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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).

Heh.

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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On September 11th, 2001, I watched, on the TV, some planes hit a couple buildings in the US—and I laughed. Sure, I was in a vicious anti-american state of mind back then, so I wasn’t just laughing at an aggressive, arrogant, war-mongering nation getting some payback (finally!)…I was laughing at its overall absurdity. Like giggling at the Three Stooges when you’re stoned—it’s so odd and makes no sense, but somehow you sense something which gets its wires crossed with something else, and wham: hilarious.

Yeah, I laughed. People dying—even arrogant Americans who support their government doing this kinda shit to poor people in other countries, and grossly enjoying the benefits of other people’s death and horror and loss and suffering…even people who might have it coming, well, even these people dying—isn’t funny. I don’t laugh at death unless it’s a TV show or movie that’s so corny or fake that I can’t help it…

Corny and fake…

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Fucking cunt!

Your mind can see things before you can consciously register it—your mind, my mind, everyone’s mind. It’s perception. I think I perceived a lot on that day, and the days that followed, which told me the whole works was a crock of shit. Of course, I’ve never trusted governments, politicians, corporations, religions…so my head doesn’t have to wade through the muck they spew—I automatically dismiss everything they say, everything they claim, and so I start thinking about the real reasons—the truth—without having to go through the process that most people seem to go through (fighting through that double-think, breaking free of that innocent babe-in-the-woods mentality: Would the government lie to me?—Is the State engaged in things they keep secret from the public?—Could they really do that, omg!?—et cetera).

Frankly, with the amount of history I’ve read, and with the depth of insight I’ve gained into the minds of those who rule (and have always ruled—in a fundamentally identical manner, regardless of any “type” of government), there is generally no claim to which I’d have a knee-jerk reaction of “No, they wouldn’t do that!”

Yes, Sir!—they would do that. They are capable of anything. Any fucking thing. The biggest serial killer, mass killer, in the history of planet earth is the Government, the State, the Empire. No other being or entity or person or group or effect, disease or disaster has killed more humans on this planet than governments. They have been the biggest weapon of mass destruction in history—from 6000 BC to present. Purely brutal, calculating, remorseless, demented butchers.

When we’re conditioned to blindly follow rules, we’re conditioned to blindly trust those who invent these rules—and blindly obey those who enforce those rules. A-U-T-H-O-R-I-T-Y.

The Almighty Authority. The Right Honourable. Your Grace. Your Excellency. Your Majesty. My Lord. My Lady. Master & Mistriss. Mr & Mrs. Sire. Madam.

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The Leader.

The most conditioned among us live constantly in denial and are incredibly, painfully naive—like a child living in a colourful room full of toys and stuffed animals; outside, the world may be grey and in tatters, with disease and gangs of starving, ruthless thugs roving about, and pets that have gone feral, amid general destruction and filth and decay…but inside, that child-like person sings happy songs and plays games and giggles and will not look out the window—or the window has been painted over with bunnies and rainbows…harmless, non-threatening things…’happy things,’ childish things. That child thinks the whole world is just like the contents of that room. That child can’t be told any different.

The infantilized person will never “wake up” from this kiddie reality. This type of person, obviously, will never believe that everything is not yummy-sunny-happy everywhere, except for a few “bad people” who are bad because whatever reason the State has said they are bad. A State-approved Doctor will give us the reason, and of course a pill will fix it up nicely.

Thank you, ma’am.

Anyway, I mention that because I won’t try to reach out to those types of people. Never. It’s pointless. Their brains are clogged with immature memes—that pig-headedly resist competing memes—it’s like telling someone who just free-based smack that heroin is a terrible drug.

“What? Dude, fuck off—you’re killing my buzz!”

So, I won’t try to ruin anyone’s fun, of course. I just might be accused and charged with the crime of “being too serious.”

So those types can sit and wallow in their smiling, seeping, sickly sweet comfort zones. No problem. I’m not here to try to convince you guys of anything. In fact, if one of you is reading this…just go away. Go watch TV, read a celebrity magazine, or go shopping at the mall; this topic is not for you.

Now that 90 percent (9 out of 10) of the readers have gone, I’ll continue…

Back to my point: I never bought 9/11. It smelled like shit from day one, and I don’t eat shit, even if I’m told it’s tasty chocolate. I told someone after it happened that “they”—the US government—probably did it to themselves (not that they provoked an attack from an area and a people they’d been fucking with for decades—no: they planned and carried out an attack against their own country…for some reason). As time went on (wars in Afghanistan and Iraq; war on “terror”), it made a bit more sense why they did it—the fact that they did it was never in question. The only question was why. All the whys. The reasons.

