Showing posts with label Enkidu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enkidu. Show all posts

Friday, 25 January 2019

The Mirror Trick : Hmm. Kinda. But I hope you guessed his name..."







In the lettercol to 2.05 someone wrote in asking about the hippie and mentioning his suspicion that they were one in the same. 
Grant's response: 

"Hmm. Kinda. But I hope you guessed his name..."







HINDLE: 
One word from me. One word.

(The Kinda holding the master detonator raises his hand.

TODD: 
Tell me about The City.
HINDLE: 
Oh, do you like it? 
Never built a city before. 

TODD: 
It's very good. 
What's that? 

HINDLE: 
Oh, that's my secret den. 
I'm The Government as well, you know. 

(As Hindle goes back to his cardboard box, the Doctor picks up the wire from the master detonator and starts to try and unfasten it.



HINDLE: 
Doctor. 



(The Doctor has to drop the wire and join him.



DOCTOR: 
And the security arrangements? 



HINDLE: 
Security effectiveness one hundred percent. 
One thousand percent. 
One billion trillion trillion percent. 
Or more, perhaps. 



SANDERS: 
Boom. 



HINDLE: 
Do you want me to prove it? 



DOCTOR: 
No. No, no. 
I'd rather know how you control the Kinda. 



HINDLE: 
Oh, that's very simple. 
With this. 

(He gets the hexagonal mirror from the table.



HINDLE: 
They're very primitive, you know. 
They think I've captured their souls. 

DOCTOR: 
Mirrors. 
Yes, very clever. 




TEGAN: 
How will you deal with the Mara? 



DOCTOR: 
I don't know yet. 



ADRIC: 
How did Hindle control his hostages? 



DOCTOR: 
What? Oh, The Mirror. 
They thought he'd captured their - Ah. 



TEGAN: 
What? 



DOCTOR: 
I don't suppose you've come across any large mirrors in your wanderings about The Dome? 
Silly question really. 



ADRIC: 
Mirrors? 



DOCTOR: 
Well, reflective surfaces of any kind. 
Come on, quickly, think. 



ADRIC: 
Solar generator panels. 



DOCTOR: 
Where? 



ADRIC:
In the storeroom. 



DOCTOR: 
Show me. 



TEGAN: 
Doctor.



DOCTOR: 
What is the one thing evil cannot face? 
Not ever. 



TEGAN: 
What? 



DOCTOR: 
Itself

ADRIC: 
But you said the Kinda would react to the mirror. 
They aren't evil. 



DOCTOR: 
Ah, Hindle captured their innocence

The Mara will rebel. 

They cannot face themselves, don't you see? 



TEGAN: 
No. 

[Clearing]

(A Kinda watches Aris limping through the forest, and communicates telepathically with Karuna.



KARUNA: He's coming. 



DOCTOR: Good. Adric, Tegan, he's coming. 



(The Kinda are setting up the solar panels.) 



TODD: Will it work? 



DOCTOR: 
Well, according to the legends. 



TODD: 
Mirrors? 



DOCTOR: 
No Mara can bear the sight of its own reflection. 
It must recoil from itself. 
Understandably, don't you think, given it's nature. 



TODD: 
Yes. 




DOCTOR: 
Very well then. 
Trapped in a circle of mirrors, 
each mirror reflecting not only the Mara itself but also —



TODD: 
The reflection of all the other mirrors! 



DOCTOR: 
In an endless series. 



TODD: 
So it's surrounded not only by its own reflection, 
but reflection of reflection. 



DOCTOR: 
Exactly. 



TODD: 
What happens then? 



DOCTOR: 
It retreats back to where it came from. 



TODD: 
The Dark Places of The Inside. 



DOCTOR: 
Or Where Ever. 

But not Here, 
that's the main thing. 

It's all quite logical.



Speculation:

o Paul Melancon: In the lettercol to 2.05 someone wrote in asking about the hippie and mentioning his suspicion that they were one in the same. 

Grant's response: "Hmm. Kinda. But I hope you guessed his name..." Which would seem to say that the hippie is certainly the devil, but not necessarily The Man with The apples. 

Which really doesn't help at all.

Although it does dovetail nicely with the speech by Quimper at the end of the 1.25 where he says that it doesn't matter which side is Right or Wrong, Good or Evil, only that THEY are winning. 

And judging from the hippie's rant turning out to be nearly completely True, it would seem that The Devil is on the side of The Invisibles. 

Check out Some Thoughts Regarding the Harlequinade for a brilliant theory regarding the identity of the Nameless Guy/Stranger/St. Germaine/Satan.

o Carl Roth: With respect to Mason directing the team. Come on kids, play with me here. 

