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"The Wes Penre Papers"
(Lucifer's Rebellion)
The Fourth Level of Learning

The Fourth Level of Learning
Paper #13: The Garden of Eden Revisited
by Wes Penre, Written on Friday, November 30, 2013
Posted on Saturday, February 15, 2014
Edited by Professor Bob Stannard


Table of Contents:

I. Isis’ Confession

II. Prince Ninurta’s Confrontation with En.ki on the Rigelian Battlefield

III. En.ki Back to the Drawing Board

IV. En.ki Takes on the Role of Mother Goddess

V. Isis’ Escape

v.i. Amongst the Ruins of a Queendom of Old

VI. The New Women of Fire

VII. The New Isis of the Underworld

vii.i. A Summary of the Different Bloodlines that En.ki Created, Before and After the Deluge

VIII. The Knights of the Celestial Cross

IX. Evidence of Marduk Marrying Isis

I. Isis’ Confession

I n a previous paper, I started telling the story about Isis and how she got involved with En.ki. Isis was the goddess who became the breeder, creating the human hybrid races that existed before the Flood. She was also heavily involved in creating En.ki’s Elite human hybrid race after the Deluge. However, she did not have anything to do with creating Homo sapiens sapiens. We were created from different genes, as we shall see. I also showed how she had been confused with Ninhursag, who is actually the name Prince Ninurta gave to Mother Goddess, and therefore, she was not the female who created the watered-down versions of humankind. Instead, Ninhursag was, indeed, involved in creating the previous, original womankind, who roamed the Earth before Lucifer arrived.

Over time, Isis slowly started waking up from the spell En.ki had put her under. Slowly, she began to feel deep regrets for what she’d done. Also, her real family—her father, Ninurta, and her grandparents, Queen Nin and Khan En.lil, must have thought very badly of her. She didn’t know what to do—she just knew she needed to get out from her imprisonment with En.ki. Unfortunately because of the rape, she now had a son, Marduk, whom she loved—he was her son, after all. She saw how he had been manipulated from birth by his father, En.ki, and taken on his father’s values and hunger for power. Still, as a mother, she knew that Marduk was not evil deep inside, and she couldn’t leave him with En.ki—who would destroy him totally.

She needed advice and went to see her father, Prince Ninurta, who at that time was in Mintaka, Orion’s belt. Her father met with her, and Isis was very tearful and regretful when she talked to him. At first, Ninurta looked at her with stern eyes, willing to hear her out, but probably not willing to forgive what she’d done. He asked her if she realized the consequences of her actions. How could she, being from the House of En.lil, be so stupid that she went with Lucifer, the Archenemy of Orion, gave him a son, and started giving birth to a hybrid race, destroying her father’s Experiment? What was she thinking? Ninurta’s tone of voice when he was asking this was very demanding and damning. He made sure she understood that he didn’t want to hear any lies. If she wanted to talk to him, she’d better tell him the truth, or he would never speak with her again.

Isis was quiet for a moment, thinking about what effect she had created back on Earth. By giving En.ki a progeny, she and he were now inseparable. She had become known as “Lilith,” the “Mother of Demons”—her reputation as a whore was widely spread in certain circles.

Then she started talking and deeply apologized for what she had done. She told Ninurta that she had been raped by En.ki, and Marduk was the bastard son, who was the result of that act.

Now it was Ninurta’s turn to be quiet. Isis saw his black face turn paler, and his eyes narrowed. His breath became heavy, and his eyes started shooting arrows. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing! His own brother had not only forced his daughter into marriage, but actually done so by raping her!

Prince Ninurta knew his daughter well enough to see whether she was lying or not. Their communication was telepathic, and he would have noticed if there had been blockages in her thoughts, but there were no secrets she was trying to hide. Her energy flowed freely and effortlessly when she was “talking.” In this case, there was no doubt—what she was telling him was the truth.

The Prince was absolutely furious, and he looked at his daughter in rage and said that his brother was not going to get away with this! Isis protested, and said that he can’t kill En.ki because if he does, En.ki will terminate the whole human race and everything else that originally was created by his mother and himself.

Ninurta shook his head while still looking at her, and he said, “there are other, better ways to deal with that bastard than to kill him—believe me! This time he’s gone too far!” Then he looked at his daughter for a while, and his rage decreased a few degrees. He said to her—this time in a much calmer voice: “You come to me so I can forgive you. What your husband has done to you is unforgivable, but in order to get so totally under his spell after that, you must have had some feelings for him. At this time, my daughter, I can’t decide whether I’m going to forgive you or not. I need time to think this over. You went against everything your father stands for, and not only that—you also showed total disrespect for what your grandfather and your grandmother have taught you! I am not willing to take you in yet. First, I want to see some real proof from you that you are willing to give him up once and for all, and I want to see you help putting things right again!”

Isis bowed her head and nodded. She understood. Her father could be very stern, but she knew he loved her, and what he did was still in her best interest. After all she’d done, he could have abandoned her right there—and maybe not even being willing to see her in the first place.

Fig. 1. Isis, Lady of Fire.

Isis had a last request. “What about Marduk? He is innocent in all this—he was just a child under the influence of his manipulative father. Please, let him into Orion, and keep him there for protection. Deep within, he is a good person!”