A few years later, I tried to find out more what those reasons were. I found out a little, then watched “Fahrenheit 9/11.” And I later started a thread on the subject in the old GF Melee forum. Honestly, I was astounded by those who could not open their minds to any other (non-State-approved) point of view.

Here was when I was confronted with the following notion: “conspiracy theory.”

I didn’t really understand that, and I still don’t. It seems that anything that challenges government-corporate-sanctioned big-media dogma gets this “conspiracy theory” label. I just don’t get it. As I stated back then, a conspiracy is when two or more people enter into an agreement to do something. Hey, Joe, wanna go get a coffee? “Sure,” he says. And that’s it. They just conspired to do something. That’s all it means.

But it’s become something loaded with all sorts of connotations—extremely negative connotations which imply various things, all designed to cause people to instantly dismiss it. Without thinking about it for a single fucking second—just dismiss it. It’s a manipulative control tactic employed to silence alternative opinions and to pre-empt things called “questions.” It sways opinion by steering something into the extreme and absurb. Example: someone mentioning “The New World Order” can be silenced by the following: “Yeah, right! I guess you believe David Icke, too? Well, go put your tinfoil hat on!”

What’s happening here is that something (for which evidence can be found) is being ridiculed and dismissed by linking, associating it with something else (for which no evidence can be found). See how that works? I forget the name for this ploy, but it doesn’t matter. You can discredit something by having it touch something crazy. And thus have it become contaminated by craziness atoms.

Wash Fucking Hands

In in my example, two separate ploys were used:

1. The NWO reference was associated with David Icke, who speaks about the NWO, for which evidence can be found, but who also speaks about reptilian shape-shifters, aliens, and other flaked-out crap for which no evidence can be found.

(Again, I’m not saying aliens don’t exist. I’ve been into that before—yeah, I was into alien shit (knee-deep) for years—but it goes around in circles. There’s never anything new, once you’ve covered the basics, and there’s never any proof. All these people over all these years seeing things and being yanked away from the earth up into some ship or whatever, and no one has ever grabbed an alien something-or-other off an alien table (an instrument, a thingamajig, a sample of something, anything whatsoever) to show others later? No one has, in thousands of cases—there’s been no physical evidence?

“But but but the government goes after those people and steals the proof!!!!!!!!!!!1112″

Bullshit. No one’s ever had alien DNA under his or her fingernails? Jesus, you can’t even commit a crime today without leaving some particle, some trace of yourself, behind, as evidence that you were there.

“What about all the tens of thousands of UFO sightings OMFG !!?!?!?”

Firstly, seeing something weird in the sky is not proof of anything but something weird that defies description—it is not a physical object which can be held in your hand, tested, shown to others, et cetera. An image, a photograph, does not prove something is of alien design. Secondly, a UFO is an unidentified flying object—it’s something unknown. It doesn’t mean it’s automatically alien in origin.

No, there is something going on, obviously—but I feel it’s just a mass distraction. Nothing else makes sense.)

2. The NWO reference is stuffed into the subject matter of those who believe they’ve been abducted by either government agencies or alien entities and have had tiny mechanical implants embedded in their heads—these devices give and receive signals, apparently, and the use of tinfoil applied to the head, evidently, blocks these signals.

(Not that I think this is far-fetched; I think it’s possible, but why? You can control people through all sorts of means without having to go through such an expensive and elaborate drama to attach some gadget to someone’s head. There are cheaper, more effective ways to control people. Like the movie, “They Live.” The premise is silly. Subliminal (text) messages aren’t needed to get people to do what you want. Symbols do it just fine. Psychological manipulation—it’s a science. School, TV (and now computers and the internet), social pressure on an obsessively material, shallow, product-acquiring lifestyle beginning at a young age, combined with shame and ridicule…are more than enough to get people to do what you want.

Besides, no one’s ever had one of these devices removed and taken to a lab or something? Not even photographed, witnessed by as many people as possible?

“But how else can they keep track of you!!!!???”

It’s a device called a “cell phone”—people carry these voluntarily, you know. With the iPhone and its counterparts, there’s really no need to tag and track people the way they do with animals.

