THE LAST DAYS OF SUMER: TAKING REFUGE FROM THE “EVIL WIND” INSIDE DERINKUYU

“You are my Rock of Strength . . . My Soul Companion . . . Our bond Stronger than Friendship or Love.” 

[ excerpt of Sumerian poem when Enki ingested eight sacred plants becoming ill, and Ninhursag (referred to in this text as “Ninti” meaning ‘lady of the rib’) heals Enki.

This is my past life memory of the last days of Sumer.

It is necessary to explain what occurred in the last days of Sumer, more specifically concerning the use of nuclear weapons. Equally important is understanding why Ea’ account was slightly different in the ‘Lost Book of Enki’ (Sitchen 2001) than what actually happened in those days.

Because of callous remarks by the likes of Janet & Sasha Lessin and a few others concerning the use of weapons of terror (nuclear) it is necessary to explain the Lessin’ broad brush-stroke false impression they gave their readers  ~ that the Anunnakene routinely used these type weapons then callously left. We did not use them routinely nor did we leave after they were used in Sumer. These false impressions are a far cry from the truth.  

Something humanity does not know was that Ea had to change part of the actual story (the decision to use them) around a bit in the retelling of what happened in order to keep me safe after having spied on Enlil preparing to use them. Ea’ tablets (like other stories in our tablets) are not verbatim. 

Because of this and more I feel there is a need for clarification on what really happened.

Given factions that existed since our childhood with Ea & myself on one side and Enlil the polar opposite, the culmination of fundamental differences resulted in many lifetimes of grief, pain and death with Enlil in the Eagles Seat secretly orchestrating many terrible deeds.

I earned the name Ninhursag (the peacemaker) for unwaveringly intervening in keeping the peace. No small task in those days. In Sumer (just like back home )factions continued between  the Enlil Camp  v. the Ea and I Camp, regardless of peaceful interventions things  still went horribly wrong in Sumer’ Last Days.  

To begin with Enlil would be outraged at the slightest sign of Ea or myself gaining even a few more square inches of land, additional authority in any decision making and the like, than his own children.

While some who have read all of Sitchen’ (musings)  feel the blame for the use of weapons of terror is squarely on all Anunnakene, it was not. The whole story is much more complicated than Ea was able to express in his tablets. Additionally the stressors of writing his “Lost Book” while hiding from Enlil and his crazed sons (at that time) shaped what Ea would and would not write in them.

There were many issues that factored into question of what should and shouldn’t be written about.  Marduk asserting his power, his numerous escapades to undermine things on many fronts.  Inanna’ efforts to expand her territory. It must be made explicitly clear here that in order to fully understand the situation with Inanna you would have to know WHO Inanna really was.

It was during these times of heightened tensions in Sumer that the most fatal of decisions was made to stop anyone from progressing or gaining more than Enlil and his children.

Following Enlil’ queue the younger generations began with verbal threats towards Enki’ or my children and always between the sons.

The daughters never engaged in horrific war out of greed they like Enki and others, gave of and preserved life. The only exception being Inanna. The history of what actually happened after Inanna was taken to the underworld by Ereshkigal  and subsequently not willing to return into her mangled body once she was attacked by her sister (Ereshkigal) after Marduk started a rumor that was a complete lie . . . was never written in the texts. There is a very good reason why and I shall reserve that part of Our history (because of its complex nature) for a separate post.

Rendition of Nanshe, Goddess of social justice, prophecy, fertility and fishing; one of Ea & mine’ daughters.

At first the factions created between The Sons of The Gods (so-called “Gods” but We never called ourselves Gods, Enlil started that crap . . .) were fairly infrequent. Then becoming almost as reliable as the sunrise another whopper of a fight would break out over who has what and who should have this or that.

Queue the sound of screeching tires . . . Gods??  an aside ~ with a very brief glimpse through the windows of our lives then.

A very good example of the absurdity of the times was the term “God” in referring to Us, Anunnakene. The only reason We were ever called Gods was because in the earliest of days (while first establishing the earliest cities) Enlil was mocking the humans: Enlil overheard some humans referring to us as the Gods . . “The Gods do this and the Gods did that . . . ” so Enlil ran with this reference like a baton in a relay race and insisted temples be erected to “honor us Gods.” That whole concept was a crock of you know what, based on Enlil absurdly egomaniac behavior.

(Top: Sumerian Bee Goddess; Bottom: Greek Bee Goddess.) Gods /Goddesses were not phrases we normally used to address others.  Lord and Lady were used often out of deference to each other . . .but God we did not use.

Ultimately Enlil created differences and misunderstandings about us based purely on what he thought was a ‘humorous’ translation of what humans thought we were.

Enlil was given charge of more than he should have been allowed based on his total lack of diplomacy (back then.)  Asking all of us to gather before him, Enlil set forth his decrees . . .  there we were in a great hall to listen as he insidiously laughed and said (quote,) “If they call us Gods then we shall have temples built so they can honor the Gods.” Among the other insipid decrees, leaving Ea, myself and others to wonder if Enlil had lost his mind.

