Through dreamtime
with JC Miller

YOU ARE THERE with JFK and Timothy Leary, with Julius Caesar at the fall of the Roman Republic, with Yeshua of Galilee, with Augustus and Cleopatra like you've never known her, at the Salem witch trials, and at the inquisition of Giordano Bruno, at the discovery of the Naj Hamadi codexes down along the Nile, with hippies galore, with Beatles and visionaries and modern day prophets who can only now say, I told you so. And meet Bond and Lilly who dream dreams.

Back in the eighties I read I Claudius by Robert Graves and was inspired. I'd always been intrigued by history. Mayhem in the Last Days of the Republic and The Dreams of Servius Agricola and his wife, Lillia are in a way, I Claudius' direct descendants. Robert Graves would never know.

And you hear about these people who find their great grandfathers journals in the dusty attic of their old family farmhouse in Indiana or someplace.

So though I would love your support dear reader, I really don't write for fame and fortune. I write for posterity. Maybe someday just the right person will stumble on the work of JC Miller.

And I hope it's soon because I get the feeling something is about to happen. Don't you? Something profound and life changing. It may shake us. It may be the end of us. Or it may by the grace of God, karma, simple cause and effect, a ball in play that is yet beyond our ken or just by dumb ass luck usher us into a new era in the time our kind has remaining on this spinning blue marble.