The pages that you are about to read will sever any doubts you have about the ghoulish possibility that witches truly do exist in the darkly momentum of human sacrifice, riding broomsticks and hovering around boiling pots, conjuring spells. My name is Shiloh and what I am about to reveal is based on debatable true-life experiences that still rake my sweaty sleep even though they happened about twenty-four years ago. Although names and places changed what is said and delivered is for you, and the countless, so that you may have oil in your lamps for the arduous times to come. What you are about to receive is a mixture of fictitious fact riddled with altercations and alterations protecting the little I have achieved in this global testing ground. 'Witchy wonder' has always been hovering like a dead catalyst, forever disturbing our perspectives on life, I mean how could the Witch of Endor have called up Saul's soul, or what of Mother Shipton, the seer who now seemed, precise with her predictions? The millennium saw the arrival of the Blair Witch scam, yet garage bands like the Outcasts were carrying her message through the mid-sixties. Cape Argus Journalist Owen Coetzer Not all is well if these are truly the happenings that fester within the unseen boundaries of our existence, Shiloh's around the world mystical charter, fighting witches, fairy encounters and battles with goblins and dragons are simply out of this world or very much in it. Shiloh is the perennial drifter, backpacking through a maze of hippy encounters that captures the sincerity of a seeker on a quest for the truth. This book is truly part two of Jack Kerouac's 'On the Road', although far more sinister with apocalyptic dimensions. Even more fascinating is the way Shiloh 'trips' through the corridors of Prague hunting vampires alongside the Russian Mafia and in the next instance, fights Caiman with his bare hands up the Amazon. In my thirty plus years of journalism, nothing like this has ever been applied to paper, I'm still recovering……!!