Ninurta said he could not make such a decision alone, so he consulted his mother, the Queen of the Stars. The Queen said, “This thing is not to be taken lightly. My granddaughter has been forced into a marriage because of a rape. It’s intolerable. When it comes to my grandson, Marduk, time will tell. My doors are always open for him, but at the moment, his loyalty is with his father, and as long as he has not repented and redeemed himself, I cannot allow him into Satania. Nevertheless, let him know that the doors are open, and he is welcome to dwell here, once he has totally made up his mind and has proven himself worthy.”

Isis retreated from the Palace, where she had spent so much time in the past, when she was younger. She felt a sting in her heart because it was here she had grown up, and it was here she felt that she really belonged. For now, however, she had to leave—she had no choice. She knew they wouldn’t take her back and let her in, the way the situation was now—she needed to make amends. With a heavy heart, she left Orion and returned to Gaia, where her husband and son were playing their vicious games, in which she no longer wanted to have any part. She was not enjoying the reunion with her new family.

Not too far after Isis’ journey, Marduk asked her why he was banned from visiting his grandparents and from being lifted up into the Palace of Satania. Isis felt obligated to tell the truth—even the part where the Empire considered Marduk being someone who was his father’s son. She told him, as well, that the door was open for him in case he changed his mind. Marduk was furious and said that he certainly sided with his father, who had been so badly treated by his family. Later on, when he talked about this with others, he insisted that the Queen and the Khan refused to let him in, and that he was banned from Orion, although he was innocent and never participated in the original Rebellion. This was not true, however, because the Queen had said in front of witnesses that Marduk was welcome back when he got his act together.

It is probably quite true, however, that Marduk was manipulated by his father to side with him, and it is very plausible that En.ki promised Marduk that he could take Prince En.lil’s place in the Heavens, once the Great Cosmic Wars were over.


II. Prince Ninurta’s Confrontation with En.ki on the Rigelian Battlefield


When Isis had left Orion, Prince Ninurta didn’t waste any time. He put on his armor, gathered his weapons, and prepared himself for war. He didn’t assemble any troops or anybody at all to follow him—this was entirely his own battle.

Still enraged, he travelled the short distance of about 200 light-years between Mintaka and Rigel, where the frenetic, destructive war was ongoing. The giant white-blue star showed up in front of him—extremely bright and quite large. Rigel, the second brightest star in the Orion Constellation—once a peaceful place, where star beings were evolving in happiness and companionship, was now turning into a wasteland. When Lucifer’s Angels and Demons entered the stage, everything changed. A civil war had already started from inside, from Lucifer using the same manipulated techniques that had showed to be so useful in the past.

The Rigel solar system has several planets orbiting the gigantic sun, and at least one of them carries life in a meaningful form. The main intelligent life forms in this solar system, otherwise, are star beings, i.e. they live inside their Sun, and are interdimensional.

Ninurta, however, aimed for the seventh planet, counting from the Sun and outward. In size, it was 1 ½ the size of Earth, and the life forms were therefore larger in stature than humans are. Many of them were Reptilians.

Ninurta used his perceptions and his technology to figure out the status of the planet, and he checked the star constellations to make sure he arrived in the right time period.

Fig. 2. The Battle of Gettysburg, in 1863, during the American Civil War.

When everything looked right, he descended through the thin clouds and landed on the top of a mountain (mountains are Prince Ninurta’s sanctuary), where he hid some of his baggage. He used supercharged binoculars to see what was going on far down on the ground level. What he saw was a fatigue battlefield. It was huge, and dead bodies were lying everywhere. If the readers have ever seen a picture of the aftermath of “The Battle of Gettysburg,” this scenario was similar (see fig. 2). The only difference was that this battle was still raging, although Ninurta could tell that the solders on all fronts had battle fatigue. One bomb went off and hit a target, but then it took a while before the attack was returned. Beings were running back and forth between sheltering trees, bushes and rocks, in order to change positions.

Somewhere in all this chaos, he knew that his brother was leading one of his legions. Khan En.lil was still busy fighting the war in Sirius, and Queen Nin was writing a peace agreement with an old enemy on another flank of the Orion Empire.

Ninurta didn’t waste any more time. He hurried down the mountain, fully armed, dressed in a well protecting armor, which was light to carry, but made all the difference if he was being hit by laser or electromagnetic weapons.

When he arrived at the bottom of the mountain, he ran across the battlefield, and took shelter behind a rock formation. Primitive bullets from a primitive population swished all around him, and some hit him in the side, in the back, or on the side of his head, but he kept running. These bullets didn’t do anything to him—the armor easily took care of them. He couldn’t be too careful, however, because there were those out there whose weapons actually could penetrate his armor, and if so, he had no one who could help him heal. He did carry some medical instruments, which he could use to heal himself from serious wounds, in case he was badly hurt, but how effective they would be would depend on the situation.

Ninurta sat behind the rocks for a while and studied the environment. He knew his brother all too well, and if there were somewhere on this planet, on any battlefield, that Lucifer would fight, it would be right here. He would use his advanced weapons against a civilization that was superior in numbers, but inferior in technology. These were the kind of odds Lucifer liked to play with—he called them “fair,” when in fact he had all the advantages.

Ninurta smiled sadly to himself when he thought about this, but then went to action. He jumped up on the top of a rock, showed himself as being totally fearless, and put a bullhorn to his mouth. He blew in it the strongest he could, and a loud tone rang over the battlefield. So loud was it that all firing stopped. Everybody wanted to see where that loud noise came from. He had gotten their attention!

