(From the Epic of Gilgamesh, and the Book of Enoch)
The Passing of Enkidu
((Sumer/2750 B.C.)(In Long-verse Poetic Prose))
Shamhat of Uruk (2700 B.C.)
No human foot,
henceforward had approached the grizzled
half-human looking beast!
And if so, if some
had seen him, by what name would they have called him by, other than freak or
beast? He had none.
No one had
previously sought him out, it would be in time said: the gods sent him.
Whereupon one
morn, a young lad was searching the forest for fruit, and came upon this freak
of nature—
The adolescent
stood stone-still, like white marble, stunned as a white tomb of salt—
Hence, he did not
murmur a word, a breath, but ran back home to tell his father of what he saw;
and of what to said, he described a hairy ape looking demon of some
un-descript humanity in him, thoughtful
at that.
And the father
told King Gilgamesh of Uruk, his boy’s story.
Explained his
father to the King, “The boy looked baffled of what sort of human being he might be, and the
forest being his whole home; he ate and drank like the animals, but had human
agility, rigid, form.”
. . .
Enkidu’s
home, was the forest, it sheltered him in silence from the outer world
around him, a form of seclusion—
He lived and slept
in the open air, likened to, and with the other beasts, and reptiles, primates.
He wandered more
often than not by the lagoon he identified with, and its tributaries.
He roamed where he
was most familiar, that had much vegetation, fern-pals, of the most unusual
kind, and wide-leaved grasses.
The man-beast, yet
unnamed, mainly was preoccupied with clarifying and assorting and recollections
of the present.
For this, it was a
more troublesome thing, than one might think.
His thoughts and
sensations were curiously confused.
His mind went from
gray to dark more often than not; from there to pitch black, to oblivion—
For it was that he
simply awoke one day, likened to Adam from the Garden of Eden, and had no
recollection of what took place ahead of time!
As if it was
whipped from his memory, by some sorcery.
It is said, the
gods made him to pal with Gilgamesh (demigod, more demonic than human), for he, King of
Uruk, was amongst his people, a most hypersexual animal, a demigod who took at
will wife and daughters of whomever he pleased and did with them whatever his
pleasures were to be for that day or night.
His father being
Lugalbanda (Little Lord).
Guardian and deity
of Uruk (born from the souls of pleasure, whom were thrown to earth from the
crags of heaven).
It was also said,
the likes of one of the Watchers (like Azaz’el or Semyaza) those angelic renegades who cohabitated with human females in those
pre-flood cadaverous days gave birth to a she-devil, who cohabited with a male,
and gave birth to Enkidu.
Then left the babe
in the forest deep, with imps to feed him and watch over him in his sleep, to
his manhood.
And thus, this is
how he got his supernatural physique, akin to Gilgamesh’s height and strength;
but only a tenth of what Humbaba was.
But who were those
Angelic Renegades and so called watchers?
(Interlude: It is
indeed strange, the Epic of Gilgamesh, Enkidu, Shamhat, and the Angelic
Renegades—from the Old Testament Pseudepigrapha—these writings should have
fallen more speedily into the hands of posterity, but rather fell into
semi-oblivion into a somewhat flowery romantic style, but now, in spite of
their range and penetration, I take them out of their pervasive verbal sorcery,
and take them out of unaccountability:
Who were these
archangels, seraphs, and seraphim, Watchers of Earth, who swept through the
earth like gravitational waves?
Who traversed the
warp of time?
Leaped through
black holes to haunt earth, and became souls of pleasure.
Who radiated pure
energy once, as if having inside of them the mass of a star!
Who were not
subject to the ripples in the fabric of space and time, produced by
interstellar violent events! Propagated at the speed of light…
They we God’s
castaways, cast-outs; those reckless fallen angels, those exiled from heaven for
treason; who gave earth giant sons… hybrid demigods?)
. . .
Enkidu, the man-beast, also called ‘The Wild One’, lifted his head a
tinge, when he’d drink from the lagoon’s stream.
Scan the
principles, and topography with his peripheral vision, to see if there were any
apposing predators—
With prodigious
effort he stood erect, too often stooped much in the forest, therefore it was
trying at times to arch his back.
He was friend to
all the forest, gleaming and enormous was his appearance: he lived among the
matted creepers, the venomous serpents, and dire beasts: the animals lured him
evermore, yet he had a mystery of some infinitude.
He dreamt of
flowers fairer, of trees high and stately.
He loved the
forest with a strange and fearful adoration.