Tracking Slaves

Plus, there are cameras everywhere, and every time you use your debit or credit card they know exactly where you are.

Then again, I’m not saying they will never do this to us (install chips or other surveilliance devices—“spychips”). In some areas people actually want to have an RFID chip implanted in them, so who knows. Hell, some people will even pay to be tagged…)

Now the person who brought up the NWO is on the defensive, trying to explain or prove that he’s not crazy, like those who are engaged in those two other subjects. And those other subjects are of course “conspiracy theories.”

Well, I suppose there all sorts of labels society uses to belittle, ridicule, mock, shame, and ultimately dismiss and ignore anyone who proposes anything contrary to the official story, the party line, the safe and conventional crap we’re trained to swallow.

By the way, here’s a good link on the immense bureaucracy that’s grown out of 9/11 and the War on Terror:

“Top Secret America.”

I guess all that’s a “conspiracy theory,” too. I guess just call anything unpopular or that which might make you think, “conspiracy theory.” Call it whatever makes it easier to get back to those really important things consuming your valuable time. I won’t mind.

A little over a year ago, I did some research on ancient (pagan) religions (which are still practiced today—mostly in secret), and I came to a link to a film called “Dark Secrets: Bohemian Grove,” by Alex Jones. Here:

I was impressed by the film; I thought Jones did an excellent job helping to expose something rather disturbing (that no mainstream reporters have touched). I’d never heard of Alex Jones prior to this. I had never heard of Bohemian Grove. I had heard of “freemasonry” and the “Illuminati”—but had dismissed it, as most people do, as crazy shit I didn’t want to hear about—but I hadn’t heard of the Bilderberg Group before (or the CFR—Council on Foreign Relations, or the Trilateral Commission, or the Federal Reserve). Frankly, I didn’t want to hear about this kinda shit. I figured governments and corporations were twisted fucks in bed together and that they were ruling the world, yet who precisely was pulling the strings of these puppets didn’t interest me.

I guess it only interests me a little bit today—honestly, it doesn’t really matter which group does what or how old and secretive they are or who’s a member of what, or if they’re part of an ancient oligarchy whose lines, beliefs, and religion can be traced back to Babylon and Sumer. Doesn’t matter to me. The result is the same no matter what one believes. The “who” stuff (no pun intended—owl reference) seems to be just another distraction, another thing to fixate on. Whoever they are, they are untouchable right now, and cannot be “fought” or defeated. They—those rulers, those sick ultra-rich control freaks pulling strings all over the world—can only be resisted. I don’t mean peacefully. (Sorry, Hippies and flower people; your tactics won’t work this time around.)

Since then I’ve watched a lot of films and stuff, read tons of material on these subjects, by various people—most notably Alex Jones. There’s stuff put out by Gerald Celente, James O’Keefe, David Icke (if you can take some of his unprovable, whacky ideas with a really big grain of salt…or bottle of salt), perhaps Mark Dice, and the guys at the drudgereport.com have some interesting stuff sometimes. There are many more—KRS One, Immortal Technique, Public Enemy, Dave Mustaine (Megadeth), et cetera—who are on the right track. Hell, even Jesse Ventura gets my respect.

I’ve begun to question some things I thought were true, as well as investigate things of which I was not aware. One staggering example was/is my views on feminism, and how I see now that it was never an independent institution doing what it did (being an information industry, a propaganda agency, receiving billions in funding and creating an aristocracy of women and demonizing men with an end goal of degrading—and probably trying to annihilate—the entire gender, utterly) for its own reasons. No. It’s simply another tool. Another puppet. A few years ago I learned how the CIA employed Gloria Steinem (since the late 1950s) to use the Women’s Libbers Movement to hi-jack the Hippy Movement (hey, go look it up; she’s admitted it). The ultimate goal of this seems to have been to break up the family, using “class war” dogma from Marxism, communism, and converting it for a feminist “gender war” plan. Why? To get Dad out of the house, put Mom to work, with the State as her new husband, and have the Government-Corporate aparatus (with crucial help from TV and the media to) raise the kids. (The site “ManWomanMyth” illustrated this years ago, perfectly.)

(And there are probably other goals, but these are enough for now. Even though I knew all this, I did not investigate much further into it. Anyway, it’s one example of how I was short-sighted.)

Is all that a conspiracy theory?