When the sound from the horn had echoed out and faded, Ninurta changed to an amplifier in which he could speak, so that his voice could be heard over a relatively long distance. He shouted:

“Lucifer, Prince of Lies, King of Rape, Heir of Nothing, in control of nobody, where are you hiding? Do you recognize the voice of your own brother? Yes, I have come to see you, and where do I find you? In a place where death and terror reigns—where rats and cockroaches thrive, and a foggy darkness is all there is to see. Aren’t you supposed to be the Prince of Light? But you see, there are cracks in all darkness—that’s how the light comes in! And I am the Light, my brother, and the Light right now is your worst enemy! Come out from your hiding place, so I can see you!”

The battlefield was totally quiet—one could almost hear a needle fall. No one wanted to miss this scenario and what would happen next. Ninurta peered out over the field, where an early morning mist laid like a coating over the bluish landscape. No birds were singing—it was almost as if this entire god-forgotten place was abandoned, although Ninurta knew better.

Then, out of the shadows, came a tall gestalt. His armor was still clean, as if he still hadn’t been in battle at all, and in his hand he carried some kind of gun, although it was not pointed at Ninurta at that moment.

Ninurta jumped down from the rock and stood on the ground with his armed crossed, waiting for his brother to come closer. Lucifer stopped 20 feet from his brother and looked at him with a smile.

“You are calling me many names, brother. You, who think you’re so good that you can win everybody’s heart. You sure convinced our parents that you were better than I, didn’t you? They even chose you as the heir of Orion, although I am the eldest of us two. People call me “smooth talker,” and a “trickster,” but that’s just because they don’t know you. You have fooled the entire Royal Court, but one day, your false character will burst at its seams and you will be revealed for whom you are. When that happens, no one wants to have anything to do with you, my brother, but then it’s too late. I have already built my own Empire, and in a very near future, it will supersede Orion tenfold. Then, Orion will be no more. It will be under my jurisdiction, and its name will be changed to what I find appropriate. “Orion, the Hunter?” You’re such a liar. And you have the stomach to call me a liar? What do you want? I am fighting a war here, and I don’t have time to talk nonsense with you!” Lucifer’s hand around his gun hardened.

“Be careful so you don’t shoot yourself in the foot, dear brother!” said Ninurta with a loud and stead voice that could be heard over the battlefield. “It looks quite new, as if you haven’t used it before. I would put it aside until I’d learned how to use it, if I were you! But enough now! I haven’t come here to engage in a word battle with you. I have come here to take revenge for my daughter, Isis!”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed. “Isis? What about her? She is my consort now, as you very well know. The House of En.lil is losing its family members because they realize, one by one, that they can’t stand living amongst you, isn’t that correct? Isn’t it a little too late to think of revenge now after all the years Isis and I have been married? You have a grandson, too, brother. Too bad you’re so out of touch with your family—both your daughter and your grandson. It can’t be because of me, can it?”

“Stop your idiotic word games, Lucifer!” Ninurta shouted. “You raped my daughter, and your son is a bastard, that’s what he is! How dare you rape my daughter? Did you think you could do that without being reprimanded? Did you really think you could get away with it?”

“So what are you going to do? Kill me?” Lucifer laughed sarcastically. “You know you can’t kill me. You love your mother’s gift way too much for that. My sentimental brother doesn’t want his Living Library destroyed, does he? I, on the other hand, can kill you without any major repercussions. So what is it that you really want, Prince of Lies?

“Fight me, Lucifer! Show me that you are as quick in battle as you are with your tongue! Throw away your heavy weaponry and let us only use our knives!”

“You are shielding yourself—I can’t read your intentions—so I know not what you have in mind. But I am not afraid of you, brother. You are a great warrior, but so am I! And remember that you can’t kill me, if that’s what you are planning. I have people who would destroy your solar system in next to no time!”

“Don’t you worry about that, you little coward. Show yourself off instead! Show that you can defeat me! Show all these soldiers, hiding in the bushes, that you can defeat me!”

Both of them threw their weaponry on the ground, took off their armor, but kept their long, sharp knives, which looked more like scythes than they did knives. The two brothers put themselves in position, while soldiers popped up from behind their shelters to get a better look at what was happening. All fighting, except between the brothers, had now suddenly stopped. Beings from both sides of the battle, who had been trying to kill each other just a few minutes ago, had put their weapons down, and now standing up, they were totally visible to their enemies, who could easily kill them. However, it was as if all grudges were forgotten. As long as the battle between these two powerful brothers took place before their eyes, there was no conflict existing between all these soldiers.[1]

Ninurta didn’t want to wait for Lucifer’s first attack—instead, he was the one who attacked first. Steel turned against steal, and two strong bodies ran into each other with such an effort that one could hear their lungs emptying. The two combaters grabbed each other, fell to the ground, and rolled over, while they were punching each other hard in the face and in the chest. Ninurta could feel the sting from Lucifer’s sharp knife cutting through the skin on his right thigh, and he kicked his brother away from him to get a chance to reposition himself. He felt the warmth from the blood running down his leg. He knew immediately that the wound was just shallow, and nothing to worry about.

Lucifer, however, took advantage of the situation when he saw that he had wounded his brother, and rushed toward him at full speed. Ninurta saw the rock that was lying slightly to the right of himself, and when Lucifer came closer, he kicked the rock toward his brothers feet.