Saying that about humans calling us Gods,  is a direct quote of Enlil  ~ yet it was never written in our tablets of daily activities as far as I know.  We were there and heard him say that about “being Gods” and this past life memory is extremely clear; but whether anyone scribed his exact words at that meeting is uncertain.

If humanity today could have seen with their own eyes, the shocked faces during the long hours announcing his many decrees, they too would have either rolled their eyes, whispered criticisms or both most assuredly.

Enlil was doted on way too much as a child back home. By the time we founded Sumer his megalomania was out of control.  For example in another life when Enlil came in as Seth killing his brother Osiris (Ea,) everything Seth did was out of jealousy and for ultimate power. To fully understand the bigger picture of Enlil’ megalomania would require numerous posts of his past lives. 

In many times through human history our own half-brother (under other names, including Enlil coming in as Pygmalion, killing (Sychaeus who was  also Ea and I as Elissa) either killed myself or Ea  out jealousy, greed, power or all three and killed as many others in the process as possible. The same was a similar case in Atlantis.  Atlantis wasn’t technology out-of-control as some believe, but a natural earthquake & subsequent deluge (tsunami) that one of Us had a vision of happening then tried in vain to warn the city to evacuate. It was Enlil who ordered that “individual” under his guards watchful eye with threat of quick death if that person warned the city of the coming deluge.  To explain fully requires more than I can dedicate to here. Let it suffice the last days of Sumer is yet another example of how far Enlil would go for greed.

Between the drops of poisoned lies among Sitchen’ pints of varying truth and Enlil’ spoiled, overindulged, absurd, selfish, megalomania behaviour, we as a people looked like (in general terms at least) that we were an off-world people with no compassion domineering and controlling towards humanity.

These factions of good and bad between our half-brother’ camp and Ea & I’ camp,  gave the impression to those who came later that Enlil’ bad tempered and at times horrific behavior seem like tenable truth about ALL Anunnakene.

As stated on this site’ About We page the actual upgrade of humanity was tens of thousands of years before the Adamu were created for mining. Sitchen was and always will be in  Anunnakene’ records, a real deceiver.

Back to Sumer’ last days. . . .

My intuition would always alarm me when the necessity would arise. I wouldn’t even have to be in close proximity of the issue at hand: my heart would just feel it and I would see it.

I followed where my heart would tell me to look till invariably I would find at least two screaming and cursing, punching with the threats becoming the lines drawn in the sands of Sumer.

Sometimes they would just show up near me automatically expecting me to mediate the situation.

Bitter factions based purely out of greed until I was truly at my wit’ end breaking up the fights. You cannot imagine how many times I gingerly posited that their decisions are based on greed, reminding them of how much they already have.

It was during these days that the air was thick with revenge and it was only a matter of time before someone would go too far.

I finally went to Enki and said I was exhausted from breaking up their absurd arguments. I expressed to Enki my love for our children and how I hated seeing our own families on the fringe of war over the pettiest of issues. I remember asking Ea, when are these (boys) going to come to their senses? I am exhausted from negotiating between them daily. Knower of hearts that Ea is he tried calming my nerves but the situation was getting out of hand.

Nergal

Ninurta

Neither of us nor our priests saw it coming. I believe that is because it was carried out so quickly and so surreptitiously that no one had an inkling.

As it was in the end those that made the most horrific of judgments against millions of innocent lives were actually the most well to do having nearly every whim of their entire lives satisfied and never truly suffered one bit.

As the conspirators plotted secretly to bring death to so many . . . they felt no remorse whatsoever for their actions; that is not initially. Given Fate, no one lives forever. Even the least remorseful of the annihilators once they ‘passed’ to the in-between or “the other side,”  felt in the depths of their Souls immense guilt fully knowing the inconsolable repercussions of their hasty decision upon all that lived.

These animosities would result in threats of killing Enki, or me and our children; sometimes the threats were to kill everyone.

Enki and I endured threats nearly daily from Enlil. Then these threats carried over into the daily behavior of Enlil’ children.

What we do as parents /grandparents greatly skews the younger generation’ belief systems.

[ An aside: In fact, Enlil’ constant death threats to Ea & I paved the way for the U.S. Army & Russian secret flight to the moon of Apollo 20 (not a hoax) as both agencies would like the public to believe.

In brief: Apollo 20 took both agencies to the moon to look closer at an old ship identified by satellite (or other means, possibly previous Moon missions?) and eventually retrieved the Mona Lisa (not her real name) and her partner’ remains. The landing crew of the Apollo 20 found (Mona Lisa) suspended in a state, “not alive nor dead.”  Many people know that part of the story. What many do not know was that “state” she was found in was Mazarek technology. The Mazarek are often confused with “greys” by humans.

