This may be the book the author had "always wanted to read", but not the one you probably expected.
The sleeve artfully avoids mention of the real content, being a rambling, insubstantial foray into the dizzying depths of paranormal phenomena.
The possibility of time-travel has recently attained scientific credibility, and most level-headed readers will rightly be expecting to gain new insights from a scientific (or at least logically consistent) treatment. Unfortunately the book wanders off into video-recording walls, pre-cognition and disembodied spirits. More anecdote than fact, too much wishful and woolly thinking. In following the contrivances of the author's "chain reaction" (read: synchronicity) I was reminded of those who see Christ's face in a cloud of smoke, or the Sphynx's on Mars.
And where would we be without that modern-day saviour of the impossible, Quantum Mechanics. Randles trots it out in just that level of detail that the new-age paperazzi relish: sufficient to give their superstitions a convenient scientific gloss, but not quite enough to expose what it's REALLY telling us.
It will probably be with a sense of disappointment that the reader reaches the last page having learnt little more than how to keep a nice, neat dream-diary.