As best we can tell humans arrived in the Indus Valley, in Baluchistan, some 150,000 years ago. We know they flourished there, beside the Indus river which carried the nutrient-rich runoff from the Himalayan Peaks to support the game and feed their crops, and we know they moved on from there into India to south, Mesopotamia to the north, Nepal, China, and up to the Baring Sea in the east. The Indus Valley was the cradle of mankind, and it was the coffin in which most humans were buried by cataclysmic volcanoes, earthquakes and, with the coming of the Holocene Interglacial, the great floods that swept away the debris just 12,000 years ago.
BIRTH OF THE MATRIARCHY
If what we know of human development during the last 12,000 years is to be our guide, that which took place in 138,000 years prior to the cataclysm must have been phenomenal, and there’s every evidence to say it was. During that vast period of time we evolved from waring factions, fueled by egocentric alpha-males, into a benign society administered by women with phenomenal memories. This came about because the brightest women mastered the art of communicating with the child in the womb, and a few, only a very few, also learned how to pass their memories, and consequently their wisdom, to the next generation. The result was the emergence of an elite – a dynasty controlled by generations of informed females who ruled consensually, naturally, with no need for sophism. This Matriarchy mastered the use of sunlight and water, reaching levels not seen today, for all their needs. Solar energy was used not only to keep warm, but also to cook, to purify, weld, cut stone, and to cool, to freeze, and condition the air they breathed. With these skills humans could not only thrive wherever there was sunlight and water – they could enjoy long, pollution free, lives devoid of war and want.
After the cataclysm the few survivors returned to Darwinism – to the survival-of-the-fittest which worked. It worked then, as it had 200,000 years before, restoring a tiny, struggling, community to a teeming mass rapidly outstripping the planet’s ability to sustain it. A few, just a very few, females of The Matriarchy, also survive but their dominance has yet to emerge. It will – mankind will move away from the alpha-male society and return to the days of wisdom and longevity. This time we wont have to wait 138,000 years – Fiona and her daughter Meira, are bringing it to us now.
Fiona McMahon is the current Matriarch but her time is drawing to a close because pollution, and the stresses of modern life, have taken their toll on her mind and body. Her daughter too, will have a shorter life than their predecessors, some whom lived for than 300 years, because of modern hydrocarbon fuels and the zealous use chemical fertilizers.
Absalom McMahon, an academic, was born Jewish in the Leban where he studied Mesopotamian languages, history, and religions. The Matriarch chose him to father her second child because of his depth of knowledge, and because of his wisdom and understanding of the human race. His views regarding Judaism, and the history of the states of Syria, Israel, Palestine and Jordan are considered radical by most governments and clerics. He is watched, therefore, by the CIA, MI6, ISI, Mossad, and intelligence services in many other countries.
Meira McMahon is a sexy twenty-eight year old with her father’s olive skin, and her mother’s penetrating, emerald, eyes and she’s mad as hell. She’s mad at Roger, her first love, for his philandering, and she’ mad at the lunatics in the White House, for plunging the world into another pointless war. Equally she’s mad at the clerics – bishops, mullahs, and rabbis – for preparing the ground for another endless round of killings. Most of all she’s mad at her father, for deserting her, and at her mother for her apparent lack of concern over his absence.
As best she knows she was born in in Beirut, in the Leban; -certainly she went to school there, and studied under both Moslem and Jewish teachers there. Later, when the family moved to Australia, initially to the Northern Territories, she developed friendships with local Aborigines who taught the ways of the Old Ones. When they moved on to Brisbane she studied the arts at the local university. She worked hard to please her daddy, and won prizes to show him what a brilliant daughter he had, but he left her.
Pain and anger are deep within Meira; they are meant to be for she is to be the new Matriarch, and is about to embark on journey that will search her very soul, and stretch her, mind and body, to limits not previously conceived.
The Good Guys
William St. James Houghton, a professional soldier retired, was educated at Marlborough College and Cambridge University. His Army commission took him initially to Kenya, at the end of the Mau Mau uprising, and then to Cheltenham, to the Signal Corps, and was quickly taken up on special projects leading up to the Vietnam war. Despite his efforts the United States did enter in to a full-blown conflict that was to be the ultimate disgrace of the western world. In the hope that he could achieve more as a civilian Bill, as he likes to be known, relinquished his commission to open a new career in the Diplomatic Corps. Despite his early fears of becoming inactive his new job proved much more to his liking as he was given a great deal of ‘free-reign’ when dealing with representatives of foreign governments.
He came to learn of the current Matriarch, Fiona McMahon, during an undercover operation involving a republican splinter group of the Irish Republican Army. Outside of her family he remains the only living person who could identify her. His gallantry in Ireland, and his outstanding service for his country, earned him a knighthood: Sir William Saint James Houghton, KBE.
Peter Garfield Jordan is a scientist. He won a scholarship to Edinburgh University, where he earned an MA in the sciences before his twentieth birthday. He stayed on to do his doctoral thesis, centering on ancient technologies, but moved on to a position as Assistant Professor of Science in University College Los Angels before the work was complete. In LA he continued his studies but ran foul of the system when he refused to stop preaching against the modern religious orders. After a particularly bad outbreak, when he swept armfuls of books from the library shelves to the street, he had to submit to medical treatment or face prosecution, and possible imprisonment. As a medical prisoner he is unemployable, which suits him because, with a disability income, he is free to continuing his research.
A social recluse, he is short on patience, and lacking in interpersonal skills.
The Bad Boys
Commander John Conway, son of a humble Dorset smallholder, became a career soldier the hard way. Honed by an army career that took him from a lowly conscript in the Dorset Artillery, to Commander of the assault on Wireless Ridge – a decisive victory in the Falklands campaign – he became the founder member of the Pathfinder Platoon, and the overseer of the Hereford Instructors’ training of the Advance Force Operations Unit. He is now a ruthless business man running the most efficient special services agency the world has ever know
Sir Nigel Harper is a Baronet, an hereditary peer, anxious to save the family’s Northumbrian estate from death duties, and the family home from the degradation’s of the northerly climate. In an attempt to reverse the environmental decisions of a socialist government that prevent the continuation of coal mining on his land, he used his influence as an Old Etonian, and Coldstreamer, to retain his position in the House of Lords under the 1999 act. He has convinced his peers of the need for a common voice for the oil, gas, and coal producers throughout the world. He is the founder member of the Federation of Fossil Fuel Producers: an international organisation whose purpose is to set policy for those industries.
The embedded screen play that follows covers the first 30% of Book I. It runs for approximately 80 minutes.
Looking for Father
Meira McMahon is pursued by governments, churches, and the bad boys of the fossil fuels industry, as she peels back the layers of violence and deceit that surround the Ancients’ use of solar technology. Infuriated by her first lover’s philandering she sets out to put a few things right with the men in her life, starting with why her father left, and why her mother refuses to explain.
When an old friend finds her in Paris Meira knows her enemies are close. She runs south, to the Sun, where she joins the crew of yacht that turns out to be much more than a simple pleasure craft. Has she escaped, or have they trapped her?