Her partner on the ship or what remained of him after the cannibalistic Dorsay killed him at the behest of the Indugukt  aka Tall Whites, occurred in 3280 B.C. and not millions of years earlier, nor was the ship billions of years old, but was much older than Mona Lisa and her partner’ presence on the Moon. Delving into the details of this situation and how it came about, should remain for a separate post as it would be very long in explaining. Needless to say but I will reiterate Enlil’ threats started the (above) mess on the Moon. ] Now back to the last days before nuclear weapons were unleashed on parts of Sumer.

An uneasy stillness blanketed the territories but it wasn’t the lack of daily fighting that alarmed me the most. It was the unnatural quiet and feeling of DREAD that engulfed me. Some would call it a very bad gut-feeling.

My intuition was warning me that something far worse than threats over expansion of territories were brewing. I searched out Enki and found him a few miles from where this feeling of dread began inside me.

I had no idea at that moment WHAT was really happening. I tried getting a remote view but somehow that feeling was being blocked; knowing our kind and our abilities  to do just that to another’ mind this was a huge red flag.

My intuitive heart then as now ~ has never failed me.

I went to where Ea was. He was working on some project so I said to Ea . . . My love something is very wrong. . . I don’t know what but I need to go see with my own eyes. Ea stopped his work for a moment and reached out to embrace me saying unalarmed, ” Report back to me as soon as you know something.” Nothing more was said. Something (or somebody) told me I needed to look on Enlil’ lands.

Entering my ship I rose up into the nearest cloud for safety. There were not that many clouds that day and not much wind moving either.

I had to proceed very carefully. An intense fear grew inside my heart: something was definitely wrong.

Given the animosities,  if I had been caught spying like this near Enlil’ city I would have certainly sparked suspicion by any of his people and possibly unleashed his wrath.  The cloud was my only safety at this point.

I had to find out why I had such a sickening feeling inside me.

As I drew closer to Enlil’ city I thought just that: What if I do get caught spying? Enlil would consider it a form of treason against him for certain but what would he do to me? I did not know.

My intuition and insight was a gift from my father Anu and I am grateful for that gift to this day.

I arrived undetected at Enlil’ city and with the ships bio-integration system scoured his compound for him, any of his sons or anyone whose hearts would tell me what Enlil may be up to. The intuitive feeling that something was very wrong, kept coming from Enlil: I could see his face brooding in an alarming way.

I remember taking the chance of asking a few people if they had seen him. When asked with suspicion as to why I was looking for Enlil I did not let on and kept the brief conversation as light as possible, then took my leave as if it was just a casual visit.

The only thing I could do at this point was to ask the ship which biologically interfaces /bio-integrates, where is he? (while visualizing Enlil in my mind.)

Extraordinary tech and faithful by design my ship guided me to the edges of a mountain range I never travelled. I did not remember till flying back toward Ea that I had been there only once before. It was Ea who had been the one to take me there many years earlier. As my ship drew closer to this particular mountain range it still had not sunk into my conscious mind what this place meant. At first I did not recognize the area.

I began to remember years earlier Ea landed his ship in this same area and asked me to follow him. His face grew serious and Ea said, “Stay here . . .” while he walked into a cave entrance and right back out again. As I followed (and didn’t stay put) to look into the cave myself, Ea stepped in front of its entrance refusing to let me see anything.

I ask what is it? Why won’t you let me see ins-i-d-e . . . and my words fall off at his sudden change in behavior.

With a look on his face I cannot describe and his legs apart . . Ea stood not moving. In all honesty he looked like he would tackle me if I tried brushing past him. He finally explains that there “was something very dangerous inside” the cave and that I was NOT to see what that was.”

Ea then asked me to promise to tell him if at anytime I saw anyone milling about in front of this cave.

Since I was never in this region (ever) I asked, How am I going to see this if I never come to this region? . . . “You will see no matter where you are at” ~ meaning by remote view. And now that he has identified the cave entrance I would immediately recognize it and know danger lurked just inside.

This very same cave was where Ea had Abgal help him keep the most dangerous secret of all: hiding Alalu’ weapons brought on his ship to navigate the Hammered Belt.

All that lived in Sumer was betrayed in the worst way imaginable.

Ancient caves in Mesopotamia (now Iraq) and not the actual cave itself.

On a philosophical and completely disheartening note: Ea trusted Abgal never to reveal the location of the Weapons of Terror.

If my kind readers will indulge me,  another aside:  Not everything that happened was scribed verbatim in our tablets. Knowing full well no one else was up to the task of translating the tablets ~ apparently All Sitchen needed to serve his Alpha Draco / Vlash masters was to insert his translations, “humanity was created as a slave species by the Anunnaki” . . . except that statement by Sitchen is pure barnyard substances.

The real reason we “upgraded humanity” more than 124,000 years earlier was and always will be a mission of mercy: We saw Draco heading (after the Great Orion War) to Earth with the intent (in their easily readable Draco minds) to enslave the youngest sentient beings in this galaxy.

We, Anunnakene did not act arbitrarily regarding the upgrade of humanity.

We had to get a unanimous vote by the Council to proceed in the upgrade. There are governing bodies to keep the peace that no one is above. It is not a free-for-all nor dog-eat-dog vastness in this or any other Universe. In some cases The Council has a hands off approach, in other “special” situations they will (or have others) intervene nominally.

