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Saw a post of something over on Mullet’s site—here’s the link to the text—that made me chuckle, and then I did something stupid. I started thinking about it, and here’s my apeshit reply below (yeah, crazy shit alert; don’t even bother reading it, seriously).


I’m impressed by how accurate that basically is (except that agriculture came first, then beer).

The original liberals were the gatherers; the women. The original conservatives were the hunters; the men. The conservatives were kneeling and praying before the hunt, and painting the struggles of life upon the walls of sacred caves (initiation caves). The liberals were carving stone statues of fat women, who they figured were divine figures of fertility; they were also carving the first tenants of the fertility cults to come.

(Of course, by the time the liberals were able to seize power and create the first city built around a temple, the conservatives had been subdued and were now doing all the stone carving; here is the birth of the Masons, and then Freemasons later. It was said that the Freemasons differed greatly in a few key ways, such as they got paid and had some rights.)

What it is not included in the above version: twenty thousand years ago, the liberals started naming everything and began to observe the constellations (the conservatives dug Orion, who they envisioned as a heavenly portrait of Sky Father, a figure out of the Great Mystery, the Creator, who they felt keenly during the long fall hunts; and they dug the North Star, that was about it), but, in true control-freak fashion, the liberals began making up stories about stuff to do with how the sky moved—soon they started erecting monolithic blocks of rock in certain spots, in certain arrangements, and then made claims of knowing the future.

The conservatives were more interested in the simpler things in life—music and an occasional mushroom vision with the shaman to gain insight into themselves and their place in the world. They had already mastered fire, and the bow, and saw no need for all the rock grinding and shiny-stone-seeking. It was thought among some conservatives that chasing game all over was pissing off some of the liberals, since their stone ritual crap required a stationary sort of lifestyle, and the liberals argued that they could plant more seeds and catch animals, fence them in, so you never have to chase them.

But the conservatives stood firm: they had to keep moving, keep after the herds, along side the lions and wolves. Besides, sitting in one spot too long—they knew too well—tended to exhaust too many resources too soon. It lead to starvation and death. It ended with great holes in the world. Plus, it was not honourable to cage a beast for meat, or for any reason; in the hunt, the game has a better chance of escape than the hunter does of feeding his tribe that day. They’d decided; they would not sit still anywhere for long. And the conservatives were respected.

Perhaps it was only a gesture of goodwill that the conservatives let the liberals make jewelry out of the mammoth tusks from their northern hunts (the conservatives, artists themselves, saw it more as a craft than art, but that was okay, it kept them busy), but after a while the liberals wanted more jewels.

It also leaves out the part where the liberals somehow end up suckering all the conservatives into doing their work on the farm, too. When the liberals convinced all the people that a great disaster was coming, and then it was confirmed (say, a comet slamming into a hill on the day it was predicted) by the elders of far away tribes, the people grew afraid and began to side with the liberals more and more.

Soon there was an agreement to enter into a semi-nomadic way of life; the liberals domesticated cats and dogs, and began planting much grain. Populations grew as never before.

Inevitably the liberals carved themselves a stone goddess and built temples (then stone towns near rivers) and surrounding farms,  eventually forcing the people to offer up their male sons as sacrifice to their goddess. (Astarte; Ishtar—Inanna, Dianna, Isis, etc—which is where the word, “Easter” comes from). Some boys were castrated for blood sacrifice; in some places they were thrown into the fire, and “Sign” was read from their screams and writhing; other sacrifices were also burnt offerings (wicker cages set alight with the males within).

This liberal empire spread from Arabia and Mesopotamia to Persia and India, then to Egypt and Greece, around the Black Sea; diluted versions reached the shores of Germania and Spain, North Africa, China and Japan. Later, strange versions spread back down into Africa, to the edge of Australia, and other versions reached Scandinavia and Russia, and then the British Islands. Some believe (and there is evidence that) it even reached Mesoamerica, where the Aztek (Olmec) liberals established an agricultural system of temple-centric city states, and continued the torture and sacrifice of the children and other captive Natives from the jungle.

At the heart of it all, in Asia Minor, the liberals grew rich and made a great Garden, and more and more the people worked on this Garden, taxed, and having to live in squalor. But the small ruling group of liberals grew arrogant and wanted more shiny stones; they held the secret knowledge, and began to see themselves as superior to these drones which they could order about the farms. Society grew decadent with excess and waste, and the conservatives suffered great poverty of spirit, and stranger and more violent rituals came about. And there were more sacrifices when droughts got bad.

The ruling class of liberals became inbred, trying to keep their royal line pure, and maniacs and human abominations slithered out of the human gene pool. They became more and more cruel, brutal, vicious; diseases sprang from them; and when they had all the power and wealth they craved, they entered into more and more extreme perversions, and extreme experiences. Obesity, hedonism, bestiality, and vice reigned among the aristocracy. They drank blood; they enjoyed raping children and listening to them scream, sob, and plead. This was the perverse, mutated and putrid form humanity had taken that is written about in a large collected work (see: Noah) to follow, same characters, same event, same result, different names, different messages.

And then the Flood changed everything. Entire towns were being wiped out, and the liberal oligarchy could not stop it; hell, they didn’t even know it was going to happen—and they were supposed to know; they held some “divine light of knowledge,” didn’t they? Weren’t they enlightened, illuminated?

The people started not to think so; the world seemed to be ending, and they lost faith. There was a great uprising. The people were told later that the gods were angry with the filthy, cruel, evil oligarchs and the flood was their punishment (one of the liberal oligarchs laments that she should have concerned herself more with living beings rather than riches and objects and pleasure). Later still, in a great book, the people would be told that the Deluge was the result of a wicked, sinful, greedy, evil-doing populace. Actually, both reasons were true.

Good thing the conservatives built the Ark and saved one town—when they resettled the Fertile Crescent later, they would start building large walled cities, to prevent any future flood from destroying their great works.

Around the time of the—last—Flood, 5600 BC, the conservatives took back religion and some degree of freedom (the world’s first civil rights movement) and entered into a covenant with the ruling liberal aristocracy, which was a matriarchy, all of which brought about the age of Kings (Sumer). Gilgamesh was the first; he sold out his conservative brothers to a large degree, but things had improved for a while. Nevertheless, the Kings that followed increasingly became cruel and violent, being swayed by the ever-growing court of liberals around them. Members of this court would grow into a shadow government.

By this time, resources had run out in Mesopotamia (over-farmed; devoid of trees; top soil gone due to pastoral herds eating roots everywhere for many centuries—and the Arabian desert was born), so the ruling liberals began using temple prostitutes (and beer) to draw in the sweaty, hairy, hunting conservatives from nearby woods, converting them into a soldier class, to protect the liberal King’s wealth and to be used as an armed force to conquer neighbouring tribes (and stealing their resources). They would tell their people that bad monsters lived there—demon creatures who must be destroyed—like what Sumeria first did to Lebanon (for timber, since Sumer had none), making slaves out of the vanquished. It was the invention of propaganda and set into motion a pattern of tyrannical, raptorial foreign policy that every nation since has copied (and Rome perfected).

Another condition of this covenant was marriage. It was still based upon husbandry (the domestication of wild animals—which is of course where the word “husband” comes from; old Norse hus = house + bondi = dwell, build, cultivate), but the conservatives were being treated a bit better than they had been before the Deluge, what with the third class status and their slum residences located away from their mates and offspring and all. Parts of this old covenant remain: the ring, a smaller symbol of the golden crown of ruling liberals, and the genuflection (kneeling, which is what commoners do in the presence of royalty, the old liberal elite) upon proposal of marriage.

The fashion of the era changed dramatically for conservatives: before the liberal invention of agriculture, they had long hair and beards, wore leather pants and shirts and coats, as well as furs; and after agriculture they were clean-shaven, perfumed, donning jewels if they were of high enough standing, and they all wore dresses like the liberal aristocracy had stipulated. (The lower in society, the lower the skirt; the priests and others wore the longest gowns. They still do to this day: see judges and the Pope.) It would not be until the early settlement of the Americas before conservatives started wearing pants again.

Some time during this, male cattle replaced male children in sacrifice (even though men were still being circumcised and made into eunuchs); this is why in many places the bull (or ram) is revered, and in India it’s actually held as sacred and not killed (yes, they will eat beef if someone else kills it; it was never “sacred cow;” it’s in fact “sacred bull”), which is common knowledge. Vegetarianism began not as any sort of “healthy lifestyle,” nor was it about eating meat at all; it was originally about what the gods/goddesses of the liberals of old were eating.

However, even though boys stopped getting their balls chopped off for Astarte, male sacrifice continued in a more subtle form: seasonal warfare.

And of course by the time of Jesus, with all the “I am the lamb” stuff, the “I am the sacrifice” stuff, well, this doomed the liberal cult of Astarte and her ilk. The next true conservative social movement began, and the practice of almost all forms of animal sacrifice faded away (although some forms of plant sacrifice remained—ever offer your sweetheart some flowers?—you’re carrying on an ancient ritual of offering life to the idols of the liberal aristocracy).

Male sacrifice crept back under the Catholic Church (once the Eastern Roman Empire absorbed the conservative movement of Jesus, the castrati was eventually formed: the practice of castration of young boys for the Church choirs), with no doubt much liberal infiltration to bring “Mary” (the pig goddess Astarte wearing a nun’s costume) back into observance.

Things started looking grim for the conservatives again, but then Martin Luther came along and another religious revolution took place—and the Protestants were born.

The conservatives did alright for a while, although the devious liberals were at it again. They had begun a secret society called the “Illuminati,” a much more organized and connected organization than the other types they’d tried before, and came up with a plan for overthrowing the conservatives and their pesky Elohim-type one-god stuff; lingering in the Pagan shadows, they had continued their religious rituals and practices, but now they were gaining new minions fleeing persecution from the out-of-control Catholic Church, which they had also infiltrated to a large extent.

After discovery in Bavaria and further persecution, plotting their revenge, they proceeded to infiltrate the Masonic organizations, then later the banks. After all, they had invented money as another tool to draw in wild, good-hearted and hard-partying conservatives out of their forested places and into the cities. And enslave them there doing something called “work,” which remains a sub-religion to this day, now more specialized as a “trade” or “career.”

And we all know the rest—things have come full circle: the conservatives are once more under the cloud of liberal tyranny, whose scientific collaborators have brought the entire planet within their grasp, and they are pressing hard and gaining ground fast as they implement their “New Secular Order.”

There. Just filled in some crucial gaps…okay, but his was funnier.

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[Yes, that’s “Meh,” not men. As in, Bill: “Hey, Bob, how your sack hanging?”—-Bob: “Meh.”]

I haven’t written much in this deal lately. Not sure why. Nothing much to say, I guess, recently that would sound very different to (yet pale copies of) other entries, and aside from that, I haven’t been able to wind myself up, mood-wise, to get pissed about anything. (No, been out of weed for a while; that ain’t it.)