It had the exact effect Ninurta had hoped for. En.ki was not prepared, and didn’t expect the stone to suddenly appear in front of his feet, so he tripped on it and fell flat on his stomach.

Ninurta was over him in the blink of an eye, and turned him around on his back. En.ki had dropped his knife when he fell but couldn’t have done anything anyway, sitting tight in Ninurta’s grip. Ninurta had a stretched arm and hand around En.ki’s throat, and his knee on his chest, so that he couldn’t move. Ninurta, in rage, showed his scythe-like knife to En.ki and held it close to his eyes.

“This knife, my brother,” he said, showing his teeth, “I suggested we should use as our only weapons for a very specific reason. You see the shape of it? It can be used to cut somebody’s head off—something I could easily do to you right now!” Lucifer was sweating but did what he could not to show fear.

“You wouldn’t kill me!” he said, but this time he sounded less convincing.

Ninurta looked at him with disgust. “You’re right! It’s your lucky day, and I won’t kill you. However, you interrupted me before I was finished talking. I was going to say that this knife is also perfect to use for another purpose. Can you imagine what that would be?”

En.ki’s eyes widened in pure terror. “You wouldn’t…!”

In the next second, Ninurta hit En.ki’s face with his fist, cut up his pants with the sharp knife and castrated his brother in a matter of seconds. He took his privates and threw them away, out over the battlefield. He whistled, and a bird of prey descended from the skies, grabbed En.ki’s privates and flew away with them.

Ninurta stepped back and cleaned his knife, while En.ki lied on the ground, screaming in pain. He couldn’t believe that he no longer had his testicles!

Ninurta put on his armor again, stuck the knife into his belt, and looked at his brother without remorse.

“Listen and learn, brother!” Ninurta said. “You knew as well as anybody else that you don’t mess with an evolving race on an evolving planet. So what do you do? You walk around and copulate with every female in sight, although you know that this is strictly forbidden. Then you genetically engineer and manipulate the same evolving race and make them into slaves. After that, you create an Elite bloodline, consisting of your purest genes, and that of my sister’s, so you can make sure that your offspring has Ninurta’s blood running through their veins—through my daughter! This way you think in your sick mind that you will have enough Royalty to outdo me and get your heirship back. I have a surprise for you! It will not succeed! The Khan and the Queen will not change their minds, and their words can supersede the laws when it’s absolutely necessary. Do you really think that your behavior will make them vote in your favor? That’s an insult to me and to my parents!

Furthermore, do you think you can rape my daughter and not get punished for it? If you touch one more hair on Isis, I will gladly kill you—slowly! And I will annihilate you and destroy your Avatar!

Now, listen very carefully, my brother! This is my curse on you: No longer do you have any privates that you can use to continue producing your bloodline, or any bloodline at all, for that matter. You’re finished—no more intimacy with any woman—anywhere! Whatever you do from hereon in an attempt to regain your fertility will fail. You will never again, as long as you live, be able to create offspring. No more progenies! This, my brother, is my curse, and it is effective immediately. You have raped your last woman, and this is my revenge for having raped my own, beloved daughter! No more offspring, no more sex! Now, take this to clean up your mess and get the hell out of here!”

Ninurta threw at him a few small towels and some disinfection medicine, which also stopped the bleeding. He did not want his brother to bleed to death because he knew that En.ki wouldn’t hesitate to put his threat into reality and blow the Ar-i-du solar system into pieces.

Death in itself wouldn’t be the end of En.ki—he could shape another interdimensional body, as long as he had his Avatar—both En.ki and Ninurta knew this, of course, so it was no point in just cutting En.ki’s head off. En.ki’s fear in that instant, when Ninurta had the chance to decapitate him, was more in fear of losing his Avatar. Indeed, the only thing that would have killed En.ki, right there and then, was if Ninurta had destroyed his brother’s Avatar. This, he knew, he wouldn’t do under the circumstance.

However, how could Ninurta be so sure that En.ki wouldn’t go back to Earth, after the humiliation he was experiencing on the battlefield, and just annihilate all humans? Ninurta knew he wouldn’t because then En.ki’s penalty would be eternal death. Was it possible that En.ki would start treating humans worse in revenge for what Ninurta had done to him? Yes, this was certainly plausible.

Prince Ninurta sat down on a rock, studying his brother when he cleaned himself up. Once he was done, En.ki fled from the battlefield and left Rigel. Shortly after, Ninurta left as well, and returned to Mintaka. Warriors justice had been made!  

III. En.ki Back to the Drawing Board

En.ki was furious, humiliated, desperate, and for the first time in his life, really depressed. He had no way of breaking his brother’s spell—at least there was no way that he knew of. What was he supposed to do now? Not only had he been deprived of the pleasure of having sex, but he also couldn’t continue his planned experiment with bloodlines, using women as breeding machines.

After he’d fled from the battlefield in the Rigel star system, he went to Aldebaran and settled there. It seems as if that’s the place where he usually withdrew when he had to think, or if he were in trouble—it was his own sanctuary.

Soon, however, the solution came to him—he went to get his Mes made of sapphire and sent a communication to his son, Marduk, back on Earth, to immediately leave what he was doing and come to Aldebaran. Marduk, quick to please his father at this point, obeyed, and soon the two sat together in the Constellation of Taurus.