Our compassionate hope was that humanity would have more critical thinking skills in the nick of time to see through the Draco Deception to enslave them.

The Adamu (created only for mining purposes) were not created until approx. 5,500 years ago. Big difference in time between 5,500 and 124,000 years . . . and almost ALL disciplines of humankind’ science agrees to approximately when humanity had their “jump-start” genetically and (technically and approximately) the upgrade occurred which was (actually) between Banjul and Dakar, Senegal within healthy walking distance to the ocean.

But then Sitchen the shape-shifting Draco also knew modern man would have to dig a lot of holes to specifically find the Adamu (a small group compared to society at large by then) ~ in order to make a clear and scientific comparative analysis of the genes the Adamu did and did not carry, including not being able to procreate.

Afterall, if no one else was translating our tablets . . who would challenge his lies? Given Sitchen’ influential position he would have known of anyone who would endeavor to translate them thoroughly.

Ironically, Sitchen’ lies about why humanity was upgraded by Anunnakene  was exactly what the Vlash /Alpha Draco / Maitre alliance DID to humanity: enslave them.

Humanity knows well (well now they do) who or should I say what the cabal consists (mainly) of: Vlash / Draco / Maitre parasitic off-Earth races that the Goddess herself did not create not even as a lesson as to how not to be . .  as some have inferred.

And now back to Enlil’ deception . . .

Ea’ warning all those years earlier of what was inside the belly of the great mountain (that I wasn’t allowed to see) the Cave of Danger was nearly a faded memory.

While hiding my ship inside a cloud I could see tiny figures far below in the distance. They looked almost animated moving about quickly, then disappearing again into the mountain’ belly. My constant dread now unfolds in a surreal spectacle.

The profanity and vengeance I hear inside their hearts overwhelms my senses. The whole scene becomes a sort of prophecy fulfilled: Ea’ fears of anyone milling about in front of the Cave of Danger and coming horribly true.

Like a bolt from the blue piercing my heart I see Enlil stand nearby the cave entrance with his arms crossed and vengeance in his heart. His sons were the ones who carried the weapons (back) out of the cave.

I had to fly back as quickly as possible and undetected or they would have surely followed me . . . with weapons in hand.

Unable to flee at top speed (few clouds and little wind moving them) in order to warn the others was paralyzing. When I did finally return I could barely breathe reporting to Ea how they secretly planned to kill everyone and with what.

It was Ea who had the strength in the face of all this to think clearly. He ordered me to leave quickly to warn a number of our people, while he went the opposite direction to warn others himself. We would all then meet back at a place of His designation. It was He who already thought of where would be the safest place for all who would join us to hide from these weapons.

It was He, Ea who quickly thought of what supplies we would need to survive and assigned to each what to gather. It was Ea who in great sadness mixed with anger before the group that gathered (to hide) who was forced essentially to make summary judgment against Abgal after locating him.

The worst was yet to come. Next to this was the disbelief by our extended family that Enlil and his sons would ever do such a thing.

My words do no justice in describing the indescribable. The weight in my heart leaving some of the children behind because they refused to believe what was to come, words do no justice. No amount of convincing would move them to come with us.

Even all these lifetimes later I cannot forget the looks on their faces when many we warned said “We are staying. (or) We refuse to believe you! (or) We are not leaving our home.” In the end: their regal homes did them no good against an Evil Wind.

Abgal understood well the dangerous factions that grew between our family. Short-sighted and thinking that by revealing to Enlil that which he promised Ea he would never betray would somehow help Abgal gain prestige with Enlil.

Sadly, Abgal deluded himself into a false sense of favor, ultimately betraying and sentencing everyone in Sumer to an agonizing death.

And In the end Enlil cared for no one but himself and his sons and their sons. There was (and will never be) personal victory for Ea and the rest of us in the summary judgment made against the once very humble Abgal; just the deepest of compassion for the unenviable bitterness Abgal’ soul felt.

Every second that ticked past became a bitter enemy. We knew not when Enlil and his son’ crazed with revenge would unleash the weapons on all that lived.

Now, unbeknownst to Mr. Sitchen: there never was any vote by the council to use weapons of terror.

That was a bit of embellishing on Ea’ behalf in his (Lost Book) for my safety. Ea was worried Enlil would find his tablets. He said this to me nearly everyday where we hid. He was certain if he wrote the truth of how I spied on Enlil and we saved people from the Evil Wind, Enlil would most certainly come looking for me (looking for all of us) even more enraged and crazed than he already was.

We boarded our ships quickly making our way to the place Ea said would give us some semblance of safety.

This too was not mentioned by Ea in his tablets: that we had taken as many people and supplies as we could and went to hide inside Derinkuyu. I assure you that Derinkuyu is much older than most know. At that time smaller portions of Derinkuyu had already been carved into the rock. It was Garmanenenon and his men (from Orion originally) that furiously carved more spaces.