Most things are a conspiracy (two or more people entering into an agreement to do something), so what does that matter? I do not engage in things that cannot be proven or that do not contain any evidence. A “conspiracy theory” to me would be…some people claiming that the moon landing was faked. Or that the earth is really flat. These imply a vast conspiracy involving many people for some sinister goal…but there is no proof. Hence it is a theory.

I seek the truth, always, even if the truth can sometimes be bitter, ugly, horrible, or seems just plain loony. So, call it what you will. Or, use your mind and actually look into stuff like this. And think for yourself.

At any rate, the “bigger picture” just keeps getting bigger—and more disturbing. I can’t blame people who (while they are not exactly infantile and want to live in a comfee-cozy kiddie fantasy world, they do, however) choose to remain intentionally ignorant. They may sense a lot of things going on, but they quickly distract themselves, afraid of what it could mean to get thinking about it. True enough, it can overwhelm you, the more you get into it, the deeper you seek. It can be chilling and smash to pieces most of what you thought life—and reality—was all about, since your childhood days…which never really ended, of course.

Making a choice to not deny without investigation, to not dismiss without thinking and researching, to not belittle and judge and ridicule and label and ignore without opening your mind just a little bit and engaging in a wee speck of free-thought…well, it can be dangerous. You may find out that most of what you believed was a stinking lie. And that can be unsettling. You may find out that you’re a part of something terribly wrong, and you have to struggle with your conscience over your role in it all. To act on your conscience will require you to dramatically change the way you think, react to and view things, and perhaps to radically change your entire life in order to live according to a set of principles.

You may have to risk losing your career, alienating or losing your friends and family, or even shaking your whole existence to its foundation. At least, you may have give up the child-like dream of status and stuff and security—that you can live your life pursuing all the things you were taught to pursue while the loving Nanny State takes care of you and everything else around you.

This could all be absolutely frightening, and pretty stressful. At most, you may feel compelled to act—yunno, to actually do something to help promote freedom in the world, or just in your community.

Whichever the case, it could be far easier, much simplier, to ignore it all and keep pretending—call it bullshit and “go back to sleep,” as they say.

And, like I said, I can’t blame people for doing this. The more you think you have to lose, the harder the choice will be, I reckon.

Here and there I come across people who know a lot of this shit but feel they can’t do anything about it, so they just try to get along in this shit as best they can. It clearly bothers and frustrates them, but they seem to feel powerless to do anything about it.

I can’t blame them for that either—what can be done, really, even if you know what’s going on? I certainly have no answers (other than: head for the fucking hills and get away from it).

THE TRUTH MOVEMENT

Anyway, about all those people who are trying to share what they’ve learned and discovered about all this, I’ve discovered that all these folks collectively make up “The Truth Movement.” And like all “movements” there are those people who infiltrate and hi-jack it in order to destroy it.

Take Glenn Beck—fucking please.

Please!

He is what is known as a “shill.” He’s an establishment mouthpiece who’s in place to debunk others and others’ ideas that do not correspond with what the system wants us to know and believe. He attacks only one side of things; he’s a liar and he has an agenda—he’s a muppet. He’s not seeking the truth, and he’s not presenting the truth—or, he’s presenting half-truths, mixed with lies or distractions.

What Glenn Beck does to subjects that most people ought to know about is a little different than what David Icke does to similar subjects. And this demonization process works, in either way. Don’t believe me? Here’s a comment from an “Illuminati” video on YouTube:

“I agree. David Icke is a complete and proven fraud. When I see him associated with anything I know that I can throw out that information as false.”

Because Icke a bleeding loon, everything he talks about can be viewed with mistrust and even instant dismissal, even though he talks about some sane things which actually can be backed up with evidence. Thus, other people talking about (provable) things (or least things that are backed up with some evidence) can be dismissed equally because Icke talked about the exact same thing. In essence, Icke sabotages and discredits the “Truth Movement” with his crazy crap.

What Beck does is more sinister. He pretends and lies; he’ll make a half-hearted attack on one thing, a minor thing, and then totally ignore twenty other way more important subjects. This is so we think he’s actually a journalist who’s investigating and asking questions and trying to get at the truth. But he’s not.

Plus, he’s just not funny. He really thinks he is, but he’s just not.

