"The Wes Penre Papers"
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:
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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.
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.
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
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
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!
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
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
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?”
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
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
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.
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
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
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.”
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.
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
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.”
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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
“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.