Book of my dreams...

The story of Southern Nightgown has been loitering in my head since I was a child. In fact it was the first query I ever wrote and the first that was accepted--by Random House no less. Unfortunately at the time I had a rather fierce nasal fascination and the book was never finished. I went chartering off to Africa to save my soul and writing my book fell by the wayside. Being able to see it drawn out now by Dawn is a dream come true. I am not a fan of Christianity, due to my sojourn in a cult I have had a chance to delve into the bible and study all of its discrepancies. Somethings are quite harmless, most of them having to do with the actual life of a kind man who was killed and deified, the rest of it however I believe is a creation of evil men with a desire to control the masses through fear of death. Humans have always feared death and wasn't it amazing that during some pretty dark ages a few fishermen found a way to convince the world that they knew exactly what came after. Not only convince but convert--body mind and soul. Only by following their laws would you find the heaven you were hopping for. It wasn't even that hard of a sell. Still unfortunately for the masses most actions lead to hell fire and a visit from Satan at his worst. The moment someone is willing to die for a belief it takes it from passive, peaceful faith (harmless) to dangerous propaganda. For centuries we have swum in the bloody results of this religion. We are still swimming. Southern Nightgown is a parable if you will of the other side. When explorers found Greenland and Iceland, they switched the names giving the kinder one to the land they did not desire. Iceland they wanted to keep for themselves--if this is done with countries it begs the question...does human nature just like history have a way of repeating its self? One may wonder what Peter, James and John were been hiding under the guise of a foreboding name. It was obviously powerful enough to entice the monarchs who for hundreds of years willingly and without question made themselves subjects to a faith which controlled them. Unflinchingly gave the final say even in matters of life and death to a group of men who said they spoke the direct word of god. The Greeks battled, the Romans conquered but the crusaders can scarcely go down in history as anything but bloody assassins controlled by thieves and murders. Somewhere lurking in the darkness of what this region has caused is a secret many have thought worth dying for. A secret which destroyed all but the idea of magic and reformed the world. Southern Nightgown is my idea of what that secret may be.