With what humans might call super-human capacity, Gar and his men moved so fast making more space their bodies were almost a blur. They cut into the stone so fast yet with such accuracy there is no way to describe it beyond the words ‘super-human.’ That we went to Derinkuyu to hide could never be revealed in Ea’ book. Moreover, there never was any scribe.

Ea didn’t want the details of such horrific circumstances to seem biased by only coming from him. He meant no deception by saying there was a scribe. If Enlil were to ever come across Ea’ tablets for any cause by appearing to come in ‘spirit’ would also give the impression that Ea was killed by the weapons of terror and Enlil would be less apt relentlessly pursue Ea thinking Ea still alive. It was for the well being of everyone that Ea said these things and changed the story only a little bit from all that happened.

But humans were inside hiding with Us, along with a few Souls.

Later when Enlil finally returned home he tried hiding from our people on our home planet the fact that he used weapons of terror on everyone scorching the Earth in what was once Eden.

In the devastating end Ea didn’t want to sound biased by signing his name only. I had to ask him if this was something I could reveal (write about here.) Ea has said compared to the bigger picture others knowing that there was no official scribe is irrelevant.

Ea even went as far as saying (in his book, as I was there when he wrote it) that there was a vote by our entire Council on the use of such weapons when the truth is: there was no such gathering by our Council to vote on the use of weapons of terror. None.  The choice to drop weapons of terror was done secretly by Enlil’ and his sons.

Enlil actually gloated in his heart that the whole horrific event was being carried out surreptitiously. One little (Evil) Secret. . . surprise everyone!

When we arrived at the underground city of Derinkuyu we were already exhausted from worry and grief and there was so much more to do to prepare for the unknown to come.

Loyal Garmanenenon and his men worked furiously to carve some ‘specialized areas’ and to help get us all settled in. Time ticked away like a noisy old clock on the wall while we waited and listened for anything stirring outside our main entrance. Gar’ men watched over and guarded every possible entrance.

A few days pass and Ea starts becoming restless as to why he has not heard  explosions yet. He points this out to me and I wondered at one point if they knew where we were hiding . . . if the weapons would be right outside our door. Trying to use remote views and our intuition was difficult at best with fear interfering in the process.

Even as we originally prepared to leave for Derinkuyu many with us never expected to arrive to the this underground city safely . . . without being spotted by our crazed family members.

Then it happened.

The caverns, rooms and spaces doubled as an amplifier. While there were many miles between us and the sites that Enlil & his sons unleashed the weapons upon ~ the sounds of explosions in the distance could be heard by us reverberating through the rock at Derinkuyu.

Until I demanded to assist anyone who may be sick or dying from the evil wind none of us ventured out of our hiding place. After a couple of days of having remote views of people affected by radiation fallout and no one to assist them, I became completely unhinged.

I didn’t share what I was seeing remotely. Not even to Ea. I held it in till I finally had a complete melt-down.

Running towards the entrance’ giant round stone door I screamed get out of my way! One of the guards had the nerve to make a thud with his big finger into my chest and said, ‘Not even you are getting through this door. That is our orders.’

The rock at Derinkuyu reverberated the explosions like you wouldn’t believe.  I I started screaming as loud as I could about how everyone else might be doing their part but that it was my entire mission to make and preserve life. That I cannot stand by in the safe confines of this place while others clung to life suffering.

I screamed to everyone (now a large crowd gathering at the entrance) that I would never be able to face our people back home if I as Chief Medical Officer sat here in the safety of the city, while others could be saved and did nothing.

One of the last to come look at why I was coming unhinged was Ea.

He knew why. He could hear it all through the stone around us. He starts to walk up with a smile on his face confident and loving, saying something like “honey, what is all this fuss about?” and I lost it. First with DON’T honey me! Then through tears I repeated my words again at the top of my lungs. People started to look at me like I had lost my marbles. Ea reminded me that we needed to be quiet which made things worse. I was numb and unrelenting.

After yelling enough times that Ea was completing his mission (and pointing to others about completing their’) and my mission was to help save lives . . . Ea finally but very reluctantly gave in and agreed to assist me.

We carefully made provisions in the event we didn’t make it back as to who should be doing what and gave orders not to roll the door open till we gave our agreed upon secret message.

Once in Ea’ ship the very first thing he did was cry. Ea was begging me not to do this.

I had already asked him to teleport me down to assess anyone that stirred and once given my signal, to teleport us back up for a mediocre at best, decontamination routine.

Ea wept because all he had was a ‘fish suit’ on hand. No one was prepared for what was unleashed on us all secretly and the fish suit was only good against the basic atmospheric elements: it was not protective against radiation.

I can still see in my mind Ea doing this to this very day. He has the fish suit in his hands, begs me not to go outside to assess cases in the Evil Wind, then slams the suit on the floor of the ship, crying. “It won’t protect you well enough.”

It dawns on me that risking my well being by entering breathing in the radiation unprotected I appeared to be oblivious to Ea’ love for me and we embrace both of us sobbing. “I will never be able to live with myself, Ea, please.” Tearfully Ea ceded to my wishes.

