DIVINE RIGHT – ON EARTH, AS IT IS IN HEAVEN
Mardukite Chamberlains Contribution — a personal exploration by “Hybride” Sarah Banas, first appearing in “Gates of the Necronomicon” (2010, original edition of the Liber-50 “Sumerian Religion” by Joshua Free, also available in the Year-2 anthology, “Gates of the Necronomicon” edited by Joshua Free.
Humans are an empty shell of their former selves. Where once you walked with the gods, enjoyed a personal relationship with them, all you do now is pay lip service, demanding favors and requests, as if they cannot see your lies, as if they owe something to you. You fell in the same political and religious agendas as they did, the same paranoia, the lies, the fear and the abuse. You have attacked each other, destroyed and brought each other to ruin. Your so-called prophets, “enlightened” that you put on a pedestal to lead you, fail, because you have failed yourselves. Unlike the gods, you have refused to accept the consequences of your actions: you blame it on them, when you only have yourselves to blame. Why? What happened to you?
Sleepless, yet not really quite awake.
This world is a dream, we are players on a chessboard. The Matrix. A world within another world. We all know this, and still, we move aimlessly through life as if our actions have no consequences: that we are individuals, whose sole purpose is to live for ourselves. You have stayed awake many a night, staring at the ceiling and asking, “Why?” You felt it, you fought against it, this Machine – your material self – that controls your movement, this Pendulum that never allows you a medium, always swinging you from one extreme to the next. And you allow it.
How selfish has the race become that its’ very existence has become a cancer to the planet? Do you even care anymore? Is only yourself, your temporary life, so important, that you must destroy everything in your path to prove your existence? A spoiled child who does not get what they want, so they throw a tantrum. Are you exhausted yet?
We’re all driftwood passing by . . .
I have passed through almost, if not all, the majority of the religious institutions today. I grew up Christian, but was horrifically interested in ancient Mesopotamia and Egypt – beside the usual history lessons in class of the Code of Hammurabi, and the Egyptian Gods. In high school, I moved on to Judaism and Islam which I found zero comfort and more of the same abuse in Christianity. I turned to paganism, which was intriguing to me: the nature base was what I adored most. (I respect Wiccans, but never became one.) I became agnostic sometime after that, and fell into atheism, which I enjoyed thoroughly for several years. Eventually, I decided on Hinduism, specifically the Hare Krishnas, and was kindly removed after only 3 days (apparently, accusing a Prabhupad of being a liar with proof that he claimed women were inferior was not taken kindly.) During university years, my attention suddenly turned to Satanism, but I felt the Satanic aspect was highly primal and de-evolved for my taste, and I discovered Luciferianism. I felt content with the enlightened state, but yet again, was met with dismay when highly intelligent beings/leaders were more proud of their “Enlightened” titles than of answering questions.
Out of sheer coincidence, I happened upon “The Book of Enki” by Zecharia Sitchen a few months later (this remains the only book of his that I would recommend to someone). It was a lightning bolt, and my obsession with history was reawakened. I discovered the now-defunct “Temple of the Ancients”, a pseudo-Sumerian-based theology out of Australia (ToA claimed to be Sumerian, but Sumer did not involve the blatant worship of Marduk and Enki, and the utter hatred and contempt for Enlil. Much like any other group, ToA had a “good” and “bad” (so much for being enlightened!). Their good was met with choirs of angels, and the bad were treated worse than the lepers in the Bible. Just like any other group, they were hell-bent on quantity of unquestioning sheep rather than quality members. And just like any other group, it became about power and war.
After being thrown out of ToA for siding with… well, for finding the truth, eventually I wandered into the Mardukite Tradition. It was since the re-introduction into Mesopotamia that the real trouble started, when all the puzzle pieces fell into place.
With my history out of the way, comes, what I believe, to be the most interesting of this all: for almost all of these theologies, with the exception of atheism and agnosticism, I was thrown out for 2 reasons: for asking too many questions (and calling the leaders out on their bullshit), and for preaching about loving the gods, not only as gods, but as family – to have a completely personal and loving relationship with them.
Silently we wander.
It never ceases to amaze me that humans want to be gods, and yet, when gods walk among you, you fail to see them. Unless, you do you see them and purposely ignore them, because they are a threat to your own so-called divinity? And I am not talking of the hacks, the abusers who assimilate power and manipulate you – which, you so kindly allow – but the true gods, the silent ones. These are the writers, the artists, the musicians, who use the arts to show you a world you know exists, and you feel it, but refuse to see it and acknowledge it. You have gods who are teachers, true religious leaders, students, store owners, who use leadership to teach you who to awaken your own divinity. You will never hear of them in the newspaper. You will rarely hear of their good deeds, their intentions, as they work behind the scenes, knowing the suffering and abuse they will sustain should they reveal themselves.
No one really wants to die to save the world . . .
What has completely annoyed me from when I could remember is this autonomous relationship a human has with their Guardians/God(s). To quote Temple of the Ancients, “They are our teachers, not our friends. They are here to mentor us, not to have fun with or play games with.” I cannot stress this enough: Absolutely not. Where did this ridiculous concept come from?
