It was in
the late seventies. I turned right onto
Third Street in San Rafael and my inner vision exploded with a scene. I was seeing a huge monastic building like a
Tibetan lamasery. Think of The
Potala. Here was this enormous
structure flying in the air, floating away from the ground trailing roots and
boulders. It seemed to be headed
towards a moon that was chartreuse and hovered above the monastery in a kind of
leering way, sinister. Then a voice
began speaking. Never mind what it was
saying. It was talking inside my
head. Like dictation. It was describing things like Destiny; the
way Destiny is determined by the thoughts of the one who thinks. Yes yes, very metaphysical.
I drove
home listening to this voice describing a system of discipline, a system that
corresponded to what I know of Tibetan Tantric practice. I know very little about Tibetan Tantric
practice. I have a clue, that's all.
A book grew
from this vision and this voice. At the
time I was flush from my recent award from Playboy Magazine and my agent gave
the manuscript to an editor and when I was in New York we discussed the
book. The agent, Scott Meredith, moved
the book around from publisher to publisher for a year. There were no takers.
Lucky me.
It would have been a tragedy to have published that book in 1980. I take decades to write my books. They are like big oak trees. They need time to develop.
The Gods Of The Gift has changed so much over the years that
it has become a real grown-up book.
It's a book for grown-ups. It' a
book that will be most enjoyed by people who've spent some time reading
esoteric stuff like Rudolph Steiner, Madame Blavatsky, Annie Besant. The old school mystics. Gurdjieff,
Ouspensky. Most of those books are dense,
turgid and old fashioned. The Gods Of
The Gift should be fun, even though it's loaded with subtle information and the
science part of it is completely crazy.
You
don't have to be an Adept of The Secret Doctrine to get enjoyment from this
book. It follows many Fantasy and Sci
Fi conventions. There's the Pinocchio
Theme. A race of Androids yearns to be human.
But these androids, or as I call them, Robiots, know they're not
human. They call themselves New
Sentients. They were originally made to
perform work but somewhere along the way a few of them started tinkering with
their own nervous systems and found that emotion was possible and even
desirable. That's one of my classic Sci
Fi themes. I've got astrophysics
galore, Black Holes, all that stuff.
The book is as much influenced by Kurosawa films as it is by
metaphysical lore. There are sword
fights, kidnappings, cosmic gangsters and quasi-immortals called
Planet-People. These are avatars from
the Starwind Communion. When their
civilization was doomed they decided to emigrate by squishing all the
individuals from each planet into one body.
So one hundred eight worlds became one hundred eight Planet-People. One of them, Calakadon, was a rogue and a
murderer. He is the book's main bad
guy. He's murdering the other one
hundred seven of his kindred and stealing their Puzzle Pieces. These objects are precious beyond
knowing. They will some day be
assembled into The Puzzle Of The Endless Gates. Here is another Buddhist concept, in case you've never heard that
mantra: Gate Gate Beyond The Gate Another Gate----Bodhisattva.So click on over to my other siteArthur Rosch Books, then click on the book title and download
a copy. Enjoy.
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