First we flew around to assess the worst areas. From my past life memory, one of the cities to the South East had to be the absolute worst. The cobbled streets were set a couple of inches lower than the pedestrian pathways . . . those few couple inches were designed to be like gutters of sorts, without drains. As we flew above the site I could see yellow and red liquid pooling and filling portions of the streets. The yellow was body fat, the red their blood. The people and animals were liquified. It was the most horrific sight of any life, completely mind-numbing.

Sitchen says that it was the spaceport that was ordered to be nuked: wrong. Many areas, especially cities were burnt to vitrification; people liquified. Even at Marduk’ temple the brick was turned to glass.

Where we could find the living was mostly in outlying areas away from the cities. I went down into the radiation filled air about 200 times. Of that many times some people died in my arms either cursing or crying. Some begged to die but could live. Some already were. Of all these I was only able to retrieve about another 120 people to bring back to Derinkuyu. Of the 120, another 18-20 died inside Derinkuyu succumbing to their radiation exposure.

The radiation was so bad we had to make separate burial areas for those who died from  radiation poisoning.

Some families tried to resume life as normal as possible. A couple of births occurred by the already pregnant (when we escaped) and they seemed to have more reason to live, or at least appeared to.

In time we had stalls for the animals. Animals slaughtered would provide food as well as fat for candles, skins for warmth, etc. The reproduction of new food was the biggest priority (births among the few animals we brought) as well as making sure our source of water remained clean.

After a few weeks things seemed to be as normal as they could, given terrible circumstances. We had communal meals, everyone sharing everything . . the only exception being intimate moments with their families.

Each morning I looked forward to our gathering for breakfast. This particular morning I was just beat Exhausted and tired. I resumed closing my eyes in the hammock we made and Ea comes in asking what was taking me so long, breakfast is ready? I looked at him feeling terrible but explained I think I am exhausted.

Ea said of course you are. Everyone is. This has been an extremely stressful event for all of us. Besides our hiding , we all mourned those we knew didn’t make it. It was beyond an exhausting sadness. So Ea just smiles and says well join us in a few when you’re ready. I nodded.

As I went back to sleep feeling guilty I hadn’t helped with breakfast prep . . . I curled my hands up under my chin to go back to sleep when I felt a disconcerting cold draft. As I open my eyes . . I looked at my hand wondering what was wet and cold (kind of feeling) and two of my nails had nearly come off but still attached.

My head is reeling with all kinds of thoughts. I didn’t want Ea to know what I knew was inevitable. I even took my finger nails when no one was looking and hid them under the straw of one of the animal stalls. I knew no one would find them there.

A few more days pass and I am even more exhausted. I am nauseated and my pallor was unmistakable. I woke up late again for breakfast. As I got up to go to join the others, I glanced mournfully at my missing nails RIGHT as Ea is walking in to ask me if I am coming to breakfast.

Surprised, I took my (right) hand and hid it behind my back. Smiling I said I would be right there. Ea immediately gets suspicious and comes towards me asking what I was hiding in my hand. I hold both palms towards him and said, ” I hide nothing.” As my hands are in the air and he’s a few feet away . . my missing nails are also not seen by Ea, holding them like I did.

He look puzzled but happy. He smiles like what is she really up to . . . and says see you in a few minutes. As he leaves our room a couple involuntary muffled whimpers came out of me. My tears flowed just as quietly looking again at the inevitability of my missing nails. Ea has already suspected something was up. Catching me off-guard he rushes me like Achilles from the door (after making it look like he had left) but had not. He grabs me hands by the wrists and says “show me your hands” lifting both wrists.

I didn’t want to leave Ea and that life regardless of its dismal future. I would have never been able to live with myself (meaning I would have rather taken my life) than ignored what I saw through RV and not rendered assistance to anyone we could help.

This is who We Anunnakene truly are STOs ~ even if We have to come right back in and do it again.

In gut wrenching tones as Ea embraces me He says, “Don’t leave me . . I need you now more than ever. . .” We cried together till it hurt.

I promised Ea, that I would stay at his side the whole way and even when I was gone be right at his side to assist him. I said something like you never know if you might need help during a birthing. Laying down in the hammock we both sobbed ourselves to sleep, quietly, so the others could not hear.

I kept whispering to Ea I didn’t want the others to know. Their lives were sad enough.

Ea stayed with me every moment. We slept in the hammock or at least I did. When I told Ea it wouldn’t do his health any good staying awake day and night . . . he grabbed me and said he didn’t want to miss a second of time with me, comforting me in my last days.

When the time came Ea let out a howling. I had never heard him in so much pain. He composes himself and calls everyone to gather for a ‘special announcement.’ His eyes tried to smile as they came to hear his announcement but no one was the wiser nor knew what the gathering was about by his beautiful smile that surely would have shattered into a thousand pieces if I had attempted to barely trace his lip with my finger in those moments. The view from the other side is so very clear.

As I stood nearby watching the others gathering my body still lay in the hammock behind me.