When En.ki had described what happened in Rigel, Marduk flew up, furious like someone who had just been robbed of all his personal items. “I will get that bastard!” he said, and was almost already out the door. En.ki calmed him down and commanded him to sit down again. “I don’t have time for revenge right now,” En.ki said, when in reality he was afraid of his brother. “That’s not why I called you over here!” Then he explained to Marduk the more serious situation—at least from his viewpoint—and that was that he no longer could reproduce. Marduk sat quiet, wondering where his father would go from here.

“Now it’s all up to you, my son”, said En.ki and put his hand on Marduk’s palm. He looked his son deep into his cold, black eyes. “From now on, you will be the breeder! Your semen will represent my semen, and thus, whomever you impregnate will still be of my pure bloodline—and yours too, for that matter. I want you to copulate with Isis, and I want you to do it a lot! The more offspring she can give you, the better. I don’t want any f..king engineering in this case—I want the hybrid bloodline to be pure as pure can be. This is very important. Do you know why?”

Marduk thought he did, but remained quiet. En.ki withdrew his hand from Marduk’s palm and leaned back in his chair.

“I need a breed of human hybrids that is above all other human hybrids back on Earth. I want them to be highly intelligent, having eaten from the Tree of Life—well, to some extent—and be 100% loyal to our cause. Even if you and I are away from Earth at the same time, I want to make sure we can trust this Elite with controlling and manipulating the masses and be able to do it right. I want us to promise them a reward for being loyal.

We will give them riches. We will give them almost everything they may desire in the material world, for they will be the leaders of the people until it’s time for us to take over entirely in the open in the future, at the time when we’re strong enough to take down the Orion Empire…”

“But father,” Marduk interrupted, “we already have such an Elite, who the masses look up to as the emissaries of the Gods. We have our High Priests!”

“Ah, that’s not enough!” En.ki crossed his legs (oh, that hurt!). He paused and continued. “The future on Earth will look very different from today. One day, the world civilization will blossom, and the humans will have the technologies of the Gods—or some of them. In fact, we will give it to them! We will prepare mankind for what’s to come. In order to take Orion, we need a high tech civilization. We need hybrid leaders who know how to really run a country—or a world civilization, too, for that matter. They will be assigned different tasks, and all these tasks will have as their purpose to control all different aspects of life. We will continue educating the Elite within the Mystery Schools and the secret societies, and they will learn on a need-to-know basis. The rewards will be in line with how dedicated they are. They will be taught that they will incarnate over and over within the same Elite bloodlines and never have to be commons—unless they disobey, of course. If so, they’ll be slaves just like the rest of the people next time we recycle them.

That’s not all, however! We need to keep track of each person’s weaknesses amongst the Elite. If it’s sex, we’ll give them sex. If it’s gold, we’ll make sure they get gold—as illegally as possible. Then, if they disobey, we leak their crimes to the public, little by little, until they learn to keep themselves in check. See, I don’t trust anybody anymore. You are the only one I trust, my son!

So, I would like you to return to Earth and start reproducing with Isis. You see, the offspring will have our DNA—our blood—and my brother’s blood as well, through his daughter. Do you understand what this means?”

Marduk nodded.

En.ki continued anyway. “This means,” he said, “that by using my brother’s blood when we create the Elite, we may safeguard our position in the Orion Empire. My bloodline may be considered purer than Ninurta’s, and I may bypass him in the Pantheon, so that they have no other choice than to make me the heir of Orion. That would be the real revenge on my brother! Then he can take my place and see how that feels for him! We are already planning to do all this, of course, but my brother may think that because he castrated me, I’m out of the picture. No way! You will be our assurance, Marduk. And as a reward, you will be the Crown Prince of Orion, once I take over. What do you think?”

“I’d be happy to accommodate you, father,” Marduk said in a low and chilly voice. “You are brilliant as always!”

“Good! I think I’m about done here, actually, so let’s return to Earth together. From now on, you will take my role, and I will take on quite another…”

So this became En.ki’s new plan. Isis would continue being the breeder, Enki and Isis would continue to stay married—at least for a while—and Marduk would take over En.ki’s business on Earth for some time.

Father and son returned to Earth.  

IV. En.ki Takes on the Role of Mother Goddess

On Earth, the new plan was set into motion. En.ki explained to Isis that in a huge battle in Rigel, he fought like a hero, killed a lot of enemies with his own hand, and in the end, the enemies fled as soon as they saw him. However, as it sometimes goes, her husband had gotten some war injuries, so Marduk had to take over the part of creating progenies with her.

Isis was less than thrilled to hear this. She was happy not to have to be intimate with her husband anymore, but having sex with her own son was not very tempting! Still, she felt she had no choice.

En.ki, on the other hand, decided to take on the role of Ninhursag—the Goddess herself. He started dressing up like the Goddess in order to look as feminine as possible. This was not too much of a stretch because in Orion, males address themselves as females when they present themselves to the Court, anyway, to remind themselves of their androgynous origins.

Now, because En.ki did not have any manhood anymore, he instructed his High Priests to castrate themselves as well, to honor En.ki/Nergal. Many people in En.ki’s Priesthood did what was required of them to show their respect and loyalty, but not everybody had the “courage” to do this. Those who didn’t had to resort to wearing pouches and tassels around their waists to show that they were of the Goddess.