Translation: my mood’s been even and it’s been hard to get worked up. At times I get worked up when I see something stupid—

*It Is My Solemn Sworn Duty In This Life To Point Out All That Which I Find Foolish, Hypocritical, And Utter Bullshit*

—or provide an alternate view on something, or, obviously, insert the so-much-needed masculine or male point of view wherever it’s lacking, and it’s always lacking in this completely lopsided world.

Further translation: it’s been difficult getting angry lately because I feel pretty ‘good’ (this word is so worn-out and silly) all around, and am gradually getting closer to being in the exact position I need to be in, in order to leave for the Coast.

“Why do you need to be worked up or angry?”

Because I believe that human expression is best when it’s passionate—this doesn’t mean sexually, to which most people seem to limit its meaning, but rather…I dunno. I call it “fire.” Fire within; spark, drive, aggressively but constructively forcing your energy out, like skin cleansing its pores. “Cleansing” indeed, because that’s what it’s like. There’s scarsely anything I hate more than bland, dull, mediocre blather, small talk and chit chat; trivium. Or, as my sister would say, talk about “happy stuff.” It’s like a flat-line on a heart monitor; monotone, tedious, irrelevant, lifeless and soulless. Spiritless—even better.

“Doesn’t that increase blood pressure and stress, isn’t it unhealthy?”


“SO…don’t you want to take care of yourself?”


“Why!? Um…I dunno, so you can live a rich and fulfilling life maybe…?”

1. Why would I want that? 2. And why is that relative to health?

“1. Because that’s what humans are supposed to do! 2. Because we should live as long as possible and ty to be happy while we’re here, how ’bout?”

1. Who says? And what wisdom is so grand that I should obey such a rule?

2. “Should?” Again, who says? If I want to absorb every speck of information in the world before the age of 45 and ignite it like gun powder within my mind to create something other than what we see every single prosaic day, in every single prosaic way, then that’s far better. Far better to live short, hard and fast, and blow your mind through the stratosphere than live a long, comfy, safe, boring existence as a human drone; sheep. Slaves watching TV…hampsters running on wheels…dogs chasing rubber balls in the backyard, barking at shadows…

I prefer quality over quantity.

3. How ’bout not? “Happiness” is simply meaningless; a word, which is an illusion, that leads one—absolutely without fail—back to unhappiness and sadness. It’s a drug, and you always come down from it because drugs aren’t real and never last: drugs and addictions are an unwise basis for deeming your average mood or, in particular, overall human “state.” State of being. I’m striving to limit my addictions ultimately to food, water, air, before I die. When I am empty, here, at last, I’ll be complete—hopefully just before I die—when I have utterly nothing left but these three things, wanting and needing nothing else, that’s when my life transcends all other versions of my previous states of existence. No one seeking “happiness”—an extended period of joy—has ever “reached it.” Are you kidding me? It’s called chasing the dragon—might as well get yourself some herion or jerk off or eat some candy-covered cholocate-banana-flavoured sugar, because it’s exactly the same.

(Non-happy is what I seek, and I haven’t felt unhappy in some time…can’t even recall the last depressive period I had.) It’s a dog chasing its tail—futile ego pursuits….Be a slave, a “happiness junkie,” to your own brain chemistry if you want. I’ll choose the hard way and do without.

“1. Nobody ‘says’—it’s just common sense! 2. That’s risky and foolish! 3. That’s completely silly!”

1. Most people are barely self-aware and miserable, entirely entangled in, consumed by, and blind within, their own egos, and merely act a part—they invent a self-commercial of how they should be and fine-tune it until others swallow the deception, until they fit in, gain praise for it, and seem outwardly “normal,” while inside they’re crying like little kids still, scared and confused, in the spiritless deserts of their souls praying for rain; it’s not who they really are.

That is common; “common” can rot. That does not make sense to me. I’ll be “me,” thanks, and no one else. (The next time someone in real life tells me something I “should” do or be, I’m gonna spit in their eye.)

2. No one gains anything in life without risking first—courage comes from doing (not talking about doing) and is earned after recklessness and risk. It’s only as foolish as you are cowardly. A tiny child hiding under its bed, wishing the scary noises would go away.

Fuck off. I’ll walk out and find that noise—and if it’s a large hairy monster with red eyes and big glowing fangs, I’ll smile right back and say, “What up, beasty?” Maybe offer it some orange juice and a game of chess or something. To do otherwise is to live in fear, as an infant, and I’m beyond that. I prefer to grow up and remain so, to face it all and dare it to do its worst. I shall endure it all and smile afterwards, expanding as I do so, or die trying; and if death comes, it comes—it will anyway—so what? Why is that ‘bad’ and not completely natural?…why run away from it? This is the opposite of chasing the dragon—it’s believing a dragon is chasing you, my friend. I have other things to chase, real things.

Go ahead and tippy-toe about through life, sheltered from all suffering and unpleasantness and so much ickiness, if you want, buddy. I’m running out to meet that shit head-on.

3. I can see that you insist upon seeing it that way, so further conversation is pointless. Your mind is not open, enslaved by ego, wanting approval, acceptance, praise and to avoid shame…you have no awareness of all that’s holding you back; what little respect you must have for your own intelligence and personal development…

“Crazy talk!”

You betcha.

Moving the site…

There was a glitch in moving Nordiblog to the new website—I’m getting a new domain through my step-dad’s online cash account (I refuse to get one myself, the same way I refuse to own a car or even a cellphone…my hypocrisy really does have limits; the only static material attachments I’ll end up with ideally is an e-domain and a computer), which is overdrawn, so he has to wait until he has the money to settle it before I can give him the cash for the new site (what he owes is much more than what a new site would cost—I’m nice, but I’m not paying off anyone’s debt).

Another week and a half, roughly.

“The Feminine, women, (biological) females, and Woman

One thing that struck me this week was how many do not see a distinction between the above. In this gross tedium of modern “thought,” it is immensely politically incorrect (lace curtain) to make any distinctions (or even bring up the subject), which is precisely why it is necessary to do so; the formula is actually quite easy to follow: what most people think should be ignored; what most people do, do the opposite. (The world is entirely bassackwards. And I can prove it. But not all at once.)

I’m not about to get into the WOMAN deal, since David Quinn (quite) adequately covers this in his Exposition

Love the initial quote, which is all I’ll get into regarding this, because I could not say it all any better than he (if you have a functioning mind, an open one, and some guts, read what’s in that above link).

[Someone took a youth to a sage and said: “Look, he is being corrupted by women.”

The sage shook his head and smiled. “It is men,” said he, “that corrupt women; and all the failings of women should be atoned and improved in men. For it is man who creates for himself the image of woman, and woman forms herself according to this image.”

“You are too kindhearted about women,” said one of those present; “you do not know them.”

The sage replied: “Will is the manner of men; willingness that of women. That is the law of the sexes – truly, a hard law for women. All of humanity is innocent of its existence; but women are doubly innocent. Who could have oil and kindness enough for them?”

“Damn oil! Damn kindness!” Someone else shouted out of the crowd; “women need to be educated better!”

“Men need to be educated better,” said the sage and beckoned to the youth to follow him.

The youth, however, did not follow him.

Nietzsche, 1882.]

For it is man who creates for himself the image of WOMAN, and woman forms herself according to this image. Truer words have not been spoken or written.

Now, the other three—biological females: those born with the female physical ‘gender;’ humans born with cunts—I can get into. I just explained one. “Females” and “women” are not the same thing; “WOMAN” and “women” often are, but not always—I include men (biological males—humans born with cocks) regularly when discussing “women.”

“Does this have to do with ‘the feminine’?”

Exactly. One thing I have realized lately is that there is nothing wrong with “the feminine” either; I know, I know, sounds like I’m really slipping here, that my ‘misogyny’ (my former expressed loathing of the feminine, not—obviously—“hatred for all women”—ridiculous concept) is fading, but I doubt it’s possible to hate an object or its symbol—one can only, in any real way, hate its function, its actions, the consequences, such as based on how constuctive or destructive it is regarding Nature, the natural order of life, for instance.

“I don’t follow you…”

If a rock tumbles down a cliff, eventually beaming you on the noodle…do you hate the rock?


Do you hate gravity?


Do you hate what happened, the situation you were in, or the results of that rock falling…?

“I guess so…the result.”

Same thing.

All humans utterly masculine would lead to extinction (underpopulate). All humans utterly feminine would do the same (overpopulate). Nature, in its unfathomable wisdom, divided up our genders for a reason: it is called balance. Right now, there is nothing even remotely close to balance on this planet—hence my life-long struggle to unmask WOMAN and discover what precisely this “feminine” thing really is, what it does, what it’s supposed to be doing in terms of natural order: what its nature is.

Thus, “hating” the feminine is as fruitless and meaningless as “hating” a woman, female, or male, man, woman, child, a Hitler or Queen Elizabeth or Stalin or teenager or Bush or Hillary or feminist or Attila or bimbo or primitive or king or rapist or asshole or slut or nagging hag or liar or corporate whore or nabob or manipulative bitch or criminal or farmer or priest or priestess or god or God or goddess or anything else we have socially invented for our current civilization.


Yes, all of these we want—that’s precisely why they exist, popping in every single generation since “human beings” invented the term human being: they all serve their purpose in our insane human constructs; they exist because we collectively will them into existence and subconsciously go about producing them. Like terrorists, drug lords, whatever, we want these things deep down, else we’d stop the entire process and come up with something better. We don’t because it works; we love to hate. We create evil, socially engineer it, to create goodness and to justify a stucture set up to “fight” it or feed it. Makes us feel less pathetic and insignificant, I expect, but there might be millions of reasons why….

“So, what do you hate?”

Ignorance, hypocrisy, lies—to name a few—and all things designed to perpetuate these. I hate the actions, and results of these actions, that many people do, the things they do. When anger gets out of hand, that’s when we confuse the difference between object and function—hating someone and not what they do.

“So, you don’t hate Hitler or Bush?”

No. Should I? Do I hate a bird for flying? Or if that bird flies through window, steals my last bit of food and takes off again…do I hate what just happened? To blame is to objectify; I can neither blame nor hate that bird, even though in anger and hunger I might curse it. That’s a distortion.

“But before, you said there’s rational and irrational hate…”

Not for objects, for their functions. Hating a thing for what it is…is like hating yourself for taking a piss; it’s what you do—were you to hold it in until your bladder explodes and you die of infection? Or is it just a function of a living being? Is the function natural?

It’s not always easy to make this crucial distinction, and, admittedly, blind rage makes it nearly impossible to do so. Habitual hate and anger makes it even harder.

“But why hate a function at all?”

Exactly. It depends if that function is “as it should be.”

“Come on! You already said you’re not going to be anything someone else says you should be!”