As everyone arrived a few yell “Where is Ninmah?” Ea with the greatest of sadness in his eyes says something to the effect of, “Ninmah has left us.”

Someone lets out an involuntary moan saying, No.  I watch as everyone’ face has dropped toward to the floor. Ea says, “I don’t want anyone to think She was any more special than you or I but I would like to have a special service for her . . .  after all we wouldn’t . . . even be here . . . if it was not for Ninmah in the first place.” Everyone began sobbing.

When Ea had finally prepared my body for burial, each person took their turn speaking their love, friendship and memories of me.

I cried at their words of compassion. I cried at Ea words of love. I cried for all who died including the lands plants so scarred. I even remember crying for the air and water so dreadfully poisoned.

I walked back toward our room away from Ea and the others. I had cried so hard that when I went to wipe my tears with my hands I looked at my palms expecting them to be pooled with tears but they were not wet.

Swept up by everyone’ words to me . . . I forgot I was no longer in my body.

Eventually there came the time when everyone could leave the caves and head to other lands. I do not know how long that took from the time I died to the time when it was safe enough to leave. Time is not measured on the other side.

I stayed at Ea’ side as promised and from time to time felt like I had come alive again . . . when he would ask for my assistance which was never for conciliatory reasons, meant to placate me; he really needed me at times.

Depending on how terrible circumstances were at one’ time of death many times makes them not want to come back in (reincarnate) again. Some life experiences can literally make a person feel so burned by circumstances that they may want to remain on the other side (initially) indefinitely. The time always come though . . . when a Soul of the Light seeks to do any kind of service to others that they can. It is though exactly what Beings of the Light yearn for: to work in the physical and without the physical, anything . . . just as long as one can be a service to others.

When the time came that the others could leave the caves safely for other lands, I stayed at Ea’ side as he went to bury his tablets amongst the other tablets well hidden.

As Ea put his last tablet in then took another stack and put them on top of his . . . he looked up at my Being and beaming a smile says, “A fine Chap is going to find these.” My soul looked at him quizzical. What is a chap? His brow furrows like I should know and says, “A man of course.” I wondered why he would call a man “a fine chap.”

This was what I remembered of my life in Sumer’ last days before and after the weapons of terror.

EPILOGUE:

This particular lifetime was recorded between June-July 1979, by a dear friend. I held unto this information (and much more in terms of past lives) for nearly 37 years before deciding to share such intimate information about Us with the public.

There is nothing that Enlil nor his sons could ever say to anyone who suffered during those times. Their words would be (and are) useless.

Even today Abgal soul is still grief-stricken by his own poor choices that brought such suffering to so many.

Knowing the truth about the factions within our people who sacrificed their lives and who didn’t ~ the insight of many varied lifetimes (including one in which I was orphaned and so poor in the mid-1800’s Paris, all I had for clothing was a dress made of rags tied together, begging in the streets) ~ it is clear Kerry has only read (the shape-shifting) Sitchen’ drops of poison about Anunnakene. At that point for her part of the lecture I was so outraged I turned it off.

There was no need to hear anymore for I have heard all the disinformation there is about Us Anunnakene.

Not everything that Sitchen wrote was accurate. Some of Sitchen’ translations were out-and-out lies. Other than very mundane tasks that were recorded, much of what was written on our tablets was not verbatim of what occurred for a myriad of reasons, not necessarily Sitchen lies but due to Our changing of certain events to prevent embarrassment to others or to keep “secrets” from being revealed.

There were many reasons for this. We always knew that our tablets would be translated and read for many generations. We knew we could not tell the whole story in many cases and especially when it came to instances of our people coming in again and again using different “forms” (bodies we made) and not birthing in. The Epic of Gilgamesh and what he says about Innana’ lovers is a classic example of having the inside story, but not revealing all that took place. Humans were not ready at that time for such knowledge. They still aren’t entirely ready.

We could not let humanity in those times know our secrets to DNA manipulation. The main reason humanity was not ready to have such knowledge was the possibility of abusing that knowledge.

Look today at what the Cabal / MIC-SSP does behind closed doors in D.U.M.B.s.

Clearly the MIC has abused what knowledge they did get from off-world beings in regards to DNA manipulation. This has been done in complete violation of human /animal & Off-world Beings rights. The MIC never asks their kidnap victims if they want to be shot up with animal DNA against their free will just to see what happens. And much has happened over the years regarding just such Frankenstein-ish experiments. They are exactly the type of abuses in conjunction with extensive DNA knowledge that the possibility of a violation of human rights was almost certain. During the height of Sumer’ power, we knew humanity was not ready; not then nor now.

The case of Inanna, Gilgamesh, the use of weapons of terror . . and so very much of what actually transpired was not in our texts.

Ea described a few things in his book that were altered slightly in order to prevent 1) the embarrassment to those who may have been ill-affected by circumstances outside of the need for the truth; 2) the retelling by humanity for generations to come of intimate information (naming names, instances and places) for a myriad of reasons: naming a rape victim, hard feelings aired.

