The music stops and we are seated, I look at The Enneagram and wonder how I will cope with walking it and the Hexaflow. Suddenly I am snapped back to Sumer something is happening.
Anu and Aruru rise simultaneously (carrying chimes) and make their way from their seats at
withdrawn 3 and 6 respectively on to spheres 3 and 6 of the Enneagram. Once there they bow to each other and then turn east and move simultaneously along the triangle lines to withdrawn 0/9 respectively (having crossed).
Once there they turn to face each other, bow to each other, and then each strike their chime. As the chimes fade they turn to face the west and then proceed around the Enneagram from their respective sides.
I learn that this is called censing the Temple. I feel, relaxed and blessed to be here among these beautiful people who all seemed to know what is happening.
Then the story begins. Gilgamesh is demanding that Shamhat the High priestess of the Temple show him her favours. Shamhat points out very forcefully that she is a woman who is ruled by no man.
Sue describes so much better than I can, the story of what happens next, the whys and how’s of the Gods deciding to have Gilgamesh a balancing twin made. How Aruru makes Enkidu out of clay and her and her spit. Please read here.
Now as I think back I hear this song in my head as I see Shamhat and Gilgamesh arguing , Anu calling for Aruru sounding like a siren. Aruru making Enkidu out of clay and spittle.
Gilgamesh dreaming strange dreams that his mother explains.
In-between I walk the Hexaflow carrying the mask of destiny, each time growing in confidence, each time instinctively growing.
My dreams are now populated with strange and ancient people and sights.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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8 thoughts on “Lord of the Deep: Three.”
What I share of the construction and symbolism of the rituals, Willow, is nowhere near as important as how that affects those of us who were there. It means a good deal that you are sharing part of your experience here. x
I am finding it so hard to find words to do my experience justice. I so want to explain how I feel but it’s not easy. You do it so well. I hope it was okay to use the video Desert Rose, it really describes how I am feeling.💜
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What I share of the construction and symbolism of the rituals, Willow, is nowhere near as important as how that affects those of us who were there. It means a good deal that you are sharing part of your experience here. x
I am finding it so hard to find words to do my experience justice. I so want to explain how I feel but it’s not easy. You do it so well. I hope it was okay to use the video Desert Rose, it really describes how I am feeling.💜
Perfectly okay, Willow! You should see some of the music we have used in the past! (Look up Bauhaus- Bela Lugosi’s Dead 😉 )
I will Sue ,💜
You have had a fab time xx
Yes I have Sis 💜
It sounds like such an amazing experience.
Oh! Robbie it really was, I am finding it hard to express how good it really was. 💜💜