MYST MEGHA MYTH: Bliss Is Your Birthright — The Complete Trilogy: A Historical Fiction Saga from Ancient Queens to Medieval Europe

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No one writes about Joan of Arc to entertain.
Every institution that has owned the gate to the knowledge has a reason to wish these books had not been written.

Fiction on the outside. Explosive truth on the inside.
MYST · MEGHA · MYTH: Bliss Is Your Birthright – The Complete Trilogy: A Historical Fiction Saga from Ancient Queens to Medieval Europe.

A historical novel churning through fifty centuries, for the one who left institutions looking for an altar.
Jehanne d'Arc did not lose on fire. And she did not come alone.

The operation the trilogy traces is as old as time. Tiamat, Inanna and Marduk to touch on where the most recent split went: the young god slays the old mother of the waters, splits her, and builds the world from the halves — and the crown dates its legitimacy from the killing. Time-jump to (almost) present, and Jehanne, burned for her vision on pretence of putting men's clothes on. It works by not being named. Naming it is the undoing, and the records have to continue being set straight to account for delta of deviation and fog of smoke-and-mirrors.

Underneath it is an argument the reader will recognise: Greek and Roman hegemony is a colonial frame, and it erased the corridor's own knowledge. Every conqueror since has walked through a world already made and called it founding. This book argues that the imprint they left is what brought the civilisations down.

And it was never a war on women. It is a war on people who have it directly. Jehanne held a direct vision — and never surrendered. In the wilder steppes that never cower, Tomyris had Cyrus' head gulp the blood he was insatiable for, when he had come to marry the Queen, holding her offspring a hostage. Put a crown on the sieve and hand it the treasury of the world. Alexandria – Catherine and Hypatia. And a woman nineteen years into a research-funding body in the Sydney CBD, whose job is checking that the record is clean.

And Alexander the Great returns — as the man who has spent twenty years assembling the register of every woman who ever stood against a predator.

At 2:43 in the morning, a woman who knows everything and can do nothing begs a crisis line to pick up. She has been burning alive in her sleep since she was thirteen.
Jeanne is forty. She checks, for a living, that the record is clean. For twenty-seven years – ten of them in counselling – every room she has carried the dream into has agreed that the dream is the problem.

This is the winter somebody finally disagrees.

She goes up, and the question is mind or body. She goes down, through seven gates, and at each one something is taken: a robbery takes what is yours; a gate takes what is heavy. And she comes home – not to radiance, but to a Tuesday, and a mother who picks up before the second ring.

Fierce is not the opposite of still.

"It does not require monsters. It runs perfectly well on men who are sure."

MYST MEGHA MYTH braids autofiction with documented history. The descent is lived. The other people of the present are inventions; the people of the past are real. The Historical Notes separate, item by item, what is documented, what is legend, what is tradition, what is contested, and what is vision. There are no footnotes: every unfamiliar word is handed to you by someone in the story, at the moment it first arrives.

Christian, Muslim, Buddhist: the book does not spare whoever was holding the ledger. Challenges are welcome — the author puts her own tradition in the reckoning alongside everyone else's.

Complete novel in one volume, with thirty-six plates after Nicholas Roerich.