Otherwise, the castration became a part of the initiation into En.ki’s Priesthood, which was named after his firstborn son, Marduk Ra, and became known in Egypt as the “Priesthood of Amen[2]. He rose to power and became the Chief God in the Babylonian Empire. Of course, this was also the time (after the Flood) when he and En.ki had the great opportunity to change the ancient records, and have the Priesthood write new ones. Therefore, Marduk is depicted as a benevolent Chief God in Babylon. In the records, he became known as a healer, and the one who brought peace to the Babylonian/Akkadian Empire by running off the oppressive Nabonidus.[3]

In the Priesthood Ecstasy Rituals, the eunuchs then played the role as the Goddess. Even today we see priests of Eastern sects castrate themselves in the name of their religion, and Kings and other rulers used eunuchs as guardians in their harems, as they were thought of as being asexual, which was not always the case…

Out of all this, a story, recently covered correctly by researchers, such as Sir Lawrence Gardner, emerges. By creating the mixed bloodline with En.ki (via Marduk), Isis, and Ninurta (via Isis), they corrupted and took over something that was created earlier by the real Ninhursag (Mother Goddess, just before the time of the Golden Age, referred to her people as the “Tan,” or simply “Dan,” or “Danu.”)[4] By Isis and En.ki/Marduk creating this new bloodline, they are laying claims to the throne that Ninurta has inherited. In fact, the Isis/Marduk/Enki bloodline becomes what is referred to as the “Grail Line,” or that of the “Fisher Kings.”[5]  They are signifying the aquatic Bird Tribe of En.ki/Nergal, which we were discussing earlier in conjunction with the Sirian Wars and the Dark Star.[6]

This bloodline has been very well protected throughout history, and something similar to a “police force” was formed already in an early stage. Isis/Ishtar/Lilith/Inanna now becomes the handmaiden to En.ki/Nergal.[7] The Secret Police is wearing one of Ninurta’s symbols, the “Celestial Cross,” to signify that they are protecting the seed line of Isis/Ishtar/Inanna (see fig. 3). The offspring are now direct descendants of Ninurta and are thereby claiming his right to the Throne of Orion, which was given to him by Khan En.lil and Queen Nin. Ninurta’s inheritance, which En.ki now claims includes the Earth, Sagittarius (the Constellation directly related to the Milky Way Galaxy), Ursa Major, and a lot of other asterisms belonging to the Orion Empire. The Tribe of Dan becomes a direct line, as well, to Ninurta’s Throne, via the seed line created by Marduk and Isis. So those who are of the Tribe of Dan and are still alive on Earth today are the offspring of Marduk and Isis, and therefore, also En.ki’s bloodline. Isis then becomes the “Eve” (the originator) of this bloodline, and she is instructed to have sex with the progeny of this seed line to keep it as pure as possible. In the ancient records, it says she has a Temple where this takes place, and she is working as the “breeder.” Foremost, as Inanna and Ishtar, she then becomes known as the “Harlot,” or the “Whore of Babylon.”[8] It is her seed line that is the one designed to rule the Earth, and the way it was done, this seed line has a direct link to Prince Ninurta of Orion.

Fig. 3. The Knights Templar, wearing Ninurta’s Celestial Cross.

This is a serious attempt by En.ki and his son to take the power away from Ninurta and give it to themselves, believing that the more purity they can provide via themselves and a long line of progenies, the better their chances are to inherit the Throne of Orion in a more “legal” way, regardless of what the Queen and the King of Orion think about them. En.ki’s and Marduk’s hope is that the rulers of Orion will have no choice other than to accept them. In order for this to work, they believe, the father and son need to seed a long line of progenies for the laws of Orion to take effect in their favor.

They probably understand that this may be a long shot, but these beings are obsessed with succeeding, and they are taking everything they can into consideration. This does not at all exclude a real invasion of the Inner Sanctuaries of the Orion Empire, and if this option needs to be played out (which seems to be the case), humanity is involved big time, working as foot soldiers for the gods.  


V. Isis’ Escape   

One morning, when Marduk, whistling and in good spirit, went to Isis’ palace to do his “ritual,” he found to his astonishment that she was gone!

He called her name, shouted her name, and turned her place upside down as he got more and more enraged, but she was nowhere to be found. There were no notes—nothing!

Furious, he left the building and went to see his father. He told En.ki what had happened—that Isis was gone—and if Marduk had been upset, it was nothing compared to En.ki. How dared she? He raged out, and Marduk called for his most reliable army officers, commanding them to find her. Within the hour, a whole army was set out to find Isis, but nothing of what had happened could leak to the person on the street. No one was to know that Isis had escaped from her husband, the great King Marduk.

The situation was serious, in case Isis was not to be found, or if she were found dead. This would mean that En.ki’s plan to find the backdoor into Orion had more or less failed—no more progeny from the bloodline of Ninurta! Marduk’s loyal officers were provided with crystals, so they could quickly communicate with their king.


v.i. Amongst the Ruins of a Queendom of Old

Isis had had enough. Little did she know that when she got back after she had talked to her father, she would have to sleep with her own son. That was the final decision that made En.ki’s spell over her break.

In desperation, Isis was fleeing in the cloak of the night and managed to get out of Babylon before dawn. Tirelessly and aimlessly she fled, northeast bound, without realizing where she was going. It was as if her subconscious mind was driving her.