And for the most
part, humans avoided this perilous wooded area of the forest: thus, he knew
none.
No one drew near
to the edge of the forbidden section, where the monstrous Humbaba was, saying
his heart beat was like thunderous drums.
Not even Enkidu.
. . .
Enkidu ‘The Wild
One’ slept by the verge of ancient trees in the Cedar Forest, also home to the
monstrous Humbaba, guardian for the angelic renegades, and demigods; but Enkidu
kept his distance—
He was well aware
of his deep and green shadow and his thunderous roar.
Thus, he stayed
with the fretted ferns, played with the lovely shaped fall leaves, and the many
butterflies.
Too, the emerald
and scarlet birds.
Even he’d step
further and further into the emerald gloom, yet he feared only Humbaba, and
never stepped beyond—a certain point, not yet.
Happy was his
soul, unknowing of civilization, or the human female.
In a childlike
manner, and mind, he picked many flowers, smelt the inebriating perfumes.
And then one day
Shamhat, ‘The Joyous One’ appeared all sprawled out on the grass by the lagoon,
naked.
Her beauty, the
likes of Aphrodite, sent by Gilgamesh to entice and civilize him, to be his
pal, for Gilgamesh had no equal.
Shamhat,
well-endowed, priestess of Ishtar from Uruk, enticed him from the lagoon, to
her side.
. . .
And she taught him
different and unfamiliar things.
And he lost
himself to her amongst the trees and beasts.
And they
participated in a seven day sexual odyssey, to which he had been wrenched body
and soul.
Put into a long
dreamy sleep.
When he came out
of his slumber, dog-tired, he found his life beyond retrieving.
His old life was
somehow unreal and remote.
He was very weak
and wobbly, looking for eatable fruit.
In brief, when he
made love to Shamhat, his body was stiff and hard, and his heart throbbing like
fire.
He felt light
headed, and thereafter, limp, just what happed?
He was puzzled,
dazed in a feeble state.
For his particular
remained stiff as a stump of a tree, and he engaged in coitus for seven days,
without rest.
It was all like a
heavy wave, without much of a break.
And the animal in
him was tamed.
And the trees grew
lighter, and his animal friends wandered off, they knew him not.
And he was drowsy
and dizzy, and he no longer rose to the sun, or allowed it to wake him.
And his old life
faded, sank down to an everlasting naught.
And Shamhat
achieved her plot, and allotment.
Afterthoughts
Those so called
renegades, Watchers, Fallen Angels, came down from the fathomless deeps of time
and space—
Not originally to
stomp themselves on the face of humankind but to watch over them.
They like Enkidu,
were lulled into power, vanity, and pride and at the end lust.
In so doing,
stomped on humanity as they pleases because they could;
And those prehumen
demonic forces, were reinforced to do likewise!
And thus came
diabolism.
And long since has
it been since this took place.
And those who have
survived God’s fury, long since have grown silent, for a time being.
And for man today
I know not their thoughts for him, but I do know they know, their time grows
short.
How many remain,
only Satan their godfather knows, other than God himself.
And Satan the
Great Dragon, will summon them forth into time, anon.
There will be no
more stillness here on earth, and if there should be, it will be false.
Satan knowing that
time is brief, what he has planned to do, will do.
This is why I have
written this account, the undoing of Enkidu, is as we see, the undoing of the
present day world, and America to boot.
And it will be
done in front of our faces, to mock God: like Sodom and Gomorra, like Radical
Islam, like those whom all they have is indifference to their neighbor and
similar—
And now I must
make an end, and fling this writing forth to drift upon the wave of time, and
let it fall between shadows to shadow.
Written 6-15 & 16 -2016
(#5278)
Note: in the past
twenty-five years the author has read three different accounts, translations,
of the Epic of Gilgamesh, and this is his view only of a certain section within
the Great Epic, written in stone fragments about 1700 B.C., and the happening
about 2750 B.C. The Epic itself is considered the 4th greatest story
ever written down, to which even surpasses ‘The Book of Job’ (the story goes
back to about 2200 B.C.) and ‘The Iliad and Odyssey’ (the Trojan War being
about 1250 B.C., and the Epic being
written down about 800 B.C.) The author has taken insights from the Epic of
Gilgamesh, and the ‘Book of Enoch,’ (written down about 200 B.C. 7th
from Adam, Adam going back to about 8700 B.C. thereabouts according to Jewish
lore?) to tell his story, “The Passing of Enkidu” with its ‘Afterthoughts’ for
mankind today, or modern man.