Does anyone else remember the electronic device in Robin's head that stopped a bullet from spliting her skull!? 

Mason does not have the technology to decipher the Time Suit, let alone a device that enhances latent psychic abilties. 

Someone, somewhere, ( perhaps 'Cell 23'[?] ) has encouraged Mason to play some games. Where did he find a video tape of the 'entity' at Roswell? Someone explain that. Who does Mason have contact with? I feel we have two wild cards in Mason and St. Germane.

o Dave Komlos: Note that even this early in 1.23, Jack refers to the King of All Tears and the demonic visions visited upon him as "shitty special effects" - more reference to the events as part of a film, and possible reference to Mason's hoax. 

The image of the perfect soul as a red globe above the lotus may be a metaphor - that the red light is the "stop" for our universe. 

from Zenkidu:
Despite holding out for a while, I now concede that The Stranger encountered by Rags and Mary Shelley and Colonel Black is The Devil. 

Or at least, a Devil.

He is acting more like the Gnostic Devil than that repressed little spoilt-boy, the Christian Devil. 

Our Devil ("I hope you guessed his name...") is acting as a force of change and evolution

The Gnostic interpretation of the Garden of Eden scenario sees the offering of the fruit of the tree of knowledge to Eve as a necessary transgression against God. 

For the Gnostic God of the World is not a foo-foo Father of Love and Light.

He is rather a Tyrant, whose goal is to keep humanity incarcerated in the prison of the material world. As long as the Tyrant-as-global-Prison-Warden succeeds, he will keep that part of humanity which is connected to the real, trans-material Realm of Light under his CONTROL

(The story of how humanity came to be receptacles of Light trapped in the Darkness of materiality is a bit convoluted. Check out the Gnostic Library is you want the original texts: http://www.webcom.com/gnosis/)


But the Lord of Light sends his son (aka, Lucifer in some texts, the Cosmic Jesus in others) to remind humanity of their spiritual potential, their essential FREEDOM. The Son of Light (the Morningstar) accomplishes his task by offering Eve that Apple. Thus, in the eternal battle between FREEDOM and CONTROL, the Gnostic Devil is very much on the side of FREEDOM. This Gnostic myth parallels the story of Prometheus, who stole fire from the gods in order to kick start the evolution of humanity towards FREEDOM from the CONTROL of Olympus. Maybe the Stranger's conversation with Mary Shelley is thus that much more poignant. Perhaps he was -- in a Promethean sense -- responsible for giving humanity 'fire' (the fire of knowledge, the passion of the new, the knowledge of their divine souls), and was punished as a result. Jay suggests that this Stranger/Guy is responsible for punishing those who strive for FREEDOM.

On the contrary, perhaps he is personally cognisant of the consequences of FREEDOM, and is offering Mary Shelly, and hence Percy Shelley, some well-meaning advice. Perhaps.

Perhaps this is all shite, and I'm reading too much into everything. Anyway, not to give up now, the Erisian connection is also obvious (to me): he is introducing chaos into order, as a means of moving everything to the next higher level of order. "For the Prettiest One," indeed. Let us not forget that Lucifer was always the most beautiful of God's angels... I think that this theory fits well with the theory that the Stranger is also the Harlequin, who was the medieval sublimiation of the Devil figure: legitimated transgressor, prankster, trickster. Trickster: that's what our Stranger is (wow, sudden flash of inspiration!).

Like Coyote, Prometheus, the Gnostic Devil, the Harlequin and Eris, the Stranger (even if he is actually none of the above) is acting to mix things up -- just like every Trickster figure in world mythology.

Whether the Trickster is acting according to a plan of arcane convolutedness or whether he has no plan beyond creating a lot of fucking chaos his essential role is, and has always been, just this: throw a spanner in the works, see how they react. It'll be a gas. from Josiah Bancroft Given Grant's insistance (despite his habit of borrowing from other sources) on not being directly predictable, or even sometimes comprehensible, I'm leaning away from the Stranger/Lucifer theory.

It's too commonplace for Grant to try at this point; mainstream writing, yes, but on his baby?

He's gone so far as to place the existence of good and evil in a relativistic light, and put the existence of Manichaen influences on our plane down to the influence of the home dimension and victimization of the 'magic matter', that I'd be willing to lay money on his veering FAR away from taking the Stranger in so straightforward of a direction as to be a commonplace historical/mystical figure as Lucifer, or for that matter, the Comte De Saint-Germaine.


"They talk in emotional aggregates."

