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Lord of the Deep. Hunting Hum-Ba-Ba. ~ Willow Willers

The Silent Eye

Willow continues the tale of her experience at the Lord of the Deep workshop:

Ritual three Hunting the Tree Demon.

So peace came to pass

Twin brothers ruled the land at last.

A peace reigned and all was well

But Gilgamesh would send this soon to hell.

Enkidu begged his brother to be calm

Yet he cannot calm the giant ego bent on harm.

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So here I am again dancing the fates, I hold these two brothers lives in the palm of my hand. I am not alone the other fates are here too.

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To city elders, Gods and Goddesses they appeal.

Enkidu states his fears and his brother laughs

There is no stopping a giant ego

He is deaf to all reason, will not do things by halves.

One with heavy heart into the far beyond they go.

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

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.

A man appears, someone who is…

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Dereliction of Duty…

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…It was a day of surprises.

For the matter beneath his feet to commence shaking was a surprise because it had shown no prior predilection so to do and hence had come to be regarded as stable.

Given the ‘most stable’s’ new propensity, somewhat less of a surprise but still, unthinkable, his previously stable walls also began to shake.

The third surprise came hot on the heels of the other two.

As the usually reliable roof-tiles cascaded around his head, he realised that a shock-wave could be seen with the naked eye.

It was the last thing he saw.

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Knockety knock…

 

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“The door-knocker, Herr Doktor, is misnamed,” said Herbert, giving the door three resounding knocks with his knuckles, “…door-knockers, rap!”

He demonstrated his contention and the door-knocker rapped-out three sharp retorts in marked contrast to the previously administered knuckle-knocks.

“Anyway, there doesn’t appear to be anybody home,” concluded the Doctor.

“More’s the pity,” grinned Herbert eyeing the elaborately designed door-knocker with evident relish.

The two men turned to leave.

Just then the door opened and a long, leathery-tongue wrapped itself around the Doctor’s ankle and dragged him within.

Herbert walked on, his mind elsewhere, oblivious…

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Caladur: Desire…

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…”How can I, that is neither, be both

an old man and a boy?” said Ewan.

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“Is not every man that which was

and that which shall be,

and should not a man,

one day, see the face of his desire?” said the boy.

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“Tell me, then, what is my desire,” said Ewan.

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And Ewan heard an answer but that answer

was spoken in an unknown tongue and as he looked,

the strange, green-clad child faded from his sight,

and when he stooped to examine the place where he had been,

there was only long grass and thistles which waved in the wind…

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