Michael Moore is another shill—just a different type. A different species. I never really liked this guy—there was something about him, and the way he did things, which made me uneasy. He’s manipulative, sketchy, like a lawyer. I watched “Bowling For Columbine.” I didn’t get it, and the way he behaved in the film was disgusting—rolling a kid in a wheelchair around to emotionally manipulate people, using a tragedy to support an agenda—his agenda, which is more relevant today given the utter assault going on right now on guns—which is an agenda of tyranny wrapped up with pretty pink ribbons. But it made no sense to me—a kid shot other kids in a school…so…going after guns and bullets will make this better because kids will have a harder time getting guns and bullets…? Is this about the size of it?

What the fuck? What is behind this? Why did this kid shot other kids? What does it matter which weapon of choice he used? If he could not get a gun, he would have used something else. If he ran through the crowded halls of his school with a big butcher knife, stabbing students, would Moore go after stores to take knives off their shelves?

“Oh but you can kill more people with a gun, more easily, than with a knife!!!”

Really? A gunshot is loud. I could run through a crowded room and stab a whole lot of people without the BANG BANG BANG! alerting people to run or hit the dirt or call the police. I could sit on the back of a crowded bus and silently slit the throat of probably half the passengers on that bus before someone with balls tackled me—if the people are spaced a certain way, I might be able to quietly kill them all, right up to the bus driver, without anyone knowing what I was doing. Or I could walk into a packed movie theater with a bag full of molotov cocktails and set the whole place on fire.

Desperate people, crazy people—people who want to hurt others—do not obey gun laws. So why take away guns from law-abiding people so that criminals, who obtain guns illegally, will be the only citizens to have them? And how will this stop incidents such as Columbine and Sandy Hook and others?

We’re wrapping gauze on a gaping wound, and we just keep wrapping. We’re too fucking stupid, obviously, to realize that there is a cause for all this bleeding and it should be fixed. Or maybe we’re just too fucking lazy to bother or care about “Conspiracy Theories” about wounds and what they’re all about. Right, go grab another roll of gauze. Idiot…

People in New York City (and North Carolina) use their cars to kill others; people in Japan still use swords to kill others; in Pakistan and in the UK they throw acid in your face; and in France they throw fire bombs. Do you realize how many heads could get cracked open if a madman ran into a grade one playground with a baseball bat?

Why is twenty kids getting shot so much worse than ten kids getting stabbed? Do numbers mean so much? At Sandy Hook, if only one teacher had a gun no fucking kids would have been killed!

There’s some fuckin numbers for ya…

Nevermind the fact that crimes with guns have been on the decline over the last 20 or more years, and nevermind the evidence that in areas in which law-abiding carry guns, crime is very low.

No, it’s an agenda—a disgusting, manipulative agenda that uses dead or maimed kids to control people emotionally and cause angry reactions to gain support for an assault on a living being’s god-given or natural fucking right to carry a weapon to defend oneself and one’s family. Fucking period.

I have no fucking respect for Michael Moore or any slimy piece of shit establishment waterboy like him. This pig, this 400-pound heaving, whining cunt walks around with armed bodyguards, owns fucking weapons, is worth millions of dollars, and is telling you that you cannot own a gun (he’s been quoted as saying that if you’re concerned about your safety, “get a dog”).

Wow. Fucking shill. The next time you have your armed goon squad clear an entire resturant out and bribe the owners so you can sit your monstrous sweaty ass down to devour a tableful of food, Mr. Moore, I hope you fucking choke and die.

awwww

(I know. I’m a big meanie.)

/rant.

The thing with Moore is that in “Fahrenheit 9/11″ it wasn’t what he exposed; it was that he did not expose a lot of stuff, concentrating only on what would demonize the Republicans and the George W. Bush Administration. It was a Democrat attacking the Republican Whitehouse; it was not true journalism—it was not objective; it was biased, omissive, and politically motivated.

Then again, I think the Obama Administration was set up decades ago—or at least two decades ago. (No, I do not believe voting does anything; the leaders are chosen in secret long before they are ever declared candidates by the media.) I think the Bush Administration was set up as well—and I think George W. Bush was not a dumb evil prick: sure he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I think he was designed to be an evil dumbass religious tard. It was so absurb, so over the top. He was engineered to be that awful, that stupid, that insipid and dangerous…so that Obama would seem like a heavenly saviour…a messiah…and the nation would rush into his warm embrace—which was just a bear trap covered in plush. Especially since the black community in particular was boiling in rage and on the verge of revolt—and, praise the lord, bing bongo, a black man gets into office.