This is mentioned by Mason, regarding the homeopathic Grail experience, and by the Harliquinade.... Has anyone questioned as to whether the 'homeopathic drink' was not, in fact, 'magic matter'?

Much of the entire second act of the Invisibles has been centered around blatantly obvious themes, this among them.... If Mason has, in fact, ingested what he is incapable of utilizing, what has it done to him?

Most who have encountered the 'magic matter' have been practitioners of some belief system (read: Fanny, Jim Crow, King Mob), and those who haven't and have encountered it (Brodie, for instance) have had a disjointed recollection/recognition of it for what it was. from


E. Lloyd Olson: The pornographic tape the doomed boyfriend is watching in Kill Your Boyfriend when he is killed may be one of Quimper's productions... I recall a mention of tentacles. Note the emphasis in KYB on mutability of identity -- is this connected with _Invisibles_? From Picosecond Mirror: It was some kind of porno fantasy/D&D thing, and there were no tentacles mentioned, but there was some line like "Oh baby squeeze my tits with your claws". Another thing about KYB is that the pair of rebellious young killers turn out to be brother & sister in the end. That's very reminiscent of Gideon Stargrave & his sister's incestuous relationship, though the kids in KYB were unaware of it. I wonder if there's a relation between these two bro/sis characters, or if Grant was just trying to be outrageous or kinky & reused an earlier idea. From Mr. White: In the last two issues (2.16&17) Mason's presumed involvement in the overall conspiracy is perhaps significant. He is trying to hint at this often, without actually giving anything away. His comparison between life and movies has been constant, and his telling of the death of Diana significant as the first death by media. In issue 1.05, the start of "Arcadia," was Grant foreshadowing Mason's involvement with the shadow puppet guy that KM saw, the Dalang? If so, how much else is foreshadowed in Arcadia? It's obviously an extremely signifcant story arc. Quimper is working for Mason, right? In 1:25, Quimper tells those '70s detectives, he makes films for rich clientele. And Mason is pretty fucking rich, so he's the likely suspect. Mason has more significance than is recognized.

o Josiah Bancroft: The latest extension of the idea regarding both the Stranger and the Harlequinade is this: The dual universe theory, which Mad Tom (in Dane's training) and King Mob have both explained, may well apply to the Stranger/Harlequinade. Neither the Stranger nor the Harlequinade are generally recognized as being human; perhaps they're emmisaries (Manichaen influences) of the dual universes. To further confuse things in the intrest of illumination: The 'sick' universe and 'our' universe overlap, and this point is our reality? The Outer Church and Saloman's House exist on the periphery of our reality, where it contacts the exterior influence, or universe. Much as these interspatial systems (for lack of a better phrase) have cojoined in conflict to create our world, they may have collaberated at lower levels. "As above, so below." To wit: It has been mentioned/alluded to there being several Manichaen 'messiahs', emmisaries of a higher power, most recently with Dane. It's possible the dual universes contact one another at 'soft places' (to steal from Gaiman) through a human, animal, or plantlike (Lovecraft?) medium to create agitators for their cause. (As if any of this helps to explain where I'm going.) The Stranger and Harlequinade may not merely be the same person, but polar influences acting through the same medium. They're the SAME EXACT thing, capable of being in multiple places and times at once (all times are one) but follow certain parallel courses that betray their similar intent. The Stranger is Harlequin is the Dalang. (Arcadia part one.) The Dalang is a very clever man. He makes us think there is a great war between opposing forces (demonstrated through a shadow-play) but there is only the Dalang. He is the principal motivator for both sides. So what's the goal? (Note: The most recent issue, there are two versions of the Stranger present.... Am I onto something here, or am I just rambling?)

o Paul Melancon: Well, I'm trying to take in the debate as a whole. And the conclusion I seem to come to right now is this: I'd have to agree with Josiah Bancroft (annot for 2.17) and take it a step further. The Hippie and the Stranger and the Harlequin are separate entities, but are all connected. They are a physical manifestation of the 2 universes (the hippie and the Stranger) and their intersection (the Harlequin). And the Harlequin, like the Dalang, is merely performing a shadow-play with the rest of us, a chess game where he plays both colors. And when the final issue rolls around and the true conspiracy is revealed, it will bear no resemblance to anything we have been shown so far.

Saturday, 22 December 2018

The Enkidu Principle : Stand Up, Young Man








Forget it, man.
What do you mean, forget it?


Stop beating it into the ground.
You ain't doing nobody no good.


Okay, new-meat. You get some sleep.
And save your strength, 'cause you're going to need it.
Tomorrow.


Why don't you just stay down, Luke?
He's just going to knock you down again, buddy.
It's not your fault. He's just too big.
Let him hit you in the nose and get some blood flowing.
Maybe the bosses'll stop it before he kills you.


