Alan works full time as a consultant for a number of educational, governmental and academic bodies. He is a lead trainer and advisor with the Institute of Neuro-Linguistic Psychology and lectures Internationally on apsects of the paranormal, magic and mysticism.

From his teens he was into Astrology, UFOs etc. He studied geology at university and acquired a sceptical-scientific-materialist type attitude. Then he went to Canada with the intention of getting in to the profitable oil business. So his early twenties found him in Calgary with a £40.00 bus ticket in his pocket and no money.
The ticket was for a one way journey to Jasper, a town in Banff National Park. No work was forthcoming so under a cloud of depression he wandered into the backwoods to find himself and found instead a generous dose of ’flu, at least that’s what he thought it was.
Lying alone, feeling like death, with no prospects, personal or professional, his sickness and depression achieved almost tangible proportions. Finally, when death seemed the most appealing prospect, an ancient Indian happened upon his prone form and took it upon himself to effect a cure. Being barely conscious at the time Alan was hardly in a position to argue, and so it was he awoke the following day to the sound of drums and loud chanting. Considerable activity was taking place around his little tent in the wilderness. It seemed as if the entire Indian population of the America’s had singled him out for some dark and primitive rite.
Consumed with fear and trepidation he peeped out to see a solitary Indian in full ceremonial gear leaping about, dancing and waving his arms around amid a pungent cloud of smouldering herbs. An ancient wind-up gramophone that stood close by produced the ethnic sound effects. Although a little disappointed by this anti-climax Alan was encouraged to note that his health was much improved.
"Come," said the ancient Indian. Alan followed him to the shores of a nearby lake.
"Swim," said the ancient Indian pointing resolutely to the cold, uninviting waters.
Not wishing to be rude, Alan duly obliged. Although the cold numbed his every limb and the experience was not the least bit agreeable he was heartened to note that he emerged from the waters completely cured.
They did, of course, become fast friends, Alan and the ancient Indian. His name, he said, was Gordon. Gordon Van-Fleet. His mother was a (Shoshone?) Indian Medicine woman, his father, Dutch.
In the weeks that followed Gordon taught Alan some of the mysteries of ethnic herbal medicine and lots of information about spirits and spiritual things. This encounter in the backwoods completely altered Alan’s sceptical materialistic outlook.
He returned to England in the fullness of time, abandoning his dreams of wealth amid the roughnecks of the oil business. He returned with an eager curiosity about all things spiritual and mystical. Thirsting not for some vague personal fulfilment, but for knowledge; facts that would support rational enquiry.
Memory and hypnotherapy were among his first interests. These fields of enquiry led almost automatically on to the work of Arnold Bloxham and his research into past life memories.
Anxious to establish a more analytical approach to the subject he concerned himself with the case of an eighteen-year-old girl who produced, under hypnosis, memories of nine previous lives. He sought any fact however trivial or seemingly unimportant that could be authenticated by archaeological evidence or written record.
Being a clinical hypnotherapist does bring with it certain attendant responsibilities. Sometimes you actually have to deal with patients. And so it was about this time that a certain young lady with personal problems was referred to him.
This poor girl beset with phobias and obsessions was generally in a bit of a mess; he began therapy with a light approach but soon discovered persistent memory blocks at certain points in her youth. Deep hypnotic regression was called for, but this only served to produce a very strong abreaction and deep trauma. Further therapy revealed disturbing memories of abduction, confinement against her will and being made the subject of painful medical tests performed upon her by sinister alien individuals. These events occurred while travelling alone in a car across Bodmin Moor at night.