The Chikondra Trilogy: A Journey in the Writing

The Chikondra Trilogy actually began in 2003. Its beginning was a strange one. I awoke early one Saturday morning from a rather peculiar dream state. I felt almost dizzy and almost queasy as I gradually felt my body gradually slowing to a stop. I had experienced a very definite sense of whirling at an incredible speed, in an elliptical circle that was not on a flat, level plane but rather on a rhythmically changing tilt.

As the twirling effects inside my brain subsided and I was fully, sensibly awake and conscious, two distinctive names had invaded, leaving a powerfully lingering impression on my mind. Chikondra. I understood beyond any doubt that Chikondra was a place. Warnach Sirinoya. Without question, I knew this was the name of a person, male, and a man of great significance. The mystery that plagued me was why he and the place called Chikondra had been awakened within my consciousness.

Where was Chikondra?

Who was Warnach Sirinoya?

Getting quickly out of bed, I dressed and went outside with my family’s little dog, Toby. Unusual for me, I also went out with telephone in hand. I remember calling a dear friend because I so needed to discuss the experience. I knew I could trust her because our decades-long friendship has endured many such puzzling events. After much discussion, neither of us was quite able to explain this latest venture into the mystical web that so often weaves itself into our lives.

Time passed. I couldn’t shake the names from my mind. The questions refused to give me peace. Why? Who? Where? What did they signify? I asked a couple of wise teachers I knew. They had ideas but nothing concrete. I tried to disregard the niggling invaders from my dreams.

The day came when I sat in front of the computer. My heart was aching as I tried to finish putting into words the events that eventually told more of the story of Turand. Wanting to break away for a while, I had thought to do some research on a totally different subject. Before I knew what was happening, I was entering trance-like states. I suddenly realized that I had known all along about Chikondra and Warnach Sirinoya. That other world. That other person.

Words flew from my fingers as I tapped away. My thoughts flew and transcended time and space. I was on Earth. I was on Chikondra. I was everywhere in between. Who was I? The tool. The implement. The captive willing to channel the story, the events.

As the months gradually transformed into years, I balanced my daily physical and emotional life with this new saga. Sometimes, I would complete twenty or thirty pages before stopping in utter in amazement. Finally, wondering and questioning, I began to share this new story with a few close friends. Had I gone completely daft? They assured me I had not. They encouraged me, sometimes scolding and lecturing, so that I would not desert the story. The result? The Chikondra Trilogy.