Can you hear the crickets now?

Obama will do no wrong in their eyes…no matter what he does.

It was brilliant—and it was a conspiracy. There is evidence for it. There’s no longer any such thing as democracy; I do not trust any election and believe the entire process has been either corrupted or merely was a scam for a long time. Maybe it always was.

Tangent over…

I think David Icke is possibly another one—either this or he is simply deranged. I just can’t get my head around Icke—one minute he makes so much sense, and the next he’s talking about shapeshifters, a hollow earth, and reptile-alien beings who are ruling the world, or something. Crazy shit without a shred of proof, no evidence whatsoever…all based on what? I dunno. Theory. Here’s what I mean:

And another:

I love the comment under this one, by the way:

“They are both in the entertainment business and it’s lizard eat lizard.”

Ha.

THE CONSPIRACY BUSINESS

I think it can be a business—and, yes, you have to bring people in if it is a business. And you bring people in by attracting them—and you attract them by posting smut or by trying to scare them. Or baffle them with bullshit—entertain them—with bright colours and effects and sparkling, shiny crap and effects, and maybe an explosion or two.

But I think people like Icke are making money off gullible people who will simply believe anything, without any proof—without any sense, any real gut instincts either. Because they probably believe in nothing, and, well, here’s something. And it can’t be proven wrong—as Dice points out, you can’t disprove it.

Hmmm…something about proving a negative…or something…nevermind.

But this raises into question the case of Mark Dice…

Now, he’s accusing Alex Jones of a lot of stuff—mainly of being a sell-out (trying a bit too hard to make money off this so-called “Truth Movement”). But he’s lying in places. I’ve seen some ads on Infowars.com, and while I’m extremely anti-corporate/anti-advertising, I understand that shows cost money to make, and that cash has to come from somewhere, and if you’re doing this thing full-time, well, where’s the money going to come from? and so forth. I don’t agree with it, but I understand it.

Dice lied about the one ad he mentioned. As the host encourages: “Tell us about the penis pills…”

Now, I actually saw this ad, and watched al of it (Dice obviously did not watch all of it and did not understand what he did watch, or is deliberately trying to obfuscate what it was about, or he’s acting obtuse for his own agenda). The ad was actually based in a lot of fact, a lot of evidence; the whole thing was about how men are becoming less masculine—naturally, you can see why I watched it and remember it, since this is a subject in which I’ve been interested for years.

I was skeptical, watching it, too, but I gave it chance, and, from what I’ve personally researched, a lot of it was spot on. It dealt more with the physiological effects—it had nothing to do with “penis pills,” for crissakes. It was about fucking testosterone, which is about the testicles, and about hormones, et cetera, not about the penis. The ad went on to give some pretty good information, then went into a segment on what could be done. This was free advice—some of it good advice, I thought—and then *after that* it got into its product which claimed to naturally raise testosterone levels in men.

I did not mind this (20-some-minute) ad because it was not manipulative, was not full of bullshit (that I could detect), and offered advice and tips before ever getting into the product it was selling. Only a few minutes of this ad were dedicated to its own product. (Trying to find a link to the ad to show you.)

The point is, Dice is a liar. I think he’s trying to steal “fans” of Alex Jones and become just like him. Christ, I watched a short video of Mark Dice the entire content of which was him walking to a book store shelf and pointing out that his book (“The Illuminati: Facts & Fiction”) was there, in stock.

Go to his fucking site—

http://www.markdice.com/

—and tell me this guy is so different, such a non-sell out. Holy fuck—“like me on Facebook!”—“Follow me on twitter!”—“donate!”—“buy my book!” Give me some money and I’ll give you some truth!

That’s what I see. And yeah, Alex Jones is a bit of a whore in this regard too. But Dice is just a shadow of what Jones is regarding dedication, and the bulk and scope of information presented. And I don’t know what to make of the guy—at first glance, he seems like a self-absorbed ego-fucking-maniac. All his avs have his smiling face—his website is his whole fucking name—half his YouTube videos are just him talking, the camera pointing right at his face. And another large percentage of them are about American celebrities…

Hey, I’m a success, look at my face! Remember my name! I’m gonna be famous! I’m interviewing famous people! Wanna hear me drop some names! Will that make me royalty too! Do you love me!? Give me some money!

But I’m just not sure if he’s a phony fuck like Glenn Beck or Michael Moore, or if he’s just an Alex Jones wanna-be…

What I just cannot comprehend is, along with preppers who show their faces on YouTube, those who say they believe the shit is going to hit the fan and that the government is going come for people like them…and yet they annouce to the world either their names or display their faces, or both.

If what they say is true, the government is going to round up or kill those poor bastards first. Right? So, isn’t revealing your real name, your whole name, and showing your face everywhere…kinda sorta suicidal? I mean, Dice has a YouTube username called TheResistance. So, well, did the French Resistance under Nazi occupation post their names in lights and staple their faces on every telephone pole?

Hmmm…

A real resistance

I dunno…I doubt it. They’d tend to get caught and killed if they did that. I mean, I wasn’t there…but this just makes sense to me. Maybe I’m just weird…

The trouble with the “Truth Movement” is the same thing that plagued (and ended) the “Men’s Movement.” It was taken over, hi-jacked, by assholes, shills, and smiling faces in suits wanting to sell us stuff. I’m sorry, the truth is not for sale.

I’ll say that again because it needs to be fucking said again:

THE TRUTH IS NOT FOR SALE!

I don’t use my real name here—I don’t want attention, I don’t want or need fame or some e-celebrity status. I don’t want your money—don’t donate to me!—I don’t want your money and I’m not trying to sell you something. Whatever I write or create, I offer it to everyone for free. I have no agenda other than Truth, Freedom, and Nature.

Don’t follow me on twitter (I’m not there), don’t fucking “like” me on Facebook (I’m not there either). Don’t rate me or judge me—just think a bit about what I’m saying. And please don’t be a fucking fanboy of me (or anyone), for God’s sake. “Tweet” me and I’ll smack you in the mouth, pal.

Ugh…

I’m not special or great because of all of this (I’m no better or worse than anyone else), but I do think I’m real, and not a hypocrite, because of this. I respect this quality (striving for truth and freedom without selling out or letting your ego take over your principles) in others. I’ve always been cautious of those who use their real (full) names online, like a badge, and go out of their way to show us their smiling faces and what clothes they wear…it does not give them credibility, in my mind. Quite the opposite.

I understand people need money to live…but, Jesus, there is a difference between making a living and being a shallow, self-obsessed sell-out and making a killing off what should be free for everyone: the fucking Truth.

But the agendas are what I can’t stand. The Christian agenda is about proving that what’s happening is biblical prophecy come true (the End Times), and another agenda is about this Zionist Jew something or other.

I dunno. Maybe I’m wrong.

THE RESISTANCE IS NOT FOR SALE

Anyway, Moore and Icke and (probably Dice too) can fuck off. I still like Alex Jones—I agree with about 80% of what he talks about—but I am aware that he has an agenda as a Christian (I see it all the time), so I have to take him with a grain of salt as well. You have to understand the context.

Oh, I almost forget about Rich Zubaty, with whom I agree on maybe 95% of things, well, he’s MIA; his “Rude Guy” blog has been inactive since August of 2012. Either he’s given up, gone insane, or perhaps the police have him, and he’s in the clinker now. Or maybe he’s injured or sick. Or maybe he’s dead. Have been considering emailing him since September to see what’s up, but I keep leaning towards the “just give him a bit more time.” Maybe I will send him an email.

All for now. And to all the good folks out there, fighting for truth, freedom, and liberty, well, keep up the good work, guys (and girls). And keep it real.

Remember: if a smelly lunatic in tattered clothes tells you that you have got shit on your shoe, and you look down and there’s shit on your shoe, what matter if he was crazy? He just told you the truth.

Three cheers for the resistance—the real resistance.
The French Resistance

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
distance
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
desolate!
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
distance,
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
canebreak,
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
waters,
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

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…]

Parallels:

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

And…

“…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

And…

“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)

And…

“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
Elders!’

Parallels:

“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…

“…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
away.

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

Continuing…

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.

Comparative:

“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.

Parallels:

“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!).
2. THEY RETREATED.
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.

Comparisons…

“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.”)

Anyway…

“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

And:

“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—

Ark

—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.

Comparative:

“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.

Comparisons:

“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.’

Parallels:

“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)”).

Parallels:

“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
Bull…shit…
Three…
Ring…
Circus…
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…
Three…
Ring…
Circus…
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.
Yeah…
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.
Yeah…
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.]