In the time-honoured Jack London manner he becomes a seaman trying to discover the secrets of life in Mombasa brothels or getting involved in mass punch-ups in dockland Melbourne. This is hardly the path to any faith although he does find some early insights into the nature of God and the healing power of love as a social worker in the Lower East Side of Manhattan.

Then, a few years later while working on his own sex and violence riven novel while teaching with Voluntary Service Overseas in Malaya, his search changes completely when, in an astonishing few days of blistering revelation God finds him. In a series of visions Davies sees the world under attack by romantic artists and writers such as himself. One of these visions, that of the black rain, has stayed with him vividly for forty years; the black rain, he now understands, which is inexorably leading to a dead harvest, and is pouring out of all sections of our corrupt global media.

In the second part, Ink Man, Davies returns to Britain and becomes a reporter, first on The Western Mail, the national     newspaper of Wales, and later The Sunday Times, The Sunday Telegraph and The Observer where, for three years, he was their diarist Pendennis. He begins meeting the people, particularly writers and film-makers, who are so aggressively attacking the world as described in his visions. But, more importantly, he also has a unique and new insight into the trouble spots of the world, how, for example, the media kept the Troubles in Northern Ireland going for thirty years and might yet start them all over again. When you understand his story you do nothing less than understand the mounting violence throughout the world.
Finally in Book Man Davies becomes the writer of his youthful dreams in California later traveling the world producing almost twenty books which include Merlyn the Magician and the Pacific Coast Highway (shortlisted for the Thomas Cook travel award) and Stained Glass Hours (which won the Winifred Mary Stanford Award for the best book with a religious theme.)

As he travels as a writer he digs out important new insights into such as the assassination of John Lennon and the attempted murder of President Reagan which, he shows, was carried out almost exclusively under the influence of Martin Scorsese's deeply romantic Taxi Driver.
This is a world pilgrimage, mined with explosive new insights and one damp morning in the town of Hungerford he shows us the clear influence of Rambo on that terrible massacre there while also later battling with the Press Council and a furious video industry who objected to his description of them as rotten to the core.

The core of all his books is religious and he keeps trying to take a place in the line of Welsh preachers who once formed the Welsh soul with the hammer and anvil of their words in a little wooden pulpit. We meet him finally on a Christmas morning, meeting a woman in the mountains of Snowdonia, who may or may not be an angel.

Davies now lives in a farmhouse in Snowdonia and with his wife Liz who runs an art gallery in the market town of Bala. He shows how the economic downturn affected the gallery and the way he believes customers were frightened away from the doors by a media given to continual negativity and alarmism. The media destroyed our confidence in money, he says, and, no matter what all our boffins might tell you, it is just as simple as that.

No one who reads his story will be unmoved or untroubled or not wonder how we have allowed such an empire of evil to take over our lives. But most excitingly of all what they might also understand is that, in a world of growing anxiety, God has finally broken his silence and made his thoughts known.