I created Asherah because something sacred had been erased — a name, a presence, a divine force buried beneath centuries of silence.
This project didn’t come from ambition. It came from remembering. Whispered. Persisted. Demanded I carry it.
Every myth, symbol, and scene in this story is a thread of my own — braided with hers.
I share this with the unseen, the unheard, the unremembered.
For the women who were written out.
For the lovers who remembered them.
For the daughters still waiting to be seen.
And for the divine — fierce, feminine, and forgotten —
who is finally coming home.
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 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 and Angel’s — 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.
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.
By Gary Mazeffa