Right, someone else—no human has that wisdom, only Nature does. The rational and sound natural order of this planet isn’t telling me that I should be anything—it had done already so at the time of my birth; how the masculine was supposed to function is completely lost, and how the feminine was supposed to function is as warped as much as the masculine is missing or mutated (as “patriarchy”) in the human organism. Again, viewing male behaviour in civilization and calling it “inherent” is as stupid, misleading, unscientific, and inaccurate as calling dog behaviour “wolf behaviour.” Dogs are domesticated and are not acting out their true nature (it stuns me every time I need to explain this; it’s such a given for me now); men are domesticated and are equally as unnatural. Male behaviour is not “masculine behaviour.” Men are not masculine beings anymore than dogs are still wolves. Captive nature is not true nature. (To quote Megadeth: “Captive honour is no honour.” One’s nature is no different.) Think: males in prison compared with males not in prison—very little difference in context, with regards to dogs and wolves, but extreme difference in observable function of “the male.” Cage a wolf and prod it with a stick relentlessly, brutalize it, “teach it,” train it, and what happens? Twisted, mutated nature; perversion of nature, and of Nature. Prison mentality. Same with men. Domesticated male = “house-bound” male (Norse: “hus-band”) = feminine ‘man’ = a ‘woman’ with a dick = mangina. And so forth.

“Even if you’re right, that by defintion means we’re fucked! Dogs have been bred into this state! We’re doomed to be “women” or feminine forever!”

Why? Leave a dog out in the wild and it gradually (or quickly, depending how hungry it is) reverts to its pure nature, its original form; we call these “feral dogs” or “wild dogs.” The hardest part for that dog is starting to fend for itself, being self-sufficient and independent—the shock of loss…of such a former cozy and lazy, captive existence, suddenly thrust in an alien environment—alien! (The first thing it will do is desperately try to get back to that precious ease of life—its cage—all it has known as “normal.”) It’s alienated from its environment and its nature; Christ, like a fish wearing a hat and strolling through a mall. That’s not “evolution”—it’s biological perversion, since nothing natural arranged it so.

Nature, its environment, and evolution set it all straight again when the feminine stops manipulating and controlling it. Except dogs aren’t fully conscious or self-aware (sentient) beings and so men can guide themselves through their purification process back to a natural state, finding their true nature once more. (The trouble is with men properly identifying what Man is, what “masculine” is—ever wonder why no men really know or can agree on this, and yet all women readily identify most of what’s feminine, what Woman is?—here’s where we flounder and are at risk to the ego.) It’s not like we’re all feminine at birth—every human is wild when it’s born: we domesticate it youth.

This is the feminine in action; taming, controlling, with no masculine to balance it out (or properly resist it). What my spider-sense tells me here is that, and this isn’t even a theory and just a crazy idea I have, at some point, roughly 20 millennia ago, something happened and children of some tribe were either left without parents or, more likely, without fathers…an entire group was raised by mothers (no male initiation) only; and what resulted was their rendition of “education,” and they were sensible and practical and stuck to their strengths: gathering—farming. They couldn’t hunt and so the Veggie Age began. And it made so much sense, it became “wisdom” and fertility cults, religion, Mother Goddess worship and sacrifices and such resulted as it spread out, further and further from the Levantine:

Behold: the spread of farming culture: civilization = feminization—this is the progressive range of the feminine itself.

(No, the Chinese did not invent agriculture independently of the source—it all originated in the same place, spread by trade, by the early Silk Road, long-used in prehistoric times; aside from the Indus Valley, there was no fertile ground (no fertile rivers) along the Silk Road route until we get to the Chinese river basins, lush and great for seeds. Trade, technology and culture spread there and cropped up before 8000 BC.

Think I’m making this up?—snoop around here for the Origins of Farming , where I got that above gif, from Arch Atlas—not a “pro-male” or “masculine” site, either, completely unbiased. There’s also reason to suspect that farming reached the Americas via the sea-farring Polynesians in the Pacific and influenced early Mesoamerican cultures. (My old “pristine, untouched” North America concept is in tatters, I know. Farming may not have been invented independently in Mesoamerica either (Aztec, Inka, et al); thus “whenever humans sit still, we tend to concentrate on gathering, in warmer climates” might be in error—all farming seems to have one single origin.)

There’s even strong evidence that the populations of Easter Island—Polynesians arriving from western Pacific islands—had contact with the Nazca and such on mainland South America, as well as evidence that the pre-Olmec were influenced by African cultures from around 3000 BC; many African skeletons have been found there dated from different ancient periods, and all the Olmec deities were blatantly “negroid” or black in appearance. Only in the North did people remain free—only here was the primal masculine preserved.)

Nothing else seems to make sense…why men would abandon everything they held utterly sacred, vital, and do everything as women wanted, everything that was easiest?…it doesn’t follow, not with all I now know about these ancient people in the pre-Paleolithic and Paleolithic, or what I know about the masculine, how deep and strong and respected male culture was back then…something really fucked up happened and it started a cultural domino effect…

It’s the left brain enslaving the right brain. We engineer it according to the same pattern ancient women began doing to get men out of the forests and onto the farms (see Gilgamesh-Enkidu for a pre-biblical peek into this historical example). The correct term is “pedomorphism.” Or proper evolutionary adaptation through adolescence—it needs a natural environment and no “human” influence. The hope for humanity lies here and only here.

“Sounds like you’ve replaced “God” with “Nature” to me…”

“Nature” is merely a word for the total sum of all life on this planet (one small “franchise” of life, as a biosphere, in the galaxy and indeed the universe; “Nature” is just a microcosm for all life absolutely everywhere in the “totality”) and its many systems, including what we call “evolution,” which is the measuring of change in and function of life forms here on Earth. It’s alive, I think “wise,” not by definition “intelligent”—our words can’t adequately define or describe it. But it’s no deity; thus, no god or God.

“Okay, sorta makes sense, but why do you blame women—like up there, ‘ancient women’ and ‘stop manipulating and controlling…'”

(1) No blame—as I said already, it’s what (2) the feminine (not necessarily “woman”) does—as well as blame! I understand mostly why and how it happened now, so I might be a bit sad at times, even angry, over the current state of affairs, but I know it’s no one’s “fault.” Again, in its proper context (natural order), the feminine is needed in the human equation—but that human equation is no longer a natural 1+2=3…it’s a goddamned 0.005+2007.3/A=Z*20,0001=WTF? Which leads me to a much-needed review of…

The Masculine & The Feminine…

The following is a recent post at GF (not that old GF) that I adapted from thought and from previous writing on the subject—I’ll arrange it better here…even though it’s still all scattered and in no real order (as I intended). I’ll go back and forth for more practical comparison….

(Prefatory comments… These are almost always exact opposites, in extreme, of course, and no human is all one or all the other, and “physical gender” doesn’t necessarily enter into this; there’s nothing inherently “good” or “bad” in any of all this, except the collective human imbalance of one in regards to the other, a fraction of which I have demonstrated and illuminated on this blog. Nature split it so originally for balance—hence half our teeth are for grinding cereals and half for shredding flesh. Hence the Age of Civilization, Age of Empires, Age of Agriculture, has all been simply the Feminist Age. (Thank climatic phenomena that the masculine was sealed off from all that in some key areas—see above gif—so we have some reference now as to what the masculine originally was…) Unlike some who use only modern human behaviour erroneously, or those who select positive human attributes and label them “masculine,” out of ignorance, and call the unpleasant ones “feminine,” or those who select the “good stuff” about humans and call it “feminine” and all negative “masculine,” also out of ignorance, I have been painfully striving to be as accurate and fair in this as I possibly can be, based mostly on what we know of both genders today, both genders 20 thousand years back in Eurasia, and what we know of both in cultures such as Native North Americans, Indigenous Australians, et cetera. If a reader locates bias or inaccuracy, post a comment to let me know and I’ll have a look.)

1i. “The feminine…”

1a. Its symbol has eternally been a hole or circle—a void or abyss. (The symbol for feminine defines its very nature; its female sexual organs and reproductive process do as well.) It’s a taker; it lures, it draws in and sucks inward, being filled and nurturing. It grows the seeds. Its character is to collect (gather), settle, contract, stay still (or be pursued until the time is auspicious to ‘be caught’). It wants to be penetrated, violated, to “take in,” to be gotten inside of…

2i. “The masculine…”

2a. Its symbol has eternally been a protrusion or triangle—a tapered point or arrow. (The symbol for masculine defines its very nature; its male sexual organs and reproductive process do as well.) It’s a giver; it provides, it extends outward and penetrates, filling and nurishing. It deposits the seeds. Its character is to stalk (hunt), explore, expand, wander (and pursue: to keep moving and to ‘catch’). It wants to penetrate, violate, to “insert,” get inside of…

1ii. “The feminine…”

1b. Sedentary. The feminine attack-defense might be manifested as a snare or trap (vaginal); “fly-paper.” It strives for shelter, for protection, to be served. Cowardly. Drive for permanence, continuity; sameness. Subconsciously seeks acceptance—captivity. Extravagant. Loves crowds, hates solitude. Fearful in Nature, like a fish out of water. Impatient.

2ii. “The masculine…”

2b. Nomadic. The masculine attack-defense might be manifested as an arrow or bullet (phallic); “fly-swatter.” It strives to shelter, to protect, to serve. Brave. Drive for changefulness, variation; difference. Subconsciously seeks independence—freedom. Minimalist. Hates crowds, loves solitude. Confident in Nature, totally at home there. Patient.

1iii. “The feminine…”

1c. The Chinese correctly envisioned this as “Yin (dark, passive force).” It is indirect. Hidden. Shallow. Soft. Liberal. Primary tendency in basic human dichotomy is “Yes.” Conformity. Allow. It’s self-centered—it accepts sacrifices, for its own good. Irresponsible—passes blame easily and refuses to “own up to shit.” Its strength is its facade of weakness. Its wisdom is beauty.

2iii. “The masculine…”

2c. The Chinese correctly envisioned this as “Yang (bright, active force).” It is direct. In the open. Deep. Hard. Conservative. Primary tendency in basic human dichotomy is “No.” Resistance. Deny. It’s selfless—it sacrifices itself for others, for a greater good. Responsible—accepts fault easily and strives to find solutions rather than assign fault or blame. Its weakness is its facade of strength. Its beauty is wisdom.

1iv. “The feminine…”

1d. Inside. Follow. Copy, destroy—indirectly, often through the masculine. Collective, unity—“a massive group.” (One large female egg cell.) Cooperative yet argumentative with others. Psychological and empirical. “What’s easiest to do is best.”
MORE. Hoarding behaviour; greedy. Yielding, ‘wins’ in surrender. Fragile. Importance of wants; desires.

2iv. “The masculine…”

2d. Outside. Lead. Create, build—directly, by itself or in teams. Individuality, tribalism—“many small groups.” (Several small male sperm cells.) Competitive yet wants to get along with others. Physical and metaphysical. “What’s most difficult & challenging is best.”
LESS. Travel light; give away. Stubborn, ‘wins’ in tenacity. Resiliant. Importance of needs; necessity.

1v. “The feminine…”

1e. Attraction (like a proton). Prefers to be “at rest.” Dominates through cunning and persuasion. Deceptive (masks and guile) in overall personality. Fosters stability yet conventionality. Hesitates, over-anaylzes.
Submissive. Prone to worry about problems; asking for help is no big deal, accepting help is sensible. Keen on convincing others to adapt to itself and altering situations to better suit itself.

2v. “The masculine…”

2e. Repulsion (like an electron). Prefers to be “in motion.” Dominates through brute force. Truthful (honest and clear) in overall personality. Fosters fragmentation yet originality. Takes action immediately.
Aggressive. Prone to solve problems; asking for help is demeaning, accepting help is insulting. Keen on adapting to others and to situations.

