaff from wheat and put reason in the place of uninformed gobbledegook.  However, trying to explain the intricacies of such a subject in the short time most people expect an answer, can be dangerously inadequate. A short sharp reply could do more harm than good, hence this book. That said, it is not my intention to provide the reader with unquestionable evidence from the end of my pen, but to provide enough, to stimulate the readers own inquiry

Quite obviously, a book of this nature requires considerable research- which may well lead you to ask: Upon whose authority do I write, and, from what source has this information been gathered. Perhaps of greater importance, how accurate is it?

Most of it comes from personal communication, and cross checking with other researchers.

My authority, from the duty I believe everyone has when come they come upon knowledge of outstanding importance.

All very well you may say, but how reliable is the author, has he a sound enough back ground to make the right kind of judgement, etc?

I was born in August 1930, into a humble home in the parish of Edgware, moving soon after to Harrow, on the outskirts of North West London, where I spent the rest of my childhood.

My Father was a plasterer, who worked hard when work was available. My Mother occupied herself by looking after me and the home- joined later by my sister Mavis, and even later, by my brother Philip. We lived fairly happily, even allowing for the impact of the 1939/45 war with Germany. Unfortunately, this resulted in me leaving my ''very elementary'' day school, prematurely and poorly educated at the wholesome age of 13.

Although my educational attainment was poor, I nevertheless, always had my head ''stuck'' in a book, from the light hearted Billy Bunter, Sexton Blake and Bulldog Drumond, to the more serious- Lorna Doon and Charles Dickens. Perhaps not bad, by present day standards? Even though I read them as story books, rather than as any literary study.

My parents didn''t share my enthusiasm for those long periods when I had my head ''stuck'' in a book- It was their opinion, I should be making myself more useful, elsewhere (?) Bear in mind, it was the 1930/40s!

From eleven until leaving school, I had a newspaper delivery round, made green grocery deliveries on one of those front loading bicycles and helped the Milkman with his deliveries on Saturdays and Sundays. Much of which, took place during the height of the War time blitz!

When I first started my paper round, I received the handsome sum of eight shillings per week (40p), most of the money I earned from those jobs, was spent on books.

Any thoughts on the future, as far as proper full time employment was concerned, was rather wishy washy. But, by the time I left school- a month before my 14th birthday- I had cultivated enough interest, to set my sights on becoming a Motor Mechanic.

The unruly hand of life had other ideas, steered me into the roll of a Contracting Electrician.

My work experience was wide, working on all the things you would expect of an Electrician, during the rebuilding of Southern Britain, after the devastation of war.

If,  for one moment- you can imagine-  how much equipment and machinery, there is that relies on electricity to function, you may get some idea of the scale of my involvement.

The only real interruption to that employment, was in 1949, when I was called up to do my National Service stint, in the Royal Air Force. This was for an 18 month period- the length of time we were required to serve at that time. Apart from a short period of training, in England, at a camp near Bridgenorth, Shropshire, and another at Compton Bassett, in Wiltshire. Most of my National Service, was spent in Germany, at a place called Luneburg, as part of the British Airforce of Occupation (BAFO).

It was during this period in Germany, that I met a German girl