I researched and discovered that the core of ToA was a lie, and much of the “facts” had no basis at all: they were using even Enki as a front for their political agendas. Though I was not “with Enki” at the time, I was horrified that ToA would even consider lying about Enki, using monotheistic tactics to instill fear and subservience out of the members. Why? Was pride so powerful that they would destroy their own Father?
Eventually, ToA and, by what they had channeled, apparently Enki had not taken too kindly that one entity had decided to “defect” to defend and stay with Enlil from this complete idiocy. I was swiftly removed, made an example of, and later on, blacklisted and hated almost as passionately as Enlil was. It seemed that being even remotely acquainted with an Enlilite, even as a friend, was a death warrant and permanent scar upon the soul.
But the story does not end there. In the fiasco and in one of their most amusing attempts to kill one of their own Makers (because a white light can seriously protect you from the ones who gave you the chakra system), ToA was shut down. During this and before, I began to fall for Marduk. I am not talking about “god hopping” where once a situation or experience is finished, I am done with the god and move on. I began to realize the goodness and divinity within Marduk just as I had done in Enlil (or, more correctly, as Enlil kindly removed the stupidity and fear within my own heart.) In short, I “gave” Marduk a chance – else, would it not be hypocritical if I did not? The Serpent Dragon found herself at the feet of the Bull and his followers: the Mardukite Chamberlains. Talk about a nice kick in the ass.
You were always there . . .
Just because the Gods (the Anunnaki) do not show themselves in the way you want them to, does not mean they do not exist. It does not mean they do not hear your anger, or do not weep with you when you cry, or carry you when you no longer can walk. It does not mean that the gods do not share with you in your joy, or remind you of your gifts and talents when you yourself forget them, or inspire you when you have writer’s block.
Like the soil desires the rain, I want you.
Politics. Even the divine Anunnaki did not escape such a disaster as politics. The political debate between two or more opposing factions is not a bad endeavor. Wise judgment can be exercised, such as with KA.IN and AB.EL. It is the pride that eventually befalls all entities, the pride that sneaks in and corrupts the mind in all aspects (not just in politics), that becomes our destroyer. The current human race now faces such politics, even outside of the political system, that it uses to utterly implode on itself. There is just something about that word that can destroy the very core of anyone in it…
The gods feel as you do, they love, they cry, they are afraid: just like you. They love being remembered once in a while, they love getting gifts — not as a quid pro quo, but as something you wanted to do — and they love giving them, too. They tease, they poke fun, they laugh, and they enjoy. They have moments of weakness, and moments of strength. They can get spiteful when angry, they can get hurt when misunderstood or taken the wrong way, they fear to lose you just as you fear to lose them — but on a much deeper, more loving level.
There’s no end to what I’ll do . . .
It must be a hard existence on the gods’ part to be immortal, and have the very creation hate and spite their name, to be forgotten and abused and still, carry on, take care of and try to help those same creations that hate them so dearly. They are our husbands and wives, our best friends, our lovers. They are our brothers and sisters, our children, our parents. They are us, they are with us, they are beside us. They love dearly, even if affection for each other was sometimes less than that. And even if we sometimes feel it’s less, too.
No theology will tell you that you can talk to a God or Goddess as a friend, lover, mate, sibling or anything but a superior entity that you must prostrate yourself endlessly before them. I am telling you, in absolute Love, that you can. You can go with them to the movies, walk with them at the park, or pick flowers with them or feed them or they you. They have favorite colors, they cry during sad songs, they love to be held and they love to hold. I have told pagans that one God loves to play the harp, or that one enjoys paintings (or shiny things!), and they look at me with disbelief and — I daresay — annoyance for even suggesting that Gods are anything but all powerful drones that do nothing but wait for prayers, demand absolute unquestionable devotion, and work all the time. As with anything and anyone, treat them with love and respect, be honest with them, and they will do the exact same for you. Ask questions, walk with them, talk with them, just simply Love them.
. . . because I love you.
This planet, humanity, and everything intertwined is in need of healing. We can’t do it alone, and it all starts with the Truth. Maybe it’s time for us, the Gods who came down to earth to lead, not only humanity, but to help the Gods who are beyond this realm to heal, too. The wars, the fighting, the distrust and anger between our groups has to end if they cannot set an example for us, we will set an example for them.
Won’t you join us?
To the followers of the 3 patriarchal religions: your god’s name is the same as the one’s we know… throw aside your pride and realize, you are not original. Your religion came from us. You worship Marduk, Enki and Enlil by a different name. Why do you hate us? Are you not our brethren? To the pagans: focus on the female, but never forget the male aspect either. There is no unity with only half of the Twin. How can there be peace, if only half of the whole is respected?
Be an example for the rest: be the Gods of the Earth, be the Lucifer of life in Love once again, and show the world that the Gods never left. Show the world that the Gods are here, have been here, and will be here. We are Their representatives, so let’s start acting like it. Isn’t it time for the world to change? Isn’t it time for Peace to finally return?
In Nomine Enlil et Enki et Marduk Sancti