1vi. “The feminine…”

1f. Its strength mentally resides in the left hemisphere of the brain—originally: manipulates intensely (“control freak”); plant-object-‘thing’-oriented (“diamonds are a girl’s best friend”—does not tend to work well in teams, better at delegating and specialization in overall social group).
Rationalizational, logicizational, organizational, “clean and tidy;” very verbal, spoken-language-heavy communication.
Skill and talent, concerned more with details, and literal things, et cetera.
Sequential. Linear. Many shallow emotions.

2vi. “The masculine…”

2f. Its strength mentally resides in the right hemisphere of the brain—originally: relinquishes control; (“leaves things be”); animal-people-‘living being’-oriented (“dog is man’s best friend”—tends to work well in teams, not prone to specialization—better to improvise, overcome obstacles, not be limited in ability).
“Dreamer,” instinctual, conceptual and perceptual (spatially too), disorganized, “dirty and messy;” very non-verbal, body-language-heavy communication.
Intuition and imagination, concerned more with ‘the big-picture,’ universality, and abstract things, et cetera.
Random. 3-D. Some deep feelings.

1vii. “The feminine…”

1g. Practical yet prone to over-complication. Better with letters, numbers, words. Better with the obvious. “Sees things as they appear.” Multi-tasking—“compulsive.” Concerned with names, categories. Follows guidelines, formats, maps; follows regulations. Talks relationships. More focused overall awareness and narrow self-awareness (*** what’s called “semi-consciousness” or else, and I disagree here, “unconsciousness”).

2vii. “The masculine…”

2g.Goofy yet prone to simplicity. Better with images, symbols, patterns. Better with the subtle. “Reads between the lines.” Singular determination—“obsessive.” Concerned with functions, meaning. Trail-blazes, goes by feel, sense; rebels against rules and regulations. Does relationships. Great self-awareness and vast overall awareness (*** what’s often called “full consciousness”).

1viii. “The feminine…”

1h. Its human manifestation, originally within females, in terms of culture, has been gathering; essentially, it’s a herbivore. In terms of belief systems: religious, material—worship of objects and things; wealth and ‘power.’ Corporeal; flesh.
Static laws. Morality.
(Hence “Mother Earth.” Hence a goddess, a humanization and feminization of something else, not the thing itself; idol. Matter.)

2viii. “The masculine…”

2h. Its human manifestation, originally within males, in terms of culture, has been hunting; essentially, it’s a carnivore. In terms of belief systems: animistic, spiritual—deep respect for essence, the intangible, and the fluidity of life (or “Life Force”). Ethereal; “ghost in the machine.”
Organic philosophies. Ethics.
(Hence “Father Sky.” Hence a shaman, a medium between the material and the spiritual realms; soul. Energy.)

(*** —I’m still undecided on the point of consciousness—-dual consciousness theory puts all this in new light and a different perspective: each hemisphere has its own consciousness or levels of consciousness (LOC); also, there’s scarsely been any female example of staggering consciousness (myths of Hypatia notwithstanding) to determine whether or not the feminine itself is barely conscious, or if it’s merely a matter of “consciousness atrophy” in the great bulk of females, meaning that under the right circumstances every woman, if she’d “use her brain, all of it,” has the potential for “higher” LOC as some men have. I’m uncertain and need to study this further sometime.)

I was tempted to leave out consciousness altogether—I’m unconvinced there is significant “opposites” here, as much: differences; it seems that the right brain is more “big picture” prone concerning perceptive awareness and overall LOC; the left brain is like a magnifying glass with it.

No; scratch that. A better example: one’s a candle up close and the other is the sun—the left brain can see details in cracks and creases with its candle of consciousness, while the right cannot but can see the entire world; the left cannot see the whole deal at all, but its ‘light’ seems brighter because it’s right in your face. Illusion; the right is nearly limitless in scope. (The sun is one-million candlelight per square inch; a candle is easily blown out—logic-dependent, and when that breaks down, it’s blind. The sun is always there, even though sometimes we can’t see it.)

Anyway, enough for now.

Have a day, folks.

Good evening, morning, afternoon, sir/ma’am/it, wrapping up the third part of my horrific assault on the Mesopotamian (Sumerian-Akkadian-Babylonian) Epic of Gilgamesh, though in a different way. Years ago, upon reading Asimov’s Guide to the Bible: The Old & New Testaments (both volumes), it dawned on me that not only were old myths based on some actual events (event to account to legend to myth to religion—as it usually goes, losing much along the way, meaning and context, through translation, interpretations, revisions, et cetera) but also were largely composed of other myths-stories, altered over time, changed as the rulers changed, as the reigns of that civilization changed hands. The tale (a non-static, everchanging story more than an “Epic”) of Gilgamesh, especially, is a classic example of this, and the oldest example—and it was probably a combination of previous stories told back to the original writers of literature inbetween the Tigris and Euphrates rivers some 8 thousand years ago—because it forms the foundation of the Bible, on which most religion has been based for the last two thousand years.

The anchor of these stories (aside from the Creation stuff, the Garden of Eden, Serpent and the Tree of Knowledge, as well as Jesus being dead for three days—ala the moon god—before the Resurrection) is the Flood, or Deluge. I’ll pick up vaguely where I left off last time for a bit of reference or perspective, even though this Flood stuff in Sumerian-Babylonian is only slightly connected to the other parts I’ve done (and got side-tracked with the 12th tablet). Doesn’t really matter. Do you care? Do I care? Yeah, so let’s go…

This site has all the info I’ve read about years ago, so I’ll be quoting it as I go…

I was terrified by his appearance(!),
I began to fear death, and so roam the wilderness.
The issue of my friend oppresses me,
so I have been roaming long trails through the wilderness.
The issue of Enkidu, my friend, oppresses me,
so I have been roaming long roads through the wilderness.
How can I stay silent, how can I be still!
My friend whom I love has turned to clay.
Am I not like him? Will I lie down, never to get up again?”‘
Gilgamesh spoke to the tavern-keeper, saying:
“So now, tavern-keeper, what is the way to Utanapishtim!
What are its markers Give them to me! Give me the markers!

Why doesn’t he ask Shamash? And who is Utnapishtim? Well, he was “the wise king of the Sumerian city state of Shuruppak who, along with his unnamed wife, survived a great flood sent by Enlil to drown every living thing on Earth.” (The Sumerians were downright obsessed with floods…as farming-freaks, I guess it’s understandable; everything was dependent upon farming and city-life. There is evidence of a massive flood in this region, Mesopotamia—not world-wide, so don’t get me started on that rubbish—so this story is based somewhat on something that did in fact occur. “The Babylonian version may have been a distorted record of an ancient flood which occurred when the Mediterranean Sea partially emptied into the Black Sea, circa 5600 BCE.”)

If possible, I will cross the sea;
if not, I will roam through the wilderness.”
The tavern-keeper spoke to Gilgamesh, saying:
“There has never been, Gilgamesh, any passage whatever,
there has never been anyone since days of yore who crossed
the sea.
The (only) one who crosses the sea is valiant Shamash, except
for him who can cross!
The crossing is difficult, its ways are treacherous–
and in between are the Waters of Death that bar its approaches!
And even if, Gilgamesh, you should cross the sea,
when you reach the Waters of Death what would you do!
Gilgamesh, over there is Urshanabi, the ferryman of Utanapishtim.
‘The stone things’ L are with him, he is in the woods picking
mint( !).
Go on, let him see your face.
If possible, cross with him;
if not, you should turn back.”
When Gilgamesh heard this
he raised the axe in his hand,
drew the dagger from his belt,
and slipped stealthily away after them.
Like an arrow he fell among them (“the stone things”).
From the middle of the woods their noise could be heard.
Urshanabi, the sharp-eyed, saw…
When he heard the axe, he ran toward it.
He struck his head … Gilgamesh.’
He clapped his hands and … his chest,
while “the stone things” … the boat
… Waters of Death
… broad sea
in the Waters of Death …
… to the river
… the boat
… on the shore.
Gilgamesh spoke to Urshanabi (?), the ferryman,
… you.”
Urshanabi spoke to Gilgamesh, saying:’
“Why are your cheeks emaciated, your expression desolate!
Why is your heart so wretched, your features so haggard?
Why is there such sadness deep within you!
Why do you look like one who has been traveling a long
so that ice and heat have seared your face!
Why … you roam the wilderness!”
Gilgamesh spoke to Urshanabi, saying:

Lemme guess: he’s going to repeat it all yet-fucking-again…?

“Urshanabi, should not my cheeks be emaciated, my expression
Should my heart not be wretched, my features not haggard
Should there not be sadness deep within me?
Should I not look like one who has been traveling a long
and should ice and heat not have seared my face!
… should I not roam the wilderness?

Heh. Knew it—how very “biblical” this story is (redundant sentences)…

[Skipping the next bit of repetition…]

How can I stay silent, how can I be still!
My friend whom I love has turned to clay;
Enkidu, my friend whom I love, has turned to clay!
Am I not like him! Will I lie down, never to get up again!”
Gilgamesh spoke to Urshanabi, saying:
“Now, Urshanabi! What is the way to Utanapishtim?
What are its markers! Give them to me! Give me the markers!
If possible, I will cross the sea;
if not, I will roam through the wilderness!”
Urshanabi spoke to Gilgamesh, saying:
“It is your hands, Gilgamesh, that prevent the crossing!
You have smashed the stone things,’ you have pulled out their
retaining ropes (?).
‘The stone things’ have been smashed, their retaining ropes (!)
pulled out!
Gilgamesh, take the axe in your hand, go down into the woods,
and cut down 300 punting poles each 60 cubits in length.
Strip them, attach caps(?), and bring them to the boat!”
When Gilgamesh heard this
he took up the axe in his hand, drew the dagger from his belt,
and went down into the woods,
and cut 300 punting poles each 60 cubits in length.
He stripped them and attached caps(!), and brought them to
the boat.
Gilgamesh and Urshanabi bearded the boat,
Gilgamesh launched the magillu-boat’ and they sailed away.
By the third day they had traveled a stretch of a month and a
half, and
Urshanabi arrived at the Waters of Death.
Urshanabi said to Gilgamesh:
“Hold back, Gilgamesh, take a punting pole,
but your hand must not pass over the Waters of Death … !
Take a second, Gilgamesh, a third, and a fourth pole,
take a fifth, Gilgamesh, a sixth, and a seventh pole,
take an eighth, Gilgamesh, a ninth, and a tenth pole,
take an eleventh, Gilgamesh, and a twelfth pole!”
In twice 60 rods Gilgamesh had used up the punting poles.
Then he loosened his waist-cloth(?) for…
Gilgamesh stripped off his garment
and held it up on the mast(!) with his arms.
Utanapishtim was gazing off into the distance,
puzzling to himself he said, wondering to himself:
“Why are ‘the stone things’ of the boat smashed to pieces!
And why is someone not its master sailing on it?
The one who is coming is not a man of mine, …
I keep looking but not…
I keep looking but not …
I keep looking…”
[lines are missing here.]