One very major incident was the preventing of Enlil from finding out . . . that when we went to the Underworld to retrieve Inanna’ badly beaten and (mostly dead body to revive) that Innana actually refused to get back into her wounded body for us to heal her, (which in and of itself would require a long future post to explain.) In short: The older Inanna was NOT the original Innana from birth. Another soul had to enter (into her healed body) after Ereshkigal sought revenge and then “play the role of Inanna” ~ lest Enlil find out and lash out at everybody with his horrid wrath.

She was very much Enlil favorite grandchild and he would have NEVER believed us if we had told him . . that she chose to leave making it impossible to repair her unless a replacement (soul) was found. A replacement was found but you the reader would never guess whom.

Using weapons of terror on everyone in Sumer all that lived had suffered Enlil’ wrath . . . and for much less than the “Innana Incident;” which if discovered by Enlil and her parents would have looked to Enlil as if We had deliberately sabotaged his favorite grandchild’ life.

There was much the general populace did not know, nor needed to know.

In the case of a certain rape, Ea wanted to protect the real rape victim, so Ea recorded in his tablets a different name (not her real name) then said that “she” forgave Enlil for his rape and ended up marrying Enlil. The scathing truth was she was ravaged by Enlil so badly that her reproductive organs and ‘neighboring parts’ had to be replaced entirely because they could not be repaired. And “she” never forgave Enlil. The woman in question? She never married Enlil, she was REPULSED by him. Ea simply changed the story to protect the honor of the woman in question, without her suffering added humiliation by naming her and giving vivid details that would be read for many generations to come.

Ea was afraid the whole time we hid in Turkey that Enlil would find his tablets among the other tablets eventually. Mostly because we had to take the tablets back and hide them in lower chambers (near) the ziggurat; Ea was certain Enlil would be looking for us when we had to place them there in between other tablets. Ea was so certain that Enlil would become enraged I had spied on them (already having used the weapons of terror surreptitiously) to secretly destroy so many people, turning the lands to unlivable. Knowing I spied on him, surely would have enraged him further if Enlil knew we also had saved as many people as we could by hiding at Derinkuyu.

Avoiding more of Enlil’ wrath was why Ea had written in his account of what happened eg; that his son(s) as well as Enlil’ son(s) were involved in unleashing weapons of terror. Ea’ sons were never involved. They were killed because they would not heed our warnings of what Enlil and his sons were about to do.

Why did I say many generations to come? Look back at my last paragraph at what Ea had said in the end, after his vision. Realising Enlil would not be the one to find his tablets . . . but calling a man “a fine Chap” was never in our language. I was still bewildered after Ea used the word chap and even after he explained what the word stood for. The word chap wasn’t used till about 1716, and Leonard Woolley would have definitely been called “a fine chap” by his peers.

In the end Ea was finally at ease about having tried to explain what had happened, even if not all could be verbatim.

There were many instances of this including the fact that Ea’ official wife hated Earth, felt Nibi was where Ea belonged and she said so embarrassingly (out-of-the-blue blurting it out one day) in a large crowd gathered; this after only being on Earth two weeks. Many times she was recorded in his book as being here and being there during many important events. She was not. I was. Ea never wanted her to be embarrassed by her comments, short visit and basic attitude being read over and over again by humanity.

Ea’ official wife was a marriage of convenience to unite the North and the South on our home planet. While the two had talked it over (about her leaving alone) everyone had already heard her words. After only being here a brief 2-3 weeks, his “official” wife left back for home without Ea and remained there. Ea had no intention on leaving but especially after his “arranged wife” was insisting against his better wishes that “Ea didn’t belong here (on Earth.)” Certainly she was very mistaken. Many things would have been destroyed and never built again were it not for Ea’ love for all that lives here.

I am not for wanting to embarrass Ea nor his (former) spouse (of those times) I am simply trying to point out (in a few examples) that most of what was written was true but much more was slightly altered or withheld for a myriad of reasons. Namely because we knew humanity would re-hash over the details of our lives, over and over. And many here have done just that.

Not giving away certain (DNA) secrets was the primary reason fr suppressing certain events. Not pissing off Enlil who was already beyond hot-headed was another very good reason. And by Ea saying that “all in the council voted for the use of weapons of terror, Ea being the only exception to voting against their use,” (in a woe-is-me way) was only to protect me . . . . for spying on Enlil during a time when the line was clearly drawn in the sand between Enlil’ camp and Ours.

Ea was afraid Enlil would find his tablets and become enraged I had spied on them (already having prepared the weapons surreptitiously) preparing to destroy so many and surely would have been enraged even further if he had found out we had saved as many people as we could by hiding at Derinkuyu.

If I am eternal then I want to eternally be a peacemaker . . . 

This current life is tens of lives and thousands of years later . . . and I perhaps will never get the images of the destruction out of my memory.

The weapons of terror unleashed in those last moments and the sudden shock of it all ~ Sumer’ Last Days ~ for me is permanently encased into a vitrified glass snow-globe of memory to view forever (and now) for All to view.