Lord of the Deep . The Bull of Heaven.

Broken

Unwashed, unkingly

The mighty ego returns

To the city and temple

Unrecognised.

Ritual Four

Again I process into the temple, again it’s a huge leap through time and space.

Gilgamesh distraught at losing his brother finds himself outside the Temple of Ishtar.

Shamhat is there and full of vengeance she mocks him. Calling to him to take her and make her his own.

Gilgamesh is afronted. Why he wonders does she mock him so. The answer is blaring clear to all but the mighty ego.

He has let his brother, her lover, Enkidu, perish in the forest. She despises him. It lifts her to see him so broken. So she hits him where it hurts.

Revenge

So sweet but short lived

Shamhat taunts Gilgamesh

No more than he deserves.

Shamhat jubilant in her triumph turns and runs into the temple. She shimmers and glows Goddesses like. Gilgamesh truly riled follows her blindly into the labyrinth of tunnels under the temple.

Woman

Or Goddess

A blur a movement

Entices the fool

Soon he is hopelessly lost.

Driven by anger and pride Gilgamesh follows what he believes to be Shamhat. Totally fooled he does not realize he is in fact chasing the Goddess Ishtar. Deeper and deeper he descends , he knows he must be almost at the centre of the labyrinth of the temple.

Deeper

Into the womb

Of the temple

Of a sudden the way is blocked.

We dance

We are the fates

We twist and turn

And carry the mask

As Destiny demands.
As a fate I look upon Gilgamesh, I have seen him at his best with his brother,yet mostly I have seen him at his worst, selfish, self obsessed, huge of ego.

Dressed

For pureness

Of heart and soul

With white mask

Bull of Heaven.

Gilgamesh faces the Bull of Heaven. The Bull accucuses Gilgamesh of killing Hu-Wa-Wa, Watchman of the Cedar Forrest.

Gilgamesh does not take kindly to this he raises his weapon and rushes at the Bull of Heaven. As he brings his mighty weapon down to kill the beast he realises that it is Enidiku’s axe he is using.

Chopped

Severed to shoulder

Blood spurts

No raging Bull

Masked ripped from the face

What face

No! It is ENKIDU’S face.

With the other fates I look and hope that Gilgamesh will learn . We know he will not..

Gilgamesh stands to the left side of a portal. Enkidu rises from the dead and stands to the right of the Portal. We fates are lead one by one through this portal of inner learning and receive a blessing from Anu and Aruru.

Everyone in the Temple passes through the portal and receives a blessing except Gilgamesh and the dead, again Enkidu.

Three Days

Three endless days

Gilgamesh runs the tunnels

Of the temple.

Stumbling he falls

Into the holy of holies.

The Devine council

Give him audience.

The Devine Council point out Gilgamesh’s short fallings. I as a fate am amazed he accepts their words … I, for one do not believe him.

Gilgamesh

Humble King

He with Ego

The size of the moon

Returns to Uruk

He has determined

To travel to paradise

To bring back the herb

The herb of immortality.

And so Gilgamesh returns to the city and washed, and then meet his mother Ninsun.

He tells her that the Forrest monster is dead.

She asks where is Enkidu, her heart is saddened by the news that he is dead.

Gilgamesh tell her he is going to find the herb that will bestow immortal life on his people.

A mother

Torn with grief

A mother loves her son

Even when that son is not worthy.

Ninsun, mother, Goddess.

Sends Gilgamesh off with her blessing.

So Gilgamesh leaves on his new quest with his mother’s blessing. He professes to be changed,he says he is sorry. He says he is doing this deed selflessly. I do not believe my ears as I hear him say.

Who is the handsomest

Of men

The bravest of heroes

Who killed the Bull of Heaven

Obliterated the Forrest Demon

Who will find Utanpishtim

And bring back his herb of

Immortality for my people

Who?

As I listened, my heart sank. I was so tired as I left the temple.

Back

Through time

I stepped

Time and space

From the city of Uruk

To Buxton wet, windy and cold.

The photo of the Bull of Heaven is by Sue Vincent.

Chapter 16: The Land Of Winged Bulls: Enki’s Domain

A beautiful post from Janmaligue

Dispatches from the Hinterland

Lammasu Lamassu from Dur-Sharrukin. University of Chicago Oriental Institute. Gypsum (?) Neo-Assyrian Period, c. 721–705 BCE

The boat finally drifts to the shores of a place I don’t recognise, a land of green and gold, marshland and desert. There are a few people standing on the shore, quietly watching my vessel land on a sandy bank. They move forward and grasp the vessel, taking a brief moment to place it near the simple port. We don’t speak each other’s language, but that presents no problem. What needs to be communicated is conveyed succinctly, accompanied by smiles and nods. There is more to this encounter, understood on a deeper level, without the need for speech.

Enki, Sumerian god of water, knowledge, creation and magic,

Enki, original patron of Eridu,

Enki, the purpose for this journey,

Enki, of the golden eyes and star filled temples.

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