Gilgy, in his grief (for lover-slave-boy, Enkidu) and out of fear of dying, finds his way somewhere and starts cutting down more trees to make a big ship—this is all added in order the set the stage for the Deluge and what came after, giving a “reason” for the Flood. More on that later…

All this gets repeated, and it’s silly, so let’s get to the good stuff…

Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim, saying:
“That is why (?) I must go on, to see Utanapishtim whom they
call ‘The Faraway.'”
I went circling through all the mountains,
I traversed treacherous mountains, and crossed all the seas–
that is why (!) sweet sleep has not mellowed my face,
through sleepless striving I am strained,
my muscles are filled with pain.
I had not yet reached the tavern-keeper’s area before my
clothing gave out.
I killed bear, hyena, lion, panther, tiger, stag, red-stag, and
beasts of the wilderness;
I ate their meat and wrapped their skins around me.’
The gate of grief must be bolted shut, sealed with pitch and
bitumen !
As for me, dancing…
For me unfortunate(!) it(?) will root out…”

Weird. Gilgy kind of went a little wild here. Living a bit like his old buddy, Enkidu, used to live…until…

Utanapishtim spoke to Gilgamesh, saying:
“Why, Gilgamesh, do you … sadness?
You who were created (!) from the flesh of gods and mankind
who made … like your father and mother?
Have you ever… Gilgamesh … to the fool …
They placed a chair in the Assembly, …
But to the fool they gave beer dregs instead of butter,
bran and cheap flour which like …
Clothed with a loincloth (!) like …
And … in place of a sash,
because he does not have …
does not have words of counsel …
Take care about it, Gilgamesh,
… their master…
… Sin…
… eclipse of the moon …
The gods are sleepless …
They are troubled, restless(!) …
Long ago it has been established…
You trouble yourself…
… your help …
If Gilgamesh … the temple of the gods
… the temple of the holy gods,
… the gods …
… mankind,
they took … for his fate.
You have toiled without cease, and what have you got!
Through toil you wear yourself out,
you fill your body with grief,
your long lifetime you are bringing near (to a premature end)!
Mankind, whose offshoot is snapped off like a reed in a
the fine youth and lovely girl
… death.
No one can see death,
no one can see the face of death,
no one can hear the voice of death,
yet there is savage death that snaps off mankind.
For how long do we build a household?
For how long do we seal a document!
For how long do brothers share the inheritance?
For how long is there to be jealousy in the land(!)!
For how long has the river risen and brought the overflowing
so that dragonflies drift down the river!’
The face that could gaze upon the face of the Sun
has never existed ever.
How alike are the sleeping(!) and the dead.
The image of Death cannot be depicted.
(Yes, you are a) human being, a man (?)!
After Enlil had pronounced the blessing,'”
the Anunnaki, the Great Gods, assembled.
Mammetum, she who forms destiny, determined destiny with them.
They established Death and Life,
but they did not make known ‘the days of death'”.

Tablet XI

The Story of the Flood…

Okay, Mammetum is the “goddess of destiny.” As I mentioned in the last entry, this is about mortality (human awareness of death, dying; one’s own life and other’s). Apparently, it was Mammetum—time? (The word “time” comes from “tide,” but, still, it’s conceivable that this was the objectification-deification of time. I thought it might be connected to the Latin word for “momentum,” but apparently not.)

Gilgamesh spoke to Utanapishtim, the Faraway:
“I have been looking at you,
but your appearance is not strange–you are like me!
You yourself are not different–you are like me!
My mind was resolved to fight with you,
(but instead?) my arm lies useless over you.
Tell me, how is it that you stand in the Assembly of the Gods,
and have found life!”

Immortality, he wants, the “secret of the gods.” (Permanence, the vain pursuit of the feminine…) We’re getting to the “reason” for the Flood…

Utanapishtim spoke to Gilgamesh, saying:
“I will reveal to you, Gilgamesh, a thing that is hidden,
a secret of the gods I will tell you!
Shuruppak, a city that you surely know,
situated on the banks of the Euphrates,
that city was very old, and there were gods inside it.
The hearts of the Great Gods moved them to inflict the Flood.

Compare with these…

“the decision that mankind is to be destroyed” Ziusudra iv,157-158
“The gods commanded total destruction” Atrahasis II,viii,34
“The great gods decided to make a deluge” Gilgamesh XI,14
“God…decided to make an end of all flesh” Genesis 6:13

“The powers that be” decided to flood the whole damn place, in other words. More rationalization in other stories:

“Enki…over the capitals the storm will sweep” Ziusudra iv,156
“He [Enki] told him of the coming of the flood” Atrahasis III,i,37
“God said to Noah…I will bring a flood” Genesis 6:13,17
“Kronos…said…mankind would be destroyed by a flood” Berossus

No parallel to the Gilgamesh account. All those texts were added later, probably to make this appropriate for the culture and have it easier to swallow…


Noah was a name they threw in somewhere; he was not involved in this Deluge. The other guy wasn’t either—this goes way back…

Who was Berossus? “Berossus, a Hellenistic Babylonian writer, published the Babyloniaca (hereafter, History of Babylonia) some time around 290-278 BCE for the Macedonian/Seleucid king, Antiochus I. Certain astrological fragments recorded in Pliny the Elder, Censorinus, Flavius Josephus, and Marcus Vitruvius Pollio are also attributed to him, but are of unknown provenance, or indeed where they might fit into his History.”

Back to it…

Their Father Anu uttered the oath (of secrecy),
Valiant Enlil was their Adviser,
Ninurta was their Chamberlain,
Ennugi was their Minister of Canals.
Ea, the Clever Prince(?), was under oath with them
so he repeated their talk to the reed house:

Before we get to that, some background…

The Chaldean Flood Tablets from the city of Ur in what is now Southern Iraq, describe how the Bablylonian God Ea had decided to eliminate humans and other land animals with a great flood which was to become “the end of all flesh”. He selected Ut-Napishtim, to build an ark to save a few humans, and samples of other animals.

It could be that they built a large vessel and brought some of their livestock onboard, but no one really knows for sure—it might be added to the “good people survive God’s wrath” theme in all of these stories; a moral precept. Trying to find a reason/meaning for natural disasters (hence: “act of God”).

The Babylonian text “The Epic of Galgamesh” 1,8 and the Hebrew story are essentially identical with about 20 major points in common. Their texts are obviously linked in some way. Either:
— Genesis was copied from an earlier Babylonian story, or
— The Galgamesh myth was copied from an earlier Hebrew story, or
— Both were copied from a common source that predates them both.

Yep. Okay. The parallels…

“Side-wall… pay attention” Ziusudra iv,155
“Wall, listen to me.” Atrahasis III,i,20
“Wall, pay attention” Gilgamesh XI,22

What’s Atrahasis? “The 18th century BC Akkadian Atra-Hasis epic, named after its human hero, contains both a creation and a flood account, and is one of three surviving Babylonian flood stories. The oldest known copy of the epic of Atrahasis can be dated by colophon (scribal identification) to the reign of Hammurabi’s great-grandson, Ammi-Saduqa (1646–1626 BC), but various Old Babylonian fragments exist; it continued to be copied into the first millennium. The Atrahasis story also exists in a later fragmentary Assyrian version, one in the library of Ashurbanipal, but because of fragmentary condition of the tablets and ambiguious words, translations are uncertain.”

What’s Ziusudra? “Sumerian Ziusudra (“life of long days”, Hellenized Xisuthros), Akkadian Atrahasis (“extremely wise”) and Utnapishtim (“he found life”) are heroes of Ancient Near Eastern flood myths.”

Of course: “life” = “civilized life.” Literally, Gilgamesh found “life”—“immortality”—not his own individual life but that of civilization itself. The immortality of the feminine; as we’ve seen, “human” and “god/goddess” and “female” were basically the same thing as Enkidu went from savage to these—civilized. To not be nomadic was to be civilized, human, female, and domesticated; a divine slave—‘immortal’ through perMANence of civilization, continuing the feminine construct.

And now back to the program:

‘Reed house, reed house! Wall, wall!
O man of Shuruppak, son of Ubartutu:
Tear down the house and build a boat!
Abandon wealth and seek living beings!
Spurn possessions and keep alive living beings!
Make all living beings go up into the boat.
The boat which you are to build,
its dimensions must measure equal to each other:
its length must correspond to its width.
Roof it over like the Apsu.

[The “Reed house, reed house! Wall, wall!”—that’s the “”Wall, pay attention” Gilgamesh XI,22.”]

But get this—“tear down the house and build a boat, abandon wealth and seek living beings!” It’s obvious that Sumer was becoming decadent (as all goddess-worshipping societies inevitably become; catering to feminine values, materialism, it’s unavoidable), so this might have been the “reason” it was “destroyed” by Ea (which means water) in this flood. It’s certainly a repeating theme in mythology (and a lesson we’ve never learned).

Abandon wealth. Quite a spiritual endeavour—down right masculist? Not at all, it was all to keep civilization afloat, as it were, and to re-establish it after the waters subsided (a huge mistake). Wealth wasn’t to be taken, I gather, because it was too heavy or there was no room for non-essentials in such a crisis…”Spurn possessions and keep alive living beings!” Or: “leave the crap and get the people onboard!” Same damn thing. Nothing to do with spirituality or masculinity or masculism.

[I’ve yet to look into this, but I suspect that this bit is where modern “spirituality” came into being—I get a sense that Eastern trains of thought (“Spurn possessions!”) adapted this into their philosophies that would eventually become religions themselves; this (farming; fertility-cult) culture (CULT-ure) spread quite far, changing weirdly along the way as it often does over time and circumstance.

Dilmun (where Sumerians came from), current-day Bahrain, was in contact with the Indus Valley civilization (India-Pakistan), and Hinduism is the oldest standing religion; Indus (and later the Persian empire) had trade contact via an early Silk Road to China (which had trade contact to Southeast Asia and the Jomon-et-cetera cultures in Japan. Eurasia and northern Africa were interconnected by vast trading routes and so it’s entirely plausible that here is where the modern notion of “spirituality” originated and was adapted; if we can presume that these peoples experienced the same social decay and male sacrifices, then it’s no wonder the men came up with an alternative belief system, but….