I don't want to frighten him.


Stay down, Luke.


Stay down, Luke. He's gonna kill you.
Stay down!


Somebody ought to stop this thing.
Stay down.
You're beat!


You're going to have to kill me.




All right, pass right. Here we go.
King gets a three, queen deuce, seven pair of savannah's right here.
Deuce gets a four. No hell. Three gets a big ace.


I call.
Kick a buck.
A dollar?
One time.
All right, I'll call.
Hell, if I catch, I'm gonna burn you out. I call.
King, three, he got a four.
Queen, deuce gets a five.
Pair of seven gets a john.
And the big ace gets...slop in the face.
Okay, you still do the talking.

Cuter again.

I call.

Kick a buck.


What you got?


Pair of sevens.
I can see that, mother-head.
What have you got in the hole?
He ain't got nothing showing.
Raze his head off.
He's been betting...

All right, why don't you call him.
You've got to see it, Gambler.
I can't. I can't catch a damn thing...
I'm snake-bit. I fold.
King, four, three. You got a nine.
You got a nine. Nothing visible.
Pair of sevens and a jack gets a six.
Savannahs, you still a better, man.
Kick a buck.
Kick him back a buck!
I'll see your buck and back a buck.
Kick a buck.
Damn!
Don't look at me, mother-head.
What're you going to do, play like
a coconut? You got to call him.
I know he's got a pair of kings.
You don't have to stuff'em up my nose.
Well, you still got to call him, anyway.
The man's got kings. Get your tail out.
You wanna see him? Right there.
Nothing. Handful of nothing.
You stupid mullet-head,
he beat you with nothing.
Just like today when he kept
coming back at me. With nothing.
Sometimes nothing
can be a real cool hand.
Move over.
I'm going to sit in here
next to my boy.
Cool Hand Luke.

The Enkidu Principle


Opposition is True Friendship

William Blake,
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell



"A Man should marry - yes, yes."

The King,
The Madness of George III

The Idiot Prince of Wales :
I am Married, Sir.

The King :
No, Sir. 
You are Not.



PICARD: 
My turn? No, I'm not much of a story teller. 
Besides, you wouldn't understand. 

Shaka. when the walls fell. 

Perhaps that doesn't matter. 
You want to hear it anyway.
There's a story, a very ancient one, from Earth. 

I'll try and remember it : 

Gilgamesh, a King. 
Gilgamesh, a king, at Uruk. 

He tormented his subjects. 
He made them angry. 

They cried out aloud, 
“Send us a companion for our King. 
Spare us from his madness.”

Enkidu, a wild man from the forest, entered the city. 

They fought in The Temple. 
They fought in The Street. 

Gilgamesh defeated Enkidu. 

They became great friends. 

Gilgamesh 
and 
Enkidu 
at Uruk


DATHON: 
At Uruk.

PICARD: 
The new friends went out into The Desert together, 
where The Great Bull of Heaven was killing men by the hundreds. 

Enkidu caught the bull by the tail. 
Gilgamesh struck it with his sword.

DATHON: 
Gilgamesh.

PICARD: 
They were victorious. 

But Enkidu fell to the ground, struck down by The Gods. 

And Gilgamesh wept bitter tears, saying, 
'He who was my companion through adventure and hardship, is gone forever.’


(And so Dathon dies.)




‘You made him, O Aruru, now create his equal;
 let it be as like him as his own reflection, 
his second self, stormy heart for stormy heart. 
Let them contend together and leave Uruk in quiet.’

So The Goddess conceived an image in her mind, and it was of the stuff of Anu of the firmament.

“Father, there is a man, unlike any other, who comes down from the hills. 

He is the strongest in the world, he is like an immortal from heaven. 

He ranges over the hills with wild beasts and eats grass; he ranges through your land and comes down to the wells. I am afraid and dare not go near him. 

He fills in the pits which I dig and tears up my traps set for the game; he helps the beasts to escape and now they slip through my fingers.’



THE COMING OF ENKIDU



GILGAMESH went abroad in The World, but he met with none who could withstand his arms till he came to Uruk. But the men of Uruk muttered in their houses, ‘Gilgamesh sounds the tocsin for his amusement, his arrogance has no bounds by day or night. No son is left with his father, for Gilgamesh takes them all, even the children; yet the king should be a shepherd to his people. His lust leaves no virgin to her lover, neither the warrior’s daughter nor the wife of the noble; yet this is the shepherd of the city, wise, comely, and resolute.’