Many days and many nights she was finding her way through the wilderness, toward the mountains which stood in her way. Although she was very cold at times, and both hungry and thirsty, she found that the mountains attracted her, reminding her of her father, whose sanctuary was the mountains. Before falling asleep in caves at nights, she was thinking about her father—how he had taught her shamanism and even how to create new species. She smiled to herself because it seemed as if she still remembered how to do all that.

One day, after had been on the run for more days than she could remember, she suddenly stood in front of some great mountains, and she stopped in awe. Her heart started beating faster in her chest, and her breathing sped up. On unsteady legs, she slowly walked toward the mountains. Something was very familiar about them, and it was as if she knew exactly where to go next.

She found the way in between two tall mountain ranges—like a passageway, which led into something that dwelled on the other side of these majestic peaks.

Suddenly, she came to a huge opening between the mountains, and she stood in front of a giant, clear-blue lake. Now she knew where she was! Without being consciously aware, all these days she had walked and walked, just to end up here in her father’s old sanctuary—in his ancient Mountain Paradise from where the Golden Age stemmed!

Fig. 4. Lake of Mountain Spirits, surrounded by the Sayan Mountains.

Isis looked around. The autumn leaves had fallen, and a cold wind was blowing between the mountains. The lake was overgrown, and so were the meadows that surrounded it. This place had been abandoned for a very long time, and what had once been an extraordinary beautiful place—in fact, the most beautiful place on the surface of the planet—the original Garden of Edin—was now a wilderness, void of the beauty she so well remembered. She had reached the area of Lake Baikal, surrounded by the Sayan Mountains in today’s southern Siberia, and she was finding herself standing before what remained of the “Lake of Mountain Spirits” (see fig. 4 above).

Isis fell on her knees and started crying. What had she done? How could she have been so mindless and so stupid? How could she have let Prince Lucifer put spells on her without her hardly even trying to break them? She had put shame on her father and everything he stood for. For eons, he had built an incredible paradise on Earth—something that was unheard of anywhere else in this Galaxy—and his daughter had sided with his father’s enemies! Where was her father now, when she needed him the most? Why hadn’t he helped her more?

A flood of shame and self-pity came over her where she sat, with a cold wind blowing through her long, red hair. For a long time, she couldn’t stop crying, but finally she fell sleep, totally exhausted.

When she woke up the next morning, the mountain winds were still howling, and she was cold to her bones. She got up and washed her face in the lake, and she saw the reflection of her face, looking back at her, like a mirror in the water. A very torn and tormented face, weather-bitten and tired, stared back at her. It was still a beautiful face, but it didn’t look at all the way she was used to. She let her hand move over her forehead, her temples, and her cheek, and she saw her reflection imitate her movements. She was almost in a trance, but in reality, it was the final wake-up call!

Suddenly, she stood up, took off her clothes, and dived into the lake—in spite of the cold weather. Amazingly, she found the water warm to her skin, as if the lake wanted to comfort her—to make her warm.

After a long swim, she got up, felt refreshed, and washed her clothes. She put them on rocks on the beach because she wanted them to dry. Yet, how could they dry under such harsh weather conditions? The winds were still blowing cold, as if they wanted her to freeze to death.

Naked, she stretched out her arms and looked up toward the mountain range from where the winds came. She smiled, and her eyes were suddenly determined, and they glowed like fire. She spoke, and her voice echoed between the mountains, sounding louder than the storm.

“Mountain Spirits, Storm Spirits, Water Spirits, don’t you know my name? Don’t you recognize who I am? Can’t you see the resemblance when I’m standing here naked—both in physical form and in spiritual form? Don’t you remember who was your Creatrix? Can you recall who cared for you? Who was it that nurtured you a long time ago?”

She paused, and the echo faded after repeating her words. The storm subsided just a little, as if the Storm Spirits and the Mountain Lords were considering her words, but still were not convinced.

She continued. “I am Isis, daughter of Prince Ninurta and granddaughter of Lady Ninhursag, the Queen of the Stars! The lineage of Orion is back, and with that the Great Shaman. I am asking you, Spirits of Storms and Winds, and I am asking you, Lords of the Mountains, to stop making me cold. Let the winds stop and the clouds wither! Let the Sun once again kiss the mountainsides and the valleys. Let this sanctuary—the Legacy of my Great Father—once again blossom! Let the river flow freely, and let the lakes be filled with the purest, most transparent water this world has ever seen since the days of Ninurta! Let the flowers grow in all colors, shapes, and forms, and let them invite insects to suck their nectar! Let me fill the valleys with animals that once again live in peace, eating only the beams of the Sun!”

It took no more than a minute for the storm to subside and the clouds that had covered the sky to wither. The bluest sky was opening up, and a warm, yellow sun shone over the valleys and the mountains, heating up the landscape. The Mountain Lords had heard her and saw who she was, and they obeyed.

Isis laughed—a relieving and happy laughter which echoed all across the ancient Garden of Edin. She didn’t know it, but even though her father was not there, he saw her, and he was pleased. He was proud of his daughter’s change and her recalling her heritage. She was still the great shaman she used to be at the time of the Golden Age when she was invited into the Garden to be taught the skills of her father. She had been an excited and fast learner—a true Lady of Fire.

An idea started taking form in Isis’s head. “Look at this beautiful land,” she thought. “I could certainly try to rebuild at least some of what my father once created here. I could make a beautiful Garden—I could invite animals and tame them! But most important of all—I could recreate womankind! To honor my father, I could recreate the great Namlú’u and close the Garden of Edin for the Patriarchal Regime. The Mountain Lords could help me with that. I could put a spell around this wonderful Paradise!”