It’s just a feeling, so don’t quote me on this…]


“Destroy your house, spurn property, save life” Atrahasis III,i,22
“Tear down house, abandon property, save life” Gilgamesh XI,24-26


“…the huge boat” Ziusudra v,207
“Build a ship” Atrahasis III,i,22
“Build a ship” Gilgamesh XI,24
“Make yourself an ark” Genesis 6:14
“build a boat” Berossus


“who protected the seed of mankind” Ziusudra vi,259
“Bring into the ship the seed of life of everything” Gilgamesh XI,27
“to keep their seed alive” Genesis 7:3 (KJV)


“Like the apsu you shall roof it” Atrahasis III,i,29
“Like the apsu you shall roof it” Gilgamesh XI,31
“Make a roof for the ark” Genesis 6:16

Back to the tale:

I understood and spoke to my lord, Ea:
‘My lord, thus is the command which you have uttered
I will heed and will do it.
But what shall I answer the city, the populace, and the


“coming of the flood on the seventh night” Atrahasis,III,i,37
“after seven days the waters of the flood came” Genesis 7:10


“…and addressed the elders” Atrahasis III,i,41
“I answer the city assembly and the elders” Gilgamesh XI,35

Back to it…

Ea spoke, commanding me, his servant:
‘You, well then, this is what you must say to them:
“It appears that Enlil is rejecting me
so I cannot reside in your city (?),
nor set foot on Enlil’s earth.
I will go down to the Apsu to live with my lord, Ea,
and upon you he will rain down abundance,
a profusion of fowl, myriad(!) fishes.
He will bring to you a harvest of wealth,
in the morning he will let loaves of bread shower down,
and in the evening a rain of wheat!”‘

Basically, water (Ea) is coming (or is already here; beginning to flood), and she’s saying that all will be well (all the wealth and crap will return after the flood—keeping civilization alive; immortality). Can’t live in the city when it’s under water (“It appears that Enlil is rejecting me, so I cannot reside in your city (?)”) and can’t step on dry land (Enlil’s earth) if it’s covered with water. She’s making up a fairy tale to keep everyone’s hope alive, too. Pretty straightforward…

Water god is telling what to say; parallels…

“This is what you shall say to them…” Gilgamesh XI,38
“If asked where he was sailing he was to reply…” Berossus

“I cannot live in [your city]” Atrahasis III,i,47
“I cannot live in your city” Gilgamesh XI,40

“An abundance of birds, a profusion of fishes” Atrahasis III,i,35
“[an abundance of] birds, the rarest fish” Gilgamesh XI,44

“I lived in the temple of Ea, my lord” Atrahasis RS 22.421,7
“go down to dwell with my lord Ea” Gilgamesh XI,42
“he had gone to dwell with the gods” Berossus.

And now we return to the story…

Just as dawn began to glow
the land assembled around me-
the carpenter carried his hatchet,
the reed worker carried his (flattening) stone,
… the men …
The child carried the pitch,
the weak brought whatever else was needed.
On the fifth day I laid out her exterior.
It was a field in area,
its walls were each 10 times 12 cubits in height,
the sides of its top were of equal length, 10 times 12 cubits each.
I laid out its (interior) structure and drew a picture of it (?).
I provided it with six decks,
thus dividing it into seven (levels).
The inside of it I divided into nine (compartments).
I drove plugs (to keep out) water in its middle part.
I saw to the punting poles and laid in what was necessary.
Three times 3,600 (units) of raw bitumen I poured into the
bitumen kiln,
three times 3,600 (units of) pitch …into it,
there were three times 3,600 porters of casks who carried (vegetable) oil,
apart from the 3,600 (units of) oil which they consumed (!)
and two times 3,600 (units of) oil which the boatman stored

Sounds like quite the undertaking—the whole community or city was building this thing.

Possible Ark

And lots of sap and oil used…

“pitch I poured into the inside” Gilgamesh XI,66
“cover it inside and out with pitch” Genesis 6:14
“some people scrape pitch off the boat” Berossus


I butchered oxen for the meat(!),
and day upon day I slaughtered sheep.
I gave the workmen(?) ale, beer, oil, and wine, as if it were
river water,
so they could make a party like the New Year’s Festival.
… and I set my hand to the oiling(!).
The boat was finished by sunset.
The launching was very difficult.
They had to keep carrying a runway of poles front to back,
until two-thirds of it had gone into the water(?).
Whatever I had I loaded on it:
whatever silver I had 1 loaded on it,
whatever gold I had I loaded on it.
All the living beings that I had I loaded on it,
I had all my kith and kin go up into the boat,
all the beasts and animals of the field and the craftsmen I
had go up.

Ah, here’s the “wisdom” of not loading wealth (gold, silver) into the boat-ship-ark: IT WILL SINK. See how enlightened they were?

Well, it seemed they got it onboard anyway—so much for the “spurn possessions and keep alive living beings” hogwash. The rich stayed rich in spite of disaster. As for “all life” being kept alive? Heh, not so—once more: just as “life” meant “civilized life,” “all animals” or “all animal life” = “all the beasts and animals of the field.” Pigs, sheep, oxen, goats, cattle, dogs, et cetera—the domesticated ones. Farm animals. Like today, nothing has value unless it serves civilization; nothing else is even considered living. Homocentricity and civiliocentricity.


“your family, your relatives” Atrahasis DT,42(w),8
“he sent his family on board” Atrahasis III,ii,42
“into the ship all my family and relatives” Gilgamesh XI,84
“Go into the ark, you and all your household” Genesis 7:1
“he sent his wife and children and friends on board” Berossus

Here’s where “all life” gets implied:

“animals which emerge from the earth” Ziusudra vi,253
“all the wild creatures of the steppe” Atrahasis DT,42(w),9
“The cattle of the field, the beast of the plain” Gilgamesh XI,85
“clean animals and of animals that are not clean” Genesis 7:8
“and put both birds and animals on board” Berossus

Clean animals = cattle and farm types; unclean = “beasts of the plain?” The “wild”—not domesticated—“creatures of the steppe”—prairie? Maybe they rounded up a bunch for domestication, or food. Anything around the hub of the farm community was considered clean (tame; good eatin’); wild = unclean obviously. I can’t see a city’s population wasting time gathering deer herds and wolves and bears or lions or whatever the hell they had, but who knows? If the “gods and goddesses” told them to eat their own vomit, they’d do it, with a big stupid grin and ask if they did it correctly.

It could also be that they did indeed think the world was about to end and thus grabbed up as many animals, insofaras they considered them useful, as they could for the boat ride. Back:

Shamash had set a stated time:
‘In the morning I will let loaves of bread shower down,
and in the evening a rain of wheat!
Go inside the boat, seal the entry!’
That stated time had arrived.
In the morning he let loaves of bread shower down,
and in the evening a rain of wheat.
I watched the appearance of the weather–
the weather was frightful to behold!
I went into the boat and sealed the entry.
For the caulking of the boat, to Puzuramurri, the boatman,
I gave the palace together with its contents.
Just as dawn began to glow
there arose from the horizon a black cloud.
Adad rumbled inside of it,
before him went Shullat and Hanish,
heralds going over mountain and land.
Erragal pulled out the mooring poles,
forth went Ninurta and made the dikes overflow.

1. Weather was cruddy—suggesting an actual storm during this…instead of raining cats and dogs it was raining “loaves of bread” and “wheat?” Huh? Or does this mean something else? Shamash is the sun god, so…I dunno. 2. Who’s Adad? “Adad in Akkadian and Ishkur in Sumerian are the names of the storm-god in the Babylonian-Assyrian pantheon.” 3. Shullat was a minor Sumerian weather god, a servant of Shamash who worked as a herald with Hanish to warn of approaching storms and bad weather. 4. Erragal was god of the underworld, husband of Ereshkigal.


“Enter the boat and close the boat’s door” Atrahasis DT,42(w),6
“Pitch was brought for him to close his door” Atrahasis III,ii,51
“I entered the ship and closed the door” Gilgamesh XI,93
“And they that entered…and the Lord shut him in” Genesis 7:16

And now we return…

The Anunnaki lifted up the torches,
setting the land ablaze with their flare.
Stunned shock over Adad’s deeds overtook the heavens,
and turned to blackness all that had been light.
The… land shattered like a… pot.
All day long the South Wind blew …,
blowing fast, submerging the mountain in water,
overwhelming the people like an attack.
No one could see his fellow,
they could not recognize each other in the torrent.
The gods were frightened by the Flood,
and retreated, ascending to the heaven of Anu.
The gods were cowering like dogs, crouching by the outer wall.

Very, very interesting:

1. THE GODS WERE AFRAID. (These weren’t “gods” or “goddesses”—they were mayors, governors = people who ruled the city (cities). How anyone could see these as “divine beings” is freakin’ hilarious. Man, people were dumb—so much for being “sapient” in their cozy farming settlements. There’s nothing wise about them if they bought this crap…moreso considering how long they bought it (and how many still do!).
3. THEY WERE COWERING LIKE DOGS. Not to mention “crouching” like dogs. Wow…big scary powerful deities they were, huh? Couldn’t even manage a storm. Definitely worthy of worship…

Speaking of spoilt, cowardly brats…

Ishtar shrieked like a woman in childbirth,
the sweet-voiced Mistress of the Gods wailed:
‘The olden days have alas turned to clay,
because I said evil things in the Assembly of the Gods!
How could I say evil things in the Assembly of the Gods,
ordering a catastrophe to destroy my people!!
No sooner have I given birth to my dear people
than they fill the sea like so many fish!’
The gods–those of the Anunnaki–were weeping with her,
the gods humbly sat weeping, sobbing with grief(?),
their lips burning, parched with thirst.

She didn’t see anything wrong with throwing 300 men into a pit because Gilgamesh, with the big crown she wanted, (a) wouldn’t marry her (who turned out later to be his—ew—sister), and (b) said truthfully despicable things about her. Selective ethics, these “goddesses” have. Oh well.

But there’s no real mention of what “evil things” she’d said—this is the first time she’s even written about in this chapter/tablet. Hmm? Oh well, she felt guilty about something…

Six days and seven nights
came the wind and flood, the storm flattening the land.
When the seventh day arrived, the storm was pounding,
the flood was a war–struggling with itself like a woman
writhing (in labor).
The sea calmed, fell still, the whirlwind (and) flood stopped up.
I looked around all day long–quiet had set in
and all the human beings had turned to clay!
The terrain was as flat as a roof.
I opened a vent and fresh air (daylight!) fell upon the side of
my nose.
I fell to my knees and sat weeping,
tears streaming down the side of my nose.
I looked around for coastlines in the expanse of the sea,
and at twelve leagues there emerged a region (of land).
On Mt. Nimush the boat lodged firm,
Mt. Nimush held the boat, allowing no sway.


“the storm had swept…for seven days and seven nights” Ziusudra 203
“For seven days and seven nights came the storm” Atrahasis III,iv,24
“Six days and seven nights the wind and storm flood” Gilgamesh XI,127
“rain fell upon the earth forty days and forty nights” Genesis 7:12

Also, seven is mentioned in Genesis 7:4: “For yet seven days, and I will cause it to rain upon the earth forty days and forty nights; and every living substance that I have made will I destroy from off the face of the earth.” And again: “And it came to pass after seven days, that the waters of the flood were upon the earth.” 7:10. (I guess this number, being a week (?), was chosen for the length of time it took God to make everything in “the beginning.”)


“consigned the peoples to destruction” Atrahasis III,iii,54
“All mankind was turned to clay” Gilgamesh XI,133
“And all flesh died…and every man” Genesis 7:21

I reckon “clay” to be soil, earth, dirt, whatever—muck. The results of rotting corpses.

“Ziusudra made an opening in the large boat” Ziusudra vi,207
“I opened the window” Gilgamesh XI,135
“Noah opened the window of the ark” Genesis 8:6
“he pried open a portion of the boat” Berossus


“On Mount Nisir the boat grounded” Gilgamesh XI,140
“the ark came to rest upon the mountains” Genesis 8:4
“the boat had grounded upon a mountain” Berossus
“After Khsisuthros… landed … a long mountain” Moses of Khoren.