The gods heard their lament, the gods of heaven cried to the Lord of Uruk, to Anu the god of Uruk : ‘A goddess made him, strong as a savage bull, none can withstand his arms. No son is left with his father, for Gilgamesh takes them all; and is this the king, the shepherd of his people? His lust leaves no virgin to her lover, neither the warrior’s daughter nor the wife of the noble.’ 

When Anu had heard their lamentation the gods cried to Aruru, the goddess of creation, 

‘You made him, O Aruru, now create his equal;
 let it be as like him as his own reflection, 
his second self, stormy heart for stormy heart. 
Let them contend together and leave Uruk in quiet.’

So The Goddess conceived an image in her mind, and it was of the stuff of Anu of the firmament.

She dipped her hands in water and pinched off clay, she let it fall in the wilderness, and noble Enkidu was created. 

There was virtue in him of the god of war, of Ninurta himself. 

His body was rough, he had long hair like a woman’s; it waved like the hair of Nisaba, the goddess of corn. 

His body was covered with matted hair like Samuqan’s, the god of cattle. 

He was innocent of mankind; 
he knew nothing of the cultivated land.

Enkidu ate grass in the hills with the gazelle and lurked with wild beasts at the water-holes; he had joy of the water with the herds of wild game. But there was a trapper who met him one day face to face at the drinking-hole, for the wild game had entered his territory. On three days he met him face to face, and the trapper was frozen with fear. He went back to his house with the game that he had caught, and he was dumb, benumbed with terror. His face was altered like that of one who has made a long journey. 

With awe in his heart he spoke to his father: ‘Father, there is a man, unlike any other, who comes down from the hills. He is the strongest in the world, he is like an immortal from heaven. He ranges over the hills with wild beasts and eats grass; he ranges through your land and comes down to the wells. I am afraid and dare not go near him. He fills in the pits which I dig and tears up my traps set for the game; he helps the beasts to escape and now they slip through my fingers.’

His father opened his mouth and said to the trapper, ‘My son, in Uruk lives Gilgamesh; no one has ever prevailed against him, he is strong as a star from heaven. Go to Uruk, find Gilgamesh, extol the strength of this wild man. Ask him to give you a harlot, a wanton from the temple of love; return with her, and let her woman’s power overpower this man. When next he comes down to drink at the wells she will be there, stripped naked; and when he sees her beckoning he will embrace her, and then the wild beasts will reject him.’

So the trapper set out on his journey to Uruk and addressed himself to Gilgamesh saying, ‘A man unlike any other is roaming now in the pastures; he is as strong as a star from heaven and I am afraid to approach him. He helps the wild game to escape; he fills in my pits and pulls up my traps.’ Gilgamesh said, Trapper, go back, take with you a harlot, a child of pleasure. At the drinking-hole she will strip, and when he sees her beckoning he will embrace her and the game of the wilderness will surely reject him.’

Now the trapper returned, taking the harlot with him. After a three days’ journey they came to the drinking-hole, and there they sat down; the harlot and the trapper sat facing one another and waited for the game to come. For the first day and for the second day the two sat waiting, but on the third day the herds came; they came down to drink and Enkidu was with them. The small wild creatures of the plains were glad of the water, and Enkidu with them, who ate grass with the gazelle and was born in the hills; and she saw him, the savage man, come from far-off in the hills. The trapper spoke to her: ‘There he is. Now, woman, make your breasts bare, have no shame, do not delay but welcome his love. Let him see you naked, let him possess your body. When he comes near uncover yourself and lie with him; teach him, the savage man, your woman’s art, for when he murmurs love to you the wild beasts that shared his life in the hills will reject him.’

She was not ashamed to take him, she made herself naked and welcomed his eagerness; as he lay on her murmuring love she taught him the woman’s art. For six days and seven nights they lay together, for Enkidu had forgotten his home in the hills; but when he was satisfied he went back to the wild beasts. Then, when the gazelle saw him, they bolted away; when the wild creatures saw him they fled. Enkidu would have followed, but his body was bound as though with a cord, his knees gave way when he started to run, his swiftness was gone. And now the wild creatures had all fled away; Enkidu was grown weak, for wisdom was in him, and the thoughts of a man were in his heart. So he returned and sat down at the woman’s feet, and listened intently to what she said. ‘You are wise, Enkidu, and now you have become like a god. Why do you want to run wild with the beasts in the hills? Come with me. I will take you to strong-walled Uruk, to the blessed temple of Ishtar and of Anu, of love and of heaven : there Gilgamesh lives, who is very strong, and like a wild bull he lords it over men.’

When she had spoken Enkidu was pleased; he longed for a comrade, for one who would understand his heart