The Night of … 1661
Let Us Create Him in Our Image
Most – if not all of the “virtues” I eschewed as a “yute” – as my Cousin Vinnie would say – We (the Trinity) have slowly incorporated into our orbit. Good thing too. You don’t want to have to be dealing with demons in these turbulent times.
I’m still working on the “perfect” balance of ingredients for my detox concoction. Two nights in a row so far. It’s a slow sip – which is very unusual – but good practice for your humble wizard. I like my beverages hot and sweet. You know like that dude from Star Trek – Miles – “double hot double sweet.” That’s yours truly with black tea. I don’t know what I like more; watching the steam swirls dance around in the evening sunlight or feeling the hot sweet tea on my tongue. This stuff is different – it’s hot & spicy and bitter! It’s our nightly tonic. Similar to the blokes who might have a nightcap of Rum, Whiskey or Vodka – or some such. I just started this routine last night. The second thing I noticed after the taste is that it dilated my blood vessels; especially in my forearms, which are leaner than my upper arms. If I want my biceps arteries to show up I’ve got to do some real pumpin’!!!
But later for that stuff.
I was going to beg off tonight because we did a lot of work and it’s close to bedtime and yadda yadda yadda.
In our last episode the Igigi were complaining about the work they had to do. It was tiring and they only seemed to notice after they were at it for 200 thousand Earth years. While these complaints are covered in the Sumerian chronicles, there’s nothing that I have encountered that described the mining process, or for that matter – as mentioned yesterday – the progress of the reparations to the Nibiruian atmosphere. Mind won’t let that slide.
I’m that guy in the movie theater trying desperately NOT to pick apart the dumb shit that’s necessary to keep the story going. Like that scene in some flick when Andy Garcia is playing matador in a garage against this dude on a motorcycle that’s trying to kill him.
One would think that if these aliens had the tech to cross the solar system, they wouldn't be mining gold with shovels and pick axes. Or carrying it from underground and loading it onto a space ship to deliver to Mars before heading off to Nibiru to do whatever they had to do to fix the atmosphere.
Okay – exhale – and continue …
Long – long – long – long story shortened; The rulers agreed that the Igigi’s work was hard and thankless, but Enki – who was a scientist, geneticist, biologist, polygamist, alchemist and bastard child of Anu – had an idea.
“We can maybe create a worker,” says Enki.
“What?” says Enlil, Lord of the Command incredulously. “duh-fuck you talkin’ ‘bout Willis?”
“Now here me out broh,” says Enki, “There are some critters on this planet that walk on two legs – we can train them to do the work – so that the Igigi – which outnumber us a thousand to one; don’t turn against us.”
Enlil was vehemently against it. “It’s not our place to be juggin’ with the natural order of life. That’s for the creator of all.”
Pit Stop – This “creator of all” business is another “tell” that this fantasy isn’t legit. Religiosos are Not going to accept atheism, not even from space aliens. It’s subtly inserted into the narrative that the Annunaki believe in a “being” superior to themselves. And when aliens do come back here to wipe out their Frankenfolks – the clergy will attempt to appeal to Annunaki intergalactic religion to have mercy on which ever denomination they (the clergy) are representing.
Okay … it may take the rest of the month but we will eventually get to the point. But maybe you are getting it already.
Enki was the boss of Earth and of the Waters, but Enlil was the boss of the whole operation. Enki doesn’t listen to Enlil. He and is sister Ninhursag “captured” (I believe this is the exact word used) - some of the native hominids that were roaming around free on the planet, minding their own business – and the mad scientists started doing eugenics experiments on the poor frightened critters. Some of whom were very strong, frightened and angry and violent! These animal trials took another hundred thousand years. Which was a hundred thousand years of more mining and complaining by the Igigi.
There were a lot of failures which are described in more detailed accounts of the story.
Now that I think of it, this info supposedly comes from the Sumerian tablets which were translated by Zecheria Sitchin and published in a series of maybe a dozen books. The collection is for sale somewhere, but several creators have AI’ed those books into movies that are out there somewhere.
Anyway, the lack of accuracy with which we recount this narrative doesn’t really matter. The bottom line is – Humans were never meant to exist on this planet. The Annunaki literally stole the evolution from which ever critters they used to create Us humans. They pre-genocided an entire species for the sake of creating a worker – a slave race – to mine gold.
According to my calculations 300 thousand earth years have passed (88 1/3 Nibiru “shars”) and the Annunaki still have not fixed things on their planet. They are building stuff down here and raising families. If I recall correctly, Enki is based on Earth and Enlil is in the “Mother Ship” between Earth and Mars running the logistics. Nearly a century of shars (Nibiru’s orbits around the sun) and the atmosphere still isn’t fixed!!
After 100 thousand Earth years of failure, the Annunaki tried this “one weird trick.”
It’s just crazy enough to work.
See you tomorrow.
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