I can’t recall if anyone found the mountain upon which there was apparent evidence for the boat-ark-ship; I recollect something to this effect many years back. Oh well. Matters not.

[Edit: Yes, it was Mount Ararat, the highest peak of Turkey. Near a village or something called Nasar (“On Mount Nisir the boat grounded?”). I guess there’s still controversy, as usual, but it makes sense: had the deluge stretched into Mesopotamia, as there is evidence for this, by the Mediterranean Sea spilling into the Black Sea, it stands to reason that as the waters subsided, the vessel would ‘drift’ northwest or northerly, no? (In fact, Ararat is almost directly north of it.) Also, if these people in this mighty craft—which had oars—were in a flat region surrounded by water…would it not make sense for them to try to steer it towards “ground,” that being the mountains (in Turkey), to the north? Check it out—a crappily made map of mine:

Ark Possible Landing

Topographically, Iran is also mountainous and would be above the flood-waters. Had this area been completely engulfed, it would also be at the whim of currents, as well as the general direction of the water’s recession. So, no matter how hard they rowed, could they have headed anywhere but towards Turkey (the direction of the big black arrow there)? Yet since the rivers flowed (and still flow) towards the Persian Gulf, then the receding waters would have carried them (back) south…

Could a meteor smashing into one of these bodies (Persian Gulf, Black or Mediterranean Sea, or even the Caspian Sea) of water explain such a flood? Could a mere storm cause such a flood? Perhaps between 7,000-4,000 years back, as we can see from my crappily made map, here—


—the (very) first city, Eridu (the green dot in the map), was probably the place in which the actual king (for which Gilgamesh is named in the Epic) and farmers experienced this flood, which explains why little remains of the city (aside from a “mound” in the time of Uruk) as well as much other evidence of Eridu, its inhabitants or culture.

Perhaps the city itself was converted into the “ark” (“For the caulking of the boat, to Puzuramurri, the boatman, I gave the palace together with its contents”), but there’s not a lot of evidence of that. If a comet or meteor (which might explain the “meteorite” fixation in relation to Anu, which I cited earlier in this series) caused the flood, they would have needed afore-warning of the event in order to have the time to make the damned thing—if it was caused by an earthquake (causing a wave that flooded one of those bodies of water) or volcano (doing similarly to one of them, perhaps including melted glaciers at some summit), same thing: not a lot of time.

However, if it were a meteor (which seems most likely), and it hit in one of the four bodies of water surrounding Mesopotamia, it’s possible that they learned of the approaching waters by other settlements…and such an impact would explain how frightened the gods were, from the atmospheric chaos and storms that would result…still, doesn’t seem like enough time to constuct such a massive vessel, does it?

Even with thousands of city-dwellers chipping in, it seems to me that it would have taken a few months at least to build such a thing.

Alternatively, if a meteor hit one of those bodies of water (or near one and caused a rounding of the edge of one, which is also possible), which caused the spilling over into another, they might have had just enough warning and enough time to build it before the waters reached them. If the Persian Gulf was the source of the flooding (The Koran, apparently, says that “Noah’s deluge was a vast wave that united with other waters from more southern latitudes” and the Talmud records something similar), this explains a lot: Eridu is situated far enough away from it for them to have had time, if the waters didn’t rise too rapidly, and the continual rising waters would have pushed the ark-ship-boat in a northerly direction. At any rate, due to the flooding and the resulting grim and silt and crap washing out of the mountains, this would have made the Fertile Cresent extremely fertile indeed.

Of course, the controversy goes on, since Ararat is a region and not just a mountain (“upon the mountains of Ararat”—says Genesis). The religious zealots on one side and the scientific zealots on the other, as usual, are in their typical “Uh uh!”—“Nuh-uh!” battle over this —especially. Some are saying it is, some say it isn’t, and others are still looking—a mountain to the south of Ararat, Cilo Dagi, nicknamed Mount Cilo, is for some reason an area of interest. Nobody really agrees—nobody can agree that the sky’s blue. Plus, there’s a slough of crackpots who are making this task difficult—so far, there’s about five “locations” for where the ark is supposedly resting—and political instability in the region has made further attempted investigations impossible for a while now. (Other hazards to getting to this region include: “poisonous snakes, bitter cold, avalanches, bandits, PKK terrorists and militant Iranian recon parties,” as well as “an even greater foe—the Byzantine Maze of bureaucratic red tape associated with gaining permission to climb Mount Ararat.” All “locations” reside in this region of Ararat, generally in and around the borders of Iran-Armenia-Turkey.)

Another whacky theory of mine is that there were more than one of these great ships, arks, built; think about it. There wasn’t just one city—according to Sumerians, 5 cities were destroyed by the flood—so isn’t it likely they built five ships? Maybe only two or three survived, maybe all did and (as typical with data from this era) it was all compacted into “oneness”—by that I mean, many tribes later were grouped as one tribe, then became one person still later (usually the leader of that tribe), so it could be that either there was only one account of this, or perhaps five that were blended as one. Just an idea.

Unsure. I guess it took about a year for the Black Sea (400 feet below sea level at that time) to fill up, so they did have enough time to build one (or two—or five) ark(s).

What’s crystal clear is that (1) a massive flood occurred in this area, most likely from a meteor impact or (update: more likely) the flooding of the Black Sea due to glacial-run-off (built up over a long time, rising sea levels, from the melting of ice caps on several continents from the last Ice Age) that sent the Mediterranean Sea spilling over into it, and the Black Sea in turn spilled over into the (already swollen) Caspian Sea, which in turn split through mountain valleys eventually inundating Mesopotamia, and (2) a huge ship was built which (3) perpetuated civilization—all the details (the who, how, where, and why), to me, are irrelevant; these three facts are the only real point here. The results of this flood reverberated through countless cultures for the next few thousand years, and are still felt today.

Anyway, interesting.]

Let’s get back to the action…

One day and a second Mt. Nimush held the boat, allowing
no sway.
A third day, a fourth, Mt. Nimush held the boat, allowing
no sway.
A fifth day, a sixth, Mt. Nimush held the boat, allowing
no sway.
When a seventh day arrived
I sent forth a dove and released it.
The dove went off, but came back to me;
no perch was visible so it circled back to me.
I sent forth a swallow and released it.
The swallow went off, but came back to me;
no perch was visible so it circled back to me.
I sent forth a raven and released it.
The raven went off, and saw the waters slither back.
It eats, it scratches, it bobs, but does not circle back to me.


“When a seventh day arrived” Gilgamesh XI,145
“He waited another seven days” Genesis 8:10a.

“I sent forth a raven” Gilgamesh XI,152
“Noah… sent forth a raven” Genesis 8:7

“The dove went out and returned” Gilgamesh XI,147
“sent forth the dove and the dove came back to him” Genesis 8:10b-11
“let out the birds and they again returned to the ship” Berossus.

Hmm. Time to kill a sheep or something, I think…

Then I sent out everything in all directions and sacrificed
(a sheep).
I offered incense in front of the mountain-ziggurat.
Seven and seven cult vessels I put in place,
and (into the fire) underneath (or: into their bowls) I poured
reeds, cedar, and myrtle.
The gods smelled the savor,
the gods smelled the sweet savor,
and collected like flies over a (sheep) sacrifice.
Just then Beletili arrived.

That always does the trick. Can’t find much on this Beletili character—some goddess-schmuck at any rate, doesn’t matter, never appears again.


“The king slaughtered…bulls and sheep” Ziusudra vi,211
“He offered [a sacrifice]” Atrahasis III,v,31
“And offered a sacrifice” Gilgamesh XI,155
“offered burnt offerings on the altar” Genesis 8:20
“built an altar and sacrificed to the gods” Berossus

Here the Christian God wants only veggies (which was intended by the “patriarchy,” of course, to stop the meat sacrifices as well as the male genitalia offerings—which also might be linked with, later: “Who sheds the blood of man, by man his blood be shed”). Isn’t it strange how vegetarianism developed out of a patriarchal law forbidding male sacrifice? What a weird, weird world, folks…

“[The gods smelled] the savor” Atrahasis III,v,34
“The gods smelled the sweet savor” Gilgamesh XI,160
“And the Lord smelled the sweet savor…” Genesis 8:21

The soup thickens…

She lifted up the large flies (beads) which Anu had made for
his enjoyment(!):
‘You gods, as surely as I shall not forget this lapis lazuli
around my neck,
may I be mindful of these days, and never forget them!
The gods may come to the incense offering,
but Enlil may not come to the incense offering,
because without considering he brought about the Flood
and consigned my people to annihilation.’


“the lapis around my neck” Atrahasis III,vi,2
“the lapis lazuli on my neck” Gilgamesh XI,164

“That I may remember it [every] day” Atrahasis III,vi,4
“I shall remember these days and never forget” Gilgamesh XI,165
“I shall remember my covenant…I may remember” Genesis 9:15-16

Okay, lapis lazuli, as I probably mentioned in one of the last two parts, is “a deep-blue mineral composed mainly of lazurite with smaller quantities of other minerals, used mainly as a gem or as a pigment.” Shiny rock, of course. Due to the decadence and obsession with wealth, the Hebrews omitted this (and so much more) when its priests re-wrote this (Genesis) for the Old Testament. Plus, almost all attachment shifted onto the Lord—which was probably, initially, an effort to prevent the decay and collapse of the Jewish nation, like the other nations had crumbled. Trying to direct the future by altering the stories, the histories, and laws—and failing each and every time. Permanence, folks, is without exception a futile goal…

Anyway, from “You gods, as surely as I shall not forget this lapis lazuli around my neck, may I be mindful of these days, and never forget them!” to “I shall remember my covenant…I may remember”—shiny thing to help one remember changed to holy covenant (“an agreement held to be the basis of a relationship of commitment with God”)…oh, how things get re-vised to suit the current dogma…

Shit’s gonna hit the fanatics, though…

Just then Enlil arrived.
He saw the boat and became furious,
he was filled with rage at the Igigi gods:
‘Where did a living being escape?
No man was to survive the annihilation!’
Ninurta spoke to Valiant Enlil, saying:
‘Who else but Ea could devise such a thing?
It is Ea who knows every machination!’
La spoke to Valiant Enlil, saying:
‘It is yours, O Valiant One, who is the Sage of the Gods.
How, how could you bring about a Flood without consideration
Charge the violation to the violator,
charge the offense to the offender,
but be compassionate lest (mankind) be cut off,
be patient lest they be killed.
Instead of your bringing on the Flood,
would that a lion had appeared to diminish the people!
Instead of your bringing on the Flood,
would that a wolf had appeared to diminish the people!
Instead of your bringing on the Flood,
would that famine had occurred to slay the land!
Instead of your bringing on the Flood,
would that (Pestilent) Erra had appeared to ravage the land!
It was not I who revealed the secret of the Great Gods,
I (only) made a dream appear to Atrahasis, and (thus) he
heard the secret of the gods.
Now then! The deliberation should be about him!’
Enlil went up inside the boat
and, grasping my hand, made me go up.
He had my wife go up and kneel by my side.
He touched our forehead and, standing between us, he
blessed us:
‘Previously Utanapishtim was a human being.
But now let Utanapishtim and his wife become like us,
the gods!
Let Utanapishtim reside far away, at the Mouth of the Rivers.’
They took us far away and settled us at the Mouth of the Rivers.”
“Now then, who will convene the gods on your behalf,
that you may find the life that you are seeking!
Wait! You must not lie down for six days and seven nights.”