And so she did. She still remembered how to seed life, and in spirit and in flesh, she created a new womankind, in her image and in her liking. Once again, a tribe of women lived in a revived Garden of Edin.

She also managed to resemble an army of loyal soldiers, who, together with the Mountain Lords, would protect her and her Creation. The Divine Feminine was once again at work on Gaia. Isis could feel the spirit of her grandmother emerge in the Paradise Valley.


VI. The New Women of Fire

Rumors started reaching Babylon. It came to Marduk’s attention that up in the north, there was a tribe of mountain people, who possessed great power—and more curiously—they were all women!

It didn’t take long for Marduk to understand that this was the work of Isis! In vain had they looked for her—it was as if she had been swallowed by the Earth Mother herself, never again to be found. Now he understood that she had gone to her father’s old sanctuary—a land the Patriarchal Regime could never claim as theirs.

The fact that Isis had created a new species—a new womankind—was very bad news for Marduk and his father. This meant that Isis now had more rights to the Throne of Orion than they, who had created a mix of males and females, had. Isis, surrounded by a lineage of feminine “pure-bloods,” was definitely in favor before Lucifer’s own creation. This had to be stopped!

Marduk sent out an army under Ninurta’s Bear Emblem, which signifies Ursa Major and Orionites tied to Arcturus—the birthplace of Ninurta’s and En.ki’s father, Khan En.lil. In their usual manner, they stole what they could from the Matriarchs and transformed it to fit with the Patriarchal Regime. In this case, the emblem was used intentionally, in an attempt to trick Isis into thinking that those who came were sent out by her father, Prince Ninurta.

Isis was not stupid—she was no longer under Lucifer’s spell and could certainly think for herself. When the army arrived, Isis asked the Mountain Lords to let the rains fall, thus using the same weapon as her father had used nearly 500,000 years ago, when he was defending his Garden of Edin from the attacking forces of Lucifer and his Fallen Angels.

Marduk’s army was swept away by the powers of the Weather Spirits, and many of the invaders drowned. Only a few could retreat and get back to Marduk’s palace alive. In the meantime, Isis and the females she had created, fled from the Mountain Paradise, knowing that it was just a matter of time before Lucifer managed to break in. Although Isis was an excellent shaman, she knew she had indeed forgotten some of her skills, and she was not as powerful as her grandmother and her father had been in protecting the Paradise. Still, her father also had had to flee, after some bitter fights with his brother’s army of dark spirits, a long time ago.

En.ki was again enraged. This woman had a tendency to really be a pain in his neck. How many times had she infuriated him by now? And once again, she had escaped Lucifer and destroyed his plans behind his back. Why was she avoiding him? Why all of a sudden was she against him? What had broken the spell? These were thoughts running through Lucifer’s clueless head.

However, things suddenly changed in En.ki’s favor. One of Isis’s creations—a Lady of Fire—was captured and sent to Marduk’s palace. He and his father found to their great disappointment that this woman was as perfect as was intended when Isis created her. There were no flaws in Isis’s Creation!!! After had come over the worst shock, they were starting to think about what to do next. As they saw it, Isis had betrayed them horribly, and who knew how many of these Women of Fire were out there in the world?

After a bit of pondering, the two plot makers came up with a solution. Once again, they had to make up a story—a new lie. If anything of this came out to the world, the story Marduk, as the authority in Babylon, would tell the people would be that Isis in her insanity had started to mix genetics and created highly imperfect beings that could be very dangerous because they were involved in witchcraft. They could put curses and spells on anyone they met, and it wouldn’t take much for them to do that.

Therefore, with Isis being “mentally challenged,” En.ki now decided that Marduk, Isis’s son, should be the Champion of the Gods, who superseded Isis’s attempt to restore Planet Gaia to the point when her father, Prince Ninurta, was here. His “magnificent self” was then looked at as being “lifted up to the KHAA.” Thus, he took the title of “Khan” for now. If he will ever inherit the Throne of Orion, he will be the Khan-Khan-Ur, where “Ur” means “one of a kind,” i.e. the “One God.” At the moment, he was only Khan-Khan-Us, where “Us” denotes “one of many.” From now on, all of Prince Ninurta’s characteristics, as well as Khan En.lil’s, would be passed on to Marduk via Isis, his mother. His symbol became the “Ankh,” which can be translated to “An” (Heaven) and “KH” or “KHAA” (life, Universe). (Ankh also works as an anagram for KHAN—if we change the letters in “ANKH” around, we get “KHAN”). Thus, he was claiming the “Throne of Isis” (Isis is often depicted with an Ankh), and this would give the impression that Marduk had a direct link to the KHAA and the Inner Sanctuary of the Orion Empire, and only through him could humanity communicate with the gods. As we can see, En.ki was now working more in the background, letting his son gain more and more power—at least as a front to the people. Marduk also claimed the same title as Khan En.lil, but in fact, behind the scenes, it’s En.ki himself who was claiming the title. Still, it’s complicated due to En.ki’s castration. After that, Marduk became the male breeder and would technically be the one who inherited the Throne of Orion, in case their plan would succeed. However, knowing En.ki, he certainly had plans that would not allow that to happen either. He would never seriously allow his son to take his place in the ranking of the gods.