Why did I decide to create this project?
Because something sacred had been erased.
A name. A presence. A truth.
I didn’t set out to tell a story — I set out to restore one.
To bring Asherah back into the light. To let the feminine divine rise, not as a myth or metaphor, but as a living force.
This project began as a whisper from somewhere ancient —
now it speaks with thunder.
How much of my soul is in this project?
All of it.
The child who searched for meaning.
The seeker who wrestled with silence.
The creator who dared to remember what the world forgot.
Every scene, every symbol, every heartbeat in Asherah’s story is a thread of my own — braided with memory, myth, and longing.
This isn’t just storytelling.
This is soulwork.
Who do I wish to share this project with?
With anyone who has ever felt silenced.
With the ones who carry something ancient in their chest but don’t yet have a name for it.
With the orphans of story, faith, and origin.
With the dreamers who believe that cinema can still awaken the sacred.
And with those who are tired of watching goddesses burn quietly in the margins.
To whom do I dedicate this project?
To the women who were written out.
To the lovers who remembered them.
To the daughters still waiting to be seen.
And to the divine — feminine, fierce, and forgotten —
who is finally coming home.