[Yep: the “to prevent a future Flood, do this” part of the story. Biblically: do whatever God says now and you’ll be funky fresh forever. And if not?—In Genesis: or else…]

So, they resettled the Tigris-Euphrates area of Mesopotamia after the Deluge; like I mentioned, it would have been more fertile than ever. Enlil was pissed off when he saw that people survived via the boat—“Where did a living being escape? No man was to survive the annihilation!” he says, then gets told by another (La) that he could have sent lions or wolves or famine or pestilence (a plague or something generally disastrous or evil); but this—“It was not I who revealed the secret of the Great Gods, I (only) made a dream appear to Atrahasis, and (thus) he heard the secret of the gods”—I really don’t follow. “Secret?”—that the flood was coming, I presume, the afore-knowledge that I mention above, which might have been additive as justification for it all (“act of God(s)”).


“How did man survive the destruction?” Atrahasis III,vi,10
“No man was to survive the destruction” Gilgamesh XI,173

“[on the criminal] impose your penalty” Atrahasis III,vi,25
“On the criminal impose his crimes” Gilgamesh XI,180
“Who sheds the blood of man, by man his blood be shed” Genesis 9:6

“he touched our foreheads to bless us” Gilgamesh XI,192
“And God blessed Noah” Genesis 9:1

“elevated him to eternal life, like a god” Ziusudra vi,257
“they shall be like gods to us” Gilgamesh XI,194

And so what of the momma’s boy, Gilgamesh? Was he a good enough boy? Does he start blubbering some more? Does he get stuff? Will his long lost aunt Mooggaboooga return and marry his wife’s uncle’s sister, Damshat, who is pregnant with Gilgy’s evil twin brother…?

Find out after these important commercial messages! (He gets woven back into the tale soon enough, from out of nowhere with Utanapishtim.)

soon as he sat down (with his head) between his legs
sleep, like a fog, blew upon him.
Utanapishtim said to his wife:
“Look there! The man, the youth who wanted (eternal) life!
Sleep, like a fog, blew over him.”
his wife said to Utanapishtim the Faraway:
“Touch him, let the man awaken.
Let him return safely by the way he came.
Let him return to his land by the gate through which he left.”
Utanapishtim said to his wife:
“Mankind is deceptive, and will deceive you.
Come, bake leaves for him and keep setting them by his head
and draw on the wall each day that he lay down.”
She baked his leaves and placed them by his head
and marked on the wall the day that he lay down.
The first loaf was dessicated,
the second stale, the third moist(?), the fourth turned white,
its …,
the fifth sprouted gray (mold), the sixth is still fresh.
the seventh–suddenly he touched him and the man awoke.
Gilgamesh said to Utanapishtim:
“The very moment sleep was pouring over me
you touched me and alerted me!”
Utanapishtim spoke to Gilgamesh, saying:
“Look over here, Gilgamesh, count your loaves!
You should be aware of what is marked on the wall!
Your first loaf is dessicated,
the second stale, the third moist, your fourth turned white,
its …
the fifth sprouted gray (mold), the sixth is still fresh.
The seventh–suddenly he touched him and the man awoke.
Gilgamesh said to Utanapishtim:
“The very moment sleep was pouring over me
you touched me and alerted me!”
Utanapishtim spoke to Gilgamesh, saying:
“Look over here, Gilgamesh, count your leaves!
You should be aware of what is marked on the wall!
Your first loaf is dessicated,
the second stale, the third moist, your fourth turned white,
its …
the fifth sprouted gray (mold), the sixth is still fresh.
The seventh–at that instant you awoke!”
Gilgamesh said to Utanapishtim the Faraway:
“O woe! What shall I do, Utanapishtim, where shall I go!
The Snatcher has taken hold of my flesh,
in my bedroom Death dwells,
and wherever I set foot there too is Death!”
Home Empty-Handed
Utanapishtim said to Urshanabi, the ferryman:
“May the harbor reject you, may the ferry landing reject you!
May you who used to walk its shores be denied its shores!
The man in front of whom you walk, matted hair chains
his body,
animal skins have ruined his beautiful skin.
Take him away, Urshanabi, bring him to the washing place.
Let him wash his matted hair in water like ellu.
Let him cast away his animal skin and have the sea carry it off,
let his body be moistened with fine oil,
let the wrap around his head be made new,
let him wear royal robes worthy of him!
Until he goes off to his city,
until he sets off on his way,
let his royal robe not become spotted, let it be perfectly new!”
Urshanabi took him away and brought him to the washing place.
He washed his matted hair with water like ellu.
He cast off his animal skin and the sea carried it oh.
He moistened his body with fine oil,
and made a new wrap for his head.
He put on a royal robe worthy of him.
Until he went away to his city,
until he set off on his way,
his royal robe remained unspotted, it was perfectly clean.
Gilgamesh and Urshanabi b[o]arded the boat,
they cast off the magillu-boat, and sailed away.
The wife of Utanapishtim the Faraway said to him:
“Gilgamesh came here exhausted and worn out.
What can you give him so that he can return to his land (with
honor) !”
Then Gilgamesh raised a punting pole
and drew the boat to shore.
Utanapishtim spoke to Gilgamesh, saying:
“Gilgamesh, you came here exhausted and worn out.
What can I give you so you can return to your land?
I will disclose to you a thing that is hidden, Gilgamesh,
a… I will tell you.
There is a plant… like a boxthorn,
whose thorns will prick your hand like a rose.
If your hands reach that plant you will become a young
man again.”
Hearing this, Gilgamesh opened a conduit(!) (to the Apsu)
and attached heavy stones to his feet.
They dragged him down, to the Apsu they pulled him.
He took the plant, though it pricked his hand,
and cut the heavy stones from his feet,
letting the waves(?) throw him onto its shores.
Gilgamesh spoke to Urshanabi, the ferryman, saying:
“Urshanabi, this plant is a plant against decay(!)
by which a man can attain his survival(!).
I will bring it to Uruk-Haven,
and have an old man eat the plant to test it.
The plant’s name is ‘The Old Man Becomes a Young Man.'”
Then I will eat it and return to the condition of my youth.”
At twenty leagues they broke for some food,
at thirty leagues they stopped for the night.
Seeing a spring and how cool its waters were,
Gilgamesh went down and was bathing in the water.
A snake smelled the fragrance of the plant,
silently came up and carried off the plant.

While going back it sloughed off its casing.’
At that point Gilgamesh sat down, weeping,
his tears streaming over the side of his nose.

Aww, poor wittle Gilgy’s magic cure for death got stolen by a snake! When in doubt, blame it on a snake…(most of that above picked off where he left off before the added Flood stuff, since he’s back chatting up the ferryman again).

(That—in bold—is the basis for the myth, I presume, of the snake shedding it’s skin, of course—immortality; also linked to the Biblical devil.)

Anyway, he’ll never be a wittle boy again. He wasn’t a “god” after all—not even two-thirds…not even one-third. The stupid bastard. Damn, I can’t stand this mangina…

Now the numbskull is going to beg for a clue…“what’s it all about?”—“how come I’m wearing a dress, and jewels, and wearing a worthless crown, and being a cowardly fucker, when i’m just going to die anyway?—and who’s really benefitting from all this farming and greed and slavery and dick-n-ball hacking?” Et cetera…

“Counsel me, O ferryman Urshanabi!
For whom have my arms labored, Urshanabi!
For whom has my heart’s blood roiled!
I have not secured any good deed for myself,
but done a good deed for the ‘lion of the ground’!”
Now the high waters are coursing twenty leagues distant,’
as I was opening the conduit(?) I turned my equipment over
into it (!).
What can I find (to serve) as a marker(?) for me!
I will turn back (from the journey by sea) and leave the boat by
the shore!”
At twenty leagues they broke for some food,
at thirty leagues they stopped for the night.
They arrived in Uruk-Haven.
Gilgamesh said to Urshanabi, the ferryman:
“Go up, Urshanabi, onto the wall of Uruk and walk around.
Examine its foundation, inspect its brickwork thoroughly–
is not (even the core of) the brick structure of kiln-fired brick,
and did not the Seven Sages themselves lay out its plan!
One league city, one league palm gardens, one league lowlands, the open area(?) of the Ishtar Temple,
three leagues and the open area(?) of Uruk it encloses.

Make sense? Yeah, it doesn’t for me either. It seems that the Flood tale was inserted into the main story—it changes narrative (to first-person) and seems to be written by someone else. The “style” is even different.

But I’ve dissected it enough. It was thought-provoking. Thus concludes my semi-analysis of Mesopotamia, Gilgamesh, & Endiku, and the Deluge.

Now it’s time to head to bed. I’ve been up for a couple days, so I’m not bothering to edit this and fix all my spelling bloopers, which I usually do, until later.

Later, folks. Have an eventful day.

[Edit: After editing everything and adding a bit, I listened to a ditty during some of it and decided that it was a better closer; it’s lyrics…

Some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will.
I sure could use a vacation from this
Sideshow of
Freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA!
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away!
Any fucking time!
Any fucking day!
Learn to swim,
I’ll see you down in Arizona bay.

Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
It’s a bull…shit…
Sideshow of
Freaks here in this hopeless fucking hole we call LA!
The only way to fix it is to flush it all away!
Any fucking time!
Any fucking day!
Learn to swim,
I’ll see you down in Arizona bay.

Some say a comet will fall from the sky.
Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still.
Followed by billions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon.
I certainly hope we will…
I sure could use a vacation from this …
Stupid shit…
Silly shit,
Stupid shit…
One great big festering neon distraction,
I’ve a suggestion to keep you all occupied:
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Mom’s gonna fix it all soon.
Mom’s comin’ round to
Put it back the way it ought to be.

Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Fuck L. Ron Hubbard and
Fuck all his clones.
Fuck all those gun-toting
Hip gangster wannabes.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Fuck retro anything.
Fuck your tattoos.
Fuck all you junkies and
Fuck your short memory.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Fuck smiley glad-hands
With hidden agendas.
Fuck these dysfunctional,
Insecure actresses.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Learn to swim.
Cuz I’m praying for rain and
I’m praying for tidal waves…
I wanna see the ground give way.
I wanna watch it all go down.
Mom, please flush it all away.
I wanna see it go right in and down.
I wanna watch it go right in.
Watch you flush it all away.
Time to bring it down again.
Don’t just call me pessimist.
Try and read between the lines.
I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t
Welcome any change, my friend.
I wanna see it all
Come down!
Flush it down!
Suck it down!
Flush it down!

“Ænema,” Tool.]