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Leave It To Cleaver. A short tale of terror story by Richard Senate, ghost hunter. Narrated by John Anthony Miller

"Leave It To Cleaver." A Tale of Terror written by Richard Senate, narrated by John Anthony Miller. A re-broadcast from a 2008 Richard Senate Ghost Show.



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The Search for Char-Man by Richard Senate, narrated by The Senates.

Terror Tales  by Richard Senate, narrated by John Anthony Miller

The Search for Char-Man by Richard Senate, Ghost Hunter

Richard and Debbie Senate search for....CHAR-MAN. Narration by John Anthony Miller. Based on a true story...

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Ghost Road. A short story by Richard Senate, ghost hunter. Narrated by John Anthony Miller

The Ghost Van

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New Book on the Art of John Anthony Miller in the works



John Anthony Miller. Photo by S. Sean Casteel


I have started a new book which will feature all the miniature work and some history behind each piece and some enlargements of some pieces as well. It is planned to be in a horizontal 8 x 10 hardback format with a dust jacket and will be a limited edition, but not sure ...
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Moonwalking On Mars


 

Moonwalking on Mars

Here it is July 20, 2009. The 40th Anniversary of Apollo 11, and the first time a human being landed a man on The Moon. To me, it's a "big deal."  I actually remember the date and Walter Cronkite's coverage of that incredible event. People, especially the younger generation, do not really seem to be able to grasp the total and awesome significance of the event which occured, somehow, 40 years ago. A space ship landing on The Moon, and human beings getting out of it and walking on another world. Done with slide rules, guts and primitive computers that were 60 times less powerful than the cell phone you have.

The Moon a world?  Yes. A world of some sort of spiritual darkness I believe, but illuminated by the great light giver, The Sun.

A symbol of the human subconcious mind. Oops! There he goes again, symbolizing stuff. More on this darkness angle later.

Anyway, the date July 20, 1969 was etched forever in a time line where American men (and women) to my recollection as a kid of  was very different than it is today. Those time-line humans were a different breed of people.  Yes. To me, even hardened and Spartan-like. The value system was totally different. It was almost a moral sin to get a loan...or even run up debt on a credit card. The man was the head of the house. The woman took care of the house and kids and served the family and was there for them.  Did I grow up in the "greatest first generation of the greatest generation?" - yes, I think so.

I mean, where I grew up and went to school, hoods were hoods (yes they carried swithblades, had duck-tail greasy hair, word white socks, jeans and taps on their heels. Kids seemed tough.  Men were tough.  Hell, everything had a toughness to it.  Call it a rawness. My father was like a George Patton but occasionally acted like Ghandi. Maybe it was necessary at the time because of the "cold war" with Russians. (Yes, I was told 'the Russians are coming to get us...' and it scared the hell out of me as a kid. Nothing like ducking and covering to get away from nuclear fallout.)

Our next door neighbor was a survivor of the Pearl Harbor attack, and had most of his lungs burnt away from an exploding five inch gun shell powder explosion that occured on the USS Maryland. His name was Bill Griffin. A real hero to me.  He took us fishing and we collected coins and ran Lionel train sets. He never complained, was super-humanly strong (I never could figure that one out), and always reminded me of Abraham Lincoln as we played catch in the back yard of the house he had built.  Abe Lincoln with a baseball mitt. He also chewed tobacco and was deaf in one ear and the squelching of his hearing aid is something I can still hear in my memory to this day. Yes, those days bred a different kind of man. I still think a tough breed of man (and woman) still exist now, but I am not running into them as much these days. Must be an "age thing" as I approach death, eh? Everything gets fuzzier and harsher at the same time as banks and credit cards screw you over with a smile. And that word..."Perfect!" I keep on hearing from bank tellerettes and phone bimbos just bores me to stupified deathpoing.....meanwhile the "old man" dream dreams full of "dream stuff and honor" (didn't the great Scottish singer Gerry Rafferty kind of say the same thing in many of his songs—-can't seem to find the guy on the net....I wonder why?). Meanwhile, the plastician young "suits" will never comprehend any of this. Thank God.

Flipping over that expensive investment grade gold eagle coin.... maybe the other side indicates a "new age approaching" - a kinder, gentler world...you know, one that mimics "1984" and the rise of the machines in "Metropolis." The machines will take over everything eventually anyway. After them, the insects will take over.  Humans will be replaced by cockroaches as the dominant life form, the earth will still be here under a hotter Sun. All will be well. The question is, will cockroaches be bankers and loan sharks? (Sharks will be extinct by then, the species is already on the way out, by the way. Even if we humans intervene and try to save them, it is dismal.)

This toughness of exposure in my life carried over throughout the late 1960's into the the early 1970's with muscle cars, drugs sex, and hoods where things just were plain distorted by today's thinking. It toughened me up so much, that now I a bit soft. No, not a Liberal, just a bit soft with an attitude. Oh well, I am still here. I will write more on this stuff later.

Now, all this plays in my mind as a comparison of then and now. Men and now, actually.

The Moon. Yes. Symbol of Darkness and Mystery. The Subconscious Mind. Look up at it, and it can be romantic. That harsh mistress of the night who beckons men like a siren..."come to me...come to me!" Call me ... the ... "Peter Pan Man in The Moon."  Why, that makes me think of only one person who could really moonwalk. A man kid who did not really understand himself. But he tried real hard. Flawed geniuses always make a big mark on the world. Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson on Apollo 11 Day? MJ made his big mark on the world. He will be around in our subconscious minds for decades to come, rest assured of that fact.

Wow, what a comparison! How did I get this into my brain? Easy. With Michael Jackson, I had a short time to reflect upon his death from June 25th, 2009 until Apollo 11 Celebration Day. I came to a few conclusions. Also a few parallels to my life as a kid and even now. The main thought that comes to my mind when I think of MJ was how lonely he was. Next, how misunderstood and sensitive he was. He just could not really "fit in." I still feel very sad about his death.

Many geniuses are like this. Lonely, super-talented, misunderstood and they just don't fit in with the rest of society as it demands (I call it the unwashed mob). That fits me pretty much as a person, as a kid, and now as an aging adult with the "Peter Pan Syndrome." If you saw my environment I would be a Peter Pan type at heart. Oh, while we are on the subject of MJ, people are asking what exactly was he sexually? My conclusion from just thinking and reflection was that he was an asexual person. I believe he was beyond mere sex.

You might want to go to Jane Fonda's site at
www.janefonda.com where she has written the best insight into the death of psyche of Michael Jackson I have read so far. Worth the cyber-travel.

I was lucky to have briefly met Michael Jackson some years ago at a birthday party in Ventura, CA. It was brief, as I mentioned, but I was impressed by his shyness and almost etherial quality for a human being.  I have a photo someone that someone took. It really is not important. The memory of the event is though. There was a brief creative connection though eye contact. Interesting fellow. 

I was also fortunate to briefly speak to and meet Buzz Aldrin a few years ago at the Jules Verne Festival in Los Angeles. The second earth human to set foot on The Moon. A totally different typle of moon-walker, bred from a hardened breed of men to carry out a mission.
 
It's a small world. As a tie-in I am meeting  with Ray Bradbury tomorow, one day after the 40th Anniversary of Apollo 11. I see him often because I sell books and have known him for years. I think he must like me. He always said we should have used The Moon as a space station to get to Mars. Buzz Aldrin believes basically the same thing from what I hear...The Moon is 'played out,' and the time is now to get mankind on the planet Mars. I have also believed the same thing for years. We could have been colonizing Mars NOW.


My conclusion is this. Here we have two very different type of men. But both dreamt dreams with their eyes open.  One died relatively young at 50 years. The other was born in 1930. Both were very similar in their dreams, in my opinion. Dreams transcend personalities, and types of spectral men and women.

Enter one other man who died even younger at age 40, symbolic of the 40 year Apollo 11 Anniversary Celebration, perhaps? He was John Lennon, educated dreamer and genius.  He would have said, I think,....'just imagine.' Imagination is the basic denominator and priming force in the creation of all things. Before one builds something, like a flight to land a man on The Moon or Mars, one has to imagine it. Soul has no age limits, nor time limits from what I have observed. All creative stuff and good stuff comes from the soul with true love. I still have a lot of "observing and thought" to do on this one...it is pretty heavy stuff. True love is totally opposite to apathy and power. We see this opposition all around us everywhere, every day.  Oh yes, being that nothing is destroyed in nature or supernature, true soul love is just transferred. It is always there in one form or another. I am betting that Michael Jackson is doing "The Mars Walk" there now. It would be quite different from the Moonwalk though.


'Assumptions harden into fact.' That quote is from the great mystic Neville. I have it right here in front of me. He wrote that by his own hand in one of my books.  Neville was no slouch. He knew things that where hidden from the eyes of most people and attempted to clarify them.

I assume not much really....only those "proper" non-mythic assumptions which I know can be done if I imagine it.  If it is not those thoughts which concretely create my assumptions, then it comes from my subconscious 'Peter Pan-like' innocence, which is my fault (I think). I will reluctantly work on improving that by conscious thought.

Just assume and imagine.  We will go to Mars and beyond sooner than we think, if we want to.

July 4, 2009. John Anthony Miller's letter to America.


 July 4, 2009


Dear America,

Well, here it is. July 4, 2009. Independence Day for America. Technically, I suppose one of the most important birthdays ever in the history of mankind. To me it should be, but somehow I feel sad. I think of things like rockets and fireworks, hot dogs and families getting together to celebrate all that the United States of America is and was...and more importantly to me, which it could be. I think of people who fought in wars and lost their lives to die for this country, like my uncle Jimmy in France in World War Two. The fact that I can sit here and write what I want is an indication of the greatness of this country. Something to be thankful for.

I am sure many people reading this would wonder why I would write this. As I look around at the people in this country, I see a quiet, and sometimes not so quiet desperation. I see and am dealt hands from psychopaths and sociopaths coming out of the woodwork with their lies and general acts of inhumanity on all levels. I see people being thrown out of houses and not having enough food to eat and losing their jobs and savings. Bottom line is, I see a wounded spirit in the United States of America.

True, we seem to be able to overcome anything. We did it in World War Two and in other conflicts, socially and economically. Some would say, all this happened before. Nothing is new. I would say we have a lot more work to do. LIke my Grandma Lil told me as a kid in the 50's 'Good shall prevail.' Good comes from the soul. Good always prevails over evil.

As I observe, I see that just about everything around me has radically changed. Even more so than when I was a "rebel hippie-type" in the 60's. The socio-economic rules have changed. Technology has definitely changed. There are hundreds and even many thousands of changes that we will have to adapt to, or perish as a species. Psychos are everywhere.  I think everyone senses it, but they don't know exactly what to "sense." What they do sense is that they deserve better and seem to be cherishing what they do have. You know them...the real simple things in life that we took for granted over the years. The basics.

"The Good, The Bad and The Ugly." A great Clint Eastwood starring film. I see bad things happening on a grand scale, but more importantly I see many new good things happening on a much grander scale. Does this sound optimistic? I hope so. I say this, because what I think I am seeing is a new humanity, a new spirit of "care" emerging from us as humans towards each other and towards all living forms (including earth). All this is emerging from the inner soul, as it should.  That is precisely what has been missing from the past thousands of years of struggling humanity on the planet:  lack of soul as a collective people.

If we live from the soul, the true inner self, and observe and become still and aware,  we will all survive and will flourish, like a rose or other pretty flower coming out of the manure pile. I address this to the world as well as the USA. The USA is important amongst the rest of the world as, like The Statue of Liberty in New York (who has just had the "crown part" of the head restored and opened up to the public today) holds up a torch to light our way out of the pain of certain types of the human condition. The United States of America has been a beacon of hope for hundreds of thousands of folks for over two hundred years. This country is far from perfect, and is relatively young compared to European countries, but still I am here, writing this and trying to make it a better place before I pass on to the next existence. Let's look to that gift of each other and that great "Beyond of Beyonds" and be humbled and thankful for what we do have in spite of the flaws.

So, in summary I say "Happy Birthday America" and we can do better because we can. Let each one of us in this country live by his or her inner soul and let each person leave their legacy. Get up each day and be thankful for air and water and life and plan to live by the soul.

One other cool thing. I was born on April 13th, the same day as Thomas Jefferson (the "American Leonardo da Vinci"), who is generally recognized as the main architect of The Declaration of Independence back in 1776. I am very happy things turned out okay. If not they would have lost their heads and I would not be here writing this.

Happy Birthday America.

Love,

John

Terror Tales by Richard Senate with narration by John Anthony Miller

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Falcons Do Not Wear Suits (Part Two of "The Falcon Lands")

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The Falcon Lands. The John Anthony Miller Blog Resurrects Itself On May 13, 2009

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The Phantom's Mask Vol 1 No. 1 ---Resurrection!

The Phantom's Mask
The Newsletter of The Phantom Bookshop   
Volume 1    Issue 1    July 2008
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Behind this mask I look out at the strangely perverse world of bookshops and collectors to step forth with new thoughts, ideas, and bargains. These are truly the times to try men's souls but such times also mean opportunity and growth. It is time to shake off the dust and shake things up! The simple newsletter is the tool of change. Feel free to join us in the crypt and express yourself and enter the dark underground world of The Phantom. In hoc ...<< MORE >>

Crying Babies recorded at Debbie Senate seance many years ago

Crying babies recorded from a Debbie Senate seance years ago. Hear the 3-15-08 interview with Debbie Senate. This recording was not altered or enhanced in any way.<< MORE >>

Interview with psychic Debbie Senate by John Anthony Miller

A candid interview with world renown psychic Debbie Senate by John Anthony Miller The interview discussion includes such topics as mediumship, seances, ghosts, past lives, remote viewing, life as a psychic. A good interview, the first of a series to be done by the interviewer with this fascinating personality and wife of famed ghost hunter Richard Senate. << MORE >>

Richard Senate Podcast on Hunting Ghosts for Fun and Profit (part 1.)

A most revealing podcast about ghost hunting and Richard Senate's unique views on the subject. This interview was done several years ago. Every aspiring ghost hunter can learn something by listening to this revealing interview by one of the world's pioneering researchers in the paranormal field. Interview by John Anthony Miller.<< MORE >>