Monday, December 14, 2015

Where did the story idea come from for my new book The Secret of the Cylinder? Why a cuneiform cylinder?

My wild, tangential mind came up with this idea at some point while I was adapting Book 1 of this trilogy into a screenplay and adding a modern-day overlay (and then reverse-engineering the screenplay into Book 3, The Secret of the Cylinder, now available on Amazon.com).

The Cyrus Cylinder (one of the most famous cuneiform-inscribed cylinders from the sixth century BC) is thought by some to be the first declaration of Human Rights. It contains Cyrus’ statecraft plan to run an empire that included a diversity of nationalities and faiths. At this point in time, the Persian Empire spanned from Greece to India. These citizen rights (like continuing to practice one’s own religion after being absorbed into the Empire) most likely were not guaranteed if people in the various satrapies didn’t pay the mandatory tribute (protection money) to Cyrus. History is always rewritten from the perspective of the conqueror, and the world is an imperfect place, but at least here was an attempt at reciprocity and caring for the 99% by the 1%.

The Cyrus Cylinder could also be thought of as a tabloid of the day; with the new, conquering king talking trash about the deposed Nabonidus, and extolling the virtues of his own, purportedly fine pedigree (he claimed he was the Babylonian God’s chosen one). By deposing Nabonidus, taking Babylon from him, and saying the Babylonian God Marduk chose Cyrus over Nabonidus to rule the Babylonians, Cyrus continued the time-honored practice of propaganda that is still being carried out today. It just never ends, does it?

Like a papyrus scroll to an Egyptian scribe, a cuneiform cylinder was the recording device in this part of the world, in this era, which also happened to be the era of my protagonist of Book 1 of the Sekhmet Series, Amat. As well as the cylinder being fashioned from a “magic clay” in The Secret of the Cylinder, so also was a figurine of Inanna, desert goddess of Mesopotamia (current-day Iran, Iraq, Syria and Turkey), and a goddess of love, fertility and warfare. Knowledge and worship of her would have been a secret legacy from mother to daughter even into patriarchal time. Such figurines were considered dangerous by the dawning patriarchal paradigm and they’re actually not too hard to find even to this day; buried by the hundreds in cemented-over graves that can be seen by aircraft in certain Middle Eastern countries. The feared and fierce, magickal feminine!

What better symbols (cylinder and Innana statue) to imprint with the symbols and stories of Amat, now reincarnated in this book as Anoush? In Amat’s case the heart-shaped birthmark on her collarbone was echoed on the Inanna statue, and Amat’s story was scratched onto the cylinder. And why not have both fashioned of a magic clay that confers peace upon all who touch it?  An instrument of peace.

Now if Inanna can control both love and war, if the Mesopotamians trusted a woman to handle both love and war, why can’t Americans trust Hillary Clinton to run both the military as well as the social/humanitarian aspects of a presidency? (OK, I know there are other issues at stake there…)


How can a Goddess represent both love and war? Perhaps she has the power to transform one into the other? Alchemically. Like the Peruvian shamanic process of transforming heavy energy (hucha) into light, refined energy (sami). Truly, a female body, a vessel, a chalice, if you were, would be required to contain and nourish this transubstantiation. So I created this instrument, these instruments of peace, loosely based on history, because love is ultimately more powerful than fear or war. I wanted to create a tangible reminder that these instruments are within us and within our reach. This is a message truly needed now at this point in time. We can be an instrument of peace. We have it within us.

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Writing a Wrong

What do you do when your male lead gets framed and thrown in jail? In the Middle East. You write him out!

I knew I was just one of 65,000 people who signed Farzan's Change.org petition, trying to bring awareness and justice to his plight. But as a shamanic practitioner, I wanted to not only feel better about the situation, I wanted to lend the power of positive intention. So this past summer I places his character in prison, and wrote about it every day; waiting for the solution to show itself organically in the writing. In my story it came from a bit of deus ex machina. (I’m not spoiling anything by telling this!)

Luckily in real life, he was pardoned by the Sheikh of the United Arab Emirates; a benevolent sheikh, unlike the one in my book…

Life can be just as strange as fiction.