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Fallen Angels :
A fracas in the streets of Šàlim and a call for "Enki, Enki!" awakened Sa'am-Enki from his rest and brought him quickly to where Ama'argi, Nungal and Anunna were gathered, very excited, while flying vessels of the Kingú passed overhead. Zehuti came to meet Enki and quickly explained: a contingent of Kingú was requesting asylum in the Abzu! Enki's decision was required on the spot.
Only one choice was possible, though this was not without its risks. The Kingú were forbidden to remain in the Abzu, but they could take refuge in the numerous grottos and natural tunnels hidden within the earth's crust. (Do we know about these today?) The royal Gigirlah stayed on until the Ama'argi finally trained their guns on them.
That is how a certain number of Kingú came to take refuge under the mountains of Uraš.
This is one of many paintings depicting the theme, always with the same elements: angels rebelling against God and falling to Earth. In the usual theocratic interpretation, these angels-gone-wrong (after all, they opposed "God", they mated with God's human creatures, etc.) are being punished for their sins.
But many events could account for this racial memory. Here, Parks suggests the banishing of some of the Kingú to homes under the surface of the Earth after being defeated by An, Enlíl, and the Anunna, though none of these players could be called angels by any stretch.
And - how ironic - An, Enlíl, and the Anunna themselves, the would-be Gods, were chained to the Earth by the Life Designers after destroying the Queen, Tiamata.
Parks also cites the interaction between the "angels" of god of the Earth (the Anunna, "angels of Yahvé") and the Nungal (sons of the Elohim).
Aria :
The incident of the Kingús' requested asylum clarified and brought immediacy to the situation. Sa'am and his people could not remain in isolation while his Kuku were consolidating their hold on the planet. At the particular moment, roles were still fluid, and now was the time to attempt to optimize them. The first step was to mark their territory and to signal their presence.
Zehuti was ordered to take command of 100 Gigirlah and to begin patrolling the planet's exterior, keeping in constant communication. Mam, Sé'et, and Sa'am posted themselves on Aria (Antarctica), the sparsely-populated boreal (southern in our times) continent on which the Ama'argi had established several scientific stations.
Aria was a verdant country upon which the north (south) wind played agreeably, sometimes melodiously with the airs around the declivity leading toward the Abzu.
Aria / (Antarctica) :
The name of this frozen continent of today has surprisingly rich ancient associations. Rich and varied, yet Parks' information unifies them handily, once it is understood.
The Sumerian form, A-RI-A: "desert country, region".
Connotation in Latin vocabularies is "melody".
Sanskrit: colonies established in India, also designating "nobles" or "masters".
Egyptian Book of the Dead: Ariâa, meaning "guardian" and above all "gatekeeper of the opening to Amentet (or Amenti)", which is to say of the "other world", the abode of the righteous" in the Egyptian funerary texts.
The Egyptians of the more recent dynasties regrettably confound this "other world" (indicating the terrestrial Duat) with A'amenpteh (Atlantis).
Sa'am's party landed in a region "filled with natural folds" -- mountain ranges! He had never seen such as these up to this time. The elevations were snow-covered. No Ukubi had ever been implanted there.
The peaceful plains basked in a temperate climate. But this was far from the temperatures of Margíd'da (Ursa Major) or of Mulmul (the Pleiades). Sé'et shivered a bit.
Briefing (2) :
Mam said to us suddenly, "The time has come!"
She brought out a small yellow crystal from a case on her waistband and twirled it above her head. In just the time it took to turn her head several times to scrutinize the surrounding area, two Namlú'u appeared suddenly in our dimension. They seemed to me even larger than those whom we had been accustomed to meet. Their stature impressed me terribly.
Neither Sé'et nor I had known that it was possible to summon Namlú'u with the aid of a mineral like that.
"These are Namlú'u from very high levels. I am the only one to possess this crystal; no one must know of the existence of this stone! Dim'mege is its guardian when I am absent from this planet," whispered our progenitor.
Nammu then addressed them with these words:
Welcome to you, and we thank you for honoring us by your presence.
Mam raised her hand. The two beings tall as mountain responded in the same fashion. One of them suddenly changed his physiognomy. It was only at that moment that I understood that the Namlú'u are polymorphs. My stupefaction was even greater when the being addressed us in our language :
The creatures of the world of duality are good companions when they detach themselves momentarily from the ego to meet us. It is always a joy to meet with you, Šubatám.
ŠUBA2-TÁM (brilliant reflection) was the name that the Namlú'u gave to Mamítu-Nammu. The Sumerian decomposition of this epithet can equally be translated as "brilliant precious stone". As so often happens, the Sumerian offers another translation thanks to a game of words. The surname can equally be transposed to ŠUBA-TÁM, "the brilliant guardian", which conforms to Nammu's role as the great life designer of Uraš.
(Mam) Times are difficult for the allies of the Source. Specimens of limited flowering, belonging to our own family, arrive on Uraš. You do not know them yet. They are different from the Kingú. They have hunted your creators and are actually in conflict with the Kingú. They disturb the fragile peace that dwells in Ti-ama-te (the solar system) and wish to transform this part of our universe.
(Namlú'u) Yes, we have seen these beings. Our founders have also spoken of them and of their relations with the Kingú. They call them the Gílimanna (Celestial Bestiary) [see Decoder]. The last Kadištu with whom we have been in contact actually are the Urmah. What can we do at this time to please you?
(Mam) We have thought that it would be judicious to introduce you to these Gina'abul in order to inform them of the genius of the emissaries of the Source. Your presence thus revealed cannot but contain their malevolent projects.
(Namlú'u) Heaven is immense. Its stars are infinite; some are born today while othrs die at the same instant. The ocean is great and its pearls innumerable, but some seem more pleasing to view than others. Uraš is vast and its different forms of life are considerable, but are all subject to the rhythm of the KIGAL which arises from life, death, and rebirth. If a primitive form of life issued from the Source wishes to install itself on Uraš, we cannot stand in its way.
The KIGAL of Uraš is a place where changes regularly occur. It is a world of change and duality.
(Mam) This world will go to its ruin if the plans of the Gina'abul are not restricted. You yourselves are in danger!
(Namlú'u) We are not ignorant of that, Šubatám (brilliant reflection). Our first role was to guard the KI of Uraš for the emissaries of the Source. We have done that for many Limamu (millennia). At present, a master of the KI has been designated by you, yourself. We rejoice to see that he appears to be your son.
Nothing happens by chance, Šubatám. Our founders have truly not been repulsed from Ti-ama-te (the solar system), but have retired temporarily to allow duality to have its way in this world where the evolutionary process of the soul largely predominates. However, the founders never cease to watch!
We defer to your judgment and that of your son Enki. If you think that it would be wise to introduce us to your brothers, then we will agree to it.
Prophetess :
He is there, he arrives, the murderer of our sovereign. His project is horrifying! The furious winds blow with him. She falls as a flowing star in the night, she, the faithful ambassador of the Source who dreamed of a permanent truce for all the Gina'abul. In the shadow of the patriarch sidles the carnivore, the seducer of the Nations. The Sipad (herder) of the flock whose march is teetering. His designs are sinister. The multitude honors him blindly with a single voice. He drinks from their sorrows and his work on the earth... and she falls, the Ama (mother), she plunges into the deep ocean. No one can do anything.... The wave, the breaking wave...