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MAZDA
By Earl E. Paul with Marc F. Paul
"ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING NOVELS EVER WRITTEN"
Lorraine Dellorto
"THIS BOOK HAS TO BE READ BY EVERY GENERATION"
Ryan Brooks
Excerpt: Page 236
And even among the powerful, arrogant men is the intuition that one of them, strong enough finally, and at last, may become the Queen Bee. It might be the president; it might be a businessman. Who knows? Either way, this breeds suspicion in them. So they seek one another out across the globe, always jousting for position in their high-echelon peck-order. They prefer arrangement to argument, and when in the course of events, arrangement is agreeable, we enjoy commercial prosperity. Then the essence of the rabble grows stronger and the strong men who tap it grow commensurately greater and richer, until they collide. When they argue, it’s war. Their tendency to gravitate toward one another is the same thing as the streetlight out there attracting insects. It’s fatal, but if they don’t keep their eye on one another they know at last one of them shall emerge the strongest; and finally, at last, a Queen Bee will have been produced, and God will have been established ON the world that all rabbles must cherish and worship. I wonder Mary, if the United States will ever have a president that powerful. Anyway, the idea of a supernatural power, unless it is himself, secretly revolts the strong man, lusting for power. The further idea of a supernatural power, full of love and compassion for the worthless individuals of the rabble, is grotesque to these powerful men. There is no God in the power scheme even though they pretend he exists. There’s only the rabble’s hope to rid itself of its worthlessness. Yet, since each mite in the rabble is weak, practically useless, it must look without to discover an acceptable salvation it really has no business craving. If a mentality exists beyond the strongest of man’s, and is what we quaintly call divine, then it had best avoid this scummy sewer. The slum conditions of our cities are the truest reflection of our society, because at the other end, among the power-crazed, fantastically wealthy, the same jungle conditions prevail. The pity is that the slum dweller is a negative symbol while Mussolini, Hitler, Roosevelt or Churchill is apparently positive. Forget polarities, Antigone, the symbols are identical. The germ of insanity is here and here is where man’s condition is obfuscated. The leech with its vanity becomes the host.”
Convictions are dams across the stream of thought - MAZDA
Fire Baptized Fundamental Camp, South Carolina.
A sense of awe permeated the multitude and in the face of so many crowded people, the almost universal silence, except for the radios had a flavor of the unnatural.
He grew aghast the longer he walked. No one spoke to him. From the corner of his eye, he saw people collapse, only to lie unaided while those around him, stark-eyed followed his slow progress. The reaction was beyond anything his imagination had conceived.
This may be the greatest story in the history of mankind. Few people alive will ever forget this day if they live to be as old as Methuselah.
Inside the camp, the people of the Fire Baptized sect stood in a semi-circle around the main gate, in disbelief watching the cascade of money, jewels and valuables being thrown in, through and over the gate.
Excerpts:
IT TAKES TWINS TO CHANGE THE WORLD!
Does it necessarily follow if you are shrewd, you are wise? - Mazda
FORWARD
This novel is not what you are expecting. In fact, I’m willing to bet it is the exact opposite of what you are expecting, especially if you are judging it by its cover – which was designed by Artificial Intelligence.
Is this book about faith? Well, that depends. Is it about God? Not exactly. Is it conservative? At times. Does it contain liberal perspectives? Good question. Trying to answer ANY of those questions would be impossible in this foreword. I’ll let you be the final judge because your perspective will undoubtedly differ from mine.
Some background: My father died over forty-five years ago when I was fifteen years old. In the 1960’s, when he was in his thirties, married to my mother, shortly before I was born, he wrote several novels. This novel – MAZDA – was one of them. The original manuscripts have sat untouched and unnoticed for the last four decades – well, that isn’t exactly correct. I typed, edited and printed this book a decade ago. When fifty copies of the book were finally printed by a local printer, I proudly sat down to read it (yet again). On the very first page, in the first sentence, there was a glaring misspelling. I was horrified. It was completely my fault. As I kept reading, I continued to be shocked at how many more spelling errors I had made converting the original (typewriter) typed manuscript to an electronic form. I gave that original printed book to a few family members, but I quietly threw the rest of them in the garbage. Moral of the story: I sucked at being a typist and an editor.
But failure is a strong motivator. Fast forward to 2025. Unfortunately, I lost the ten-year-old electronic copy of the manuscript, so I had to re-type the damn thing again from scratch. That’s okay, I kind of felt like it was my penance for doing such an inferior job the first time around.
As the ‘resurrector’ and editor of this novel, it was tempting to modify a lot based on technological improvements in the last sixty years. For instance, I desperately wanted to give the characters mobile phones since they often struggled with staying connected with each other, but significantly updating the manuscript that my father obviously poured his heart and soul into just seemed…wrong.
Esoteric and complicated words spilled out of my father like Bible parables. My father’s vocabulary was unbelievable. Admittedly, there are some difficult words and concepts in this book. However, I’ve read many novels and I know a good one from a bad one. A good novel is what I am reading late at night when I should be sleeping. A good novel forces me to look at my watch at 1:00 a.m. and say to myself, “Okay, I’ll just read a few more pages and then I’ll go to sleep.” A good novel tantalizes and tricks me into avoiding doing other things so that I can spend more time engrossed in it.
MAZDA is an amazing novel – especially as it progresses. Given the intense subject matter, I would call it a one-of-a-kind novel, but I’m trying to be objective here as the ‘son.’
It is noteworthy that the MAZDA plot has languished in a weathered cardboard box for over sixty years, yet to my knowledge, no other person in the world has constructed a similar story. Considering the number of novels that are published each year and our ever-increasing population, I think that is amazing because the foundational topic of this novel, the return of a holy deity to this earth, is truly timeless.
As I read and edit my father’s novels, sometimes I wonder if they would fit better in a philosophy or religion class of a university than on a retail bookshelf. The concepts in MAZDA are biblical, extreme, and worthy of significant contemplation, discussion and debate: What if? Some of the statements (and entire paragraphs) in this book are profound, prophetic, and poignant. As I worked, I often looked up and said, “Dad – you really were an amazing writer.” Sometimes I wish I had inherited his intellect, but then again, that level of abstract intelligence and creativity may be more of a curse than a blessing.
What has motivated me? Well, I sincerely believe that this novel needs to be shared with the world – in any generation. But also, one of my father’s lifelong goals was to get his novels published. Unfortunately, he was never successful in those endeavors partly due to the fact that publishing was so costly back then. From my mother’s stories about them meeting with a swanky New York publisher, I also know that my father was adamant against having his book published in paperback form. I am honoring my late father’s requirement.
It is definitely NOT my intention to offend anyone, or any group, by publishing this novel. There is no doubt that this novel is edgy. But please remember, it’s just fiction, albeit fiction about the return of someone who is/is not our savior and the events that might/must occur surrounding that momentus event, which assuredly, is a controversial topic for numerous societal elements.
If I were a movie producer, MAZDA would provide the material for my next production. So, call me – let’s ‘do lunch.’
I have spent hundreds of hours on this book. I admit that I had to construct a few paragraphs since there was a page missing in the original, typewritten manuscript.
Unless you have a superior vocabulary, you undoubtedly will encounter a few challenging words. I know that my vocabulary has improved because of my editing efforts. If you want to have a dictionary near you, be my guest. If not, feel free to research his words another time and just absorb the underlying, amazing storyline. When I came across a sentence or word I didn’t understand, I would simply Google it out of curiosity. For example, his choice of the name ‘Antigone’ (pronounced an·ti·guh·nee) is very interesting. ‘Zoroastrianism?’, ‘Remus.’ Google can help you with those also. My father, of course, did not have the Internet or Google back in the 60’s when he wrote this.
Dad – If you are looking down on me as I type and edit your book (again); I am extremely proud to be the son of such an intellectual, creative, yet self-destructive man. As I near retirement, I recognize much more of your personality in me. I’m truly honored to be given the opportunity to resurrect this unique novel sixty years after you originally created it. Working on your book has strengthened my insights into spirituality and my own limited legacy in this world. I will be forever thankful for these life-enriching gifts you have posthumously bestowed upon me.
To all you readers (spiritual, religious, atheist, conservative, liberal, or whatever..) – I sincerely hope you enjoy this novel as much as I have. When you get to the point where Mazda begins appearing at rural, fundamentalist churches…well...I think you will be just as excited as I was to turn the page to see what happens next.
Marc F. Paul
Son
The idea of love is constant; it stays as consistent as harmony, rhythm, and poetry – but the blight that spoils communication between generations is tempo. This is the bilious quality that makes music of one decade refuted by a subsequent decade. Music and dance reflect the collective social mood, and if tempo is the root of the incommunicable estrangement, then we must wonder about the state of the universe and what galvanizes species into freneticness. Rule out harmony, rhythm, and poetry – what’s left? Tempo. Our state is where, as we speed along on our round vehicle in space at the rate of 1600 miles per second, interstellar tempos shift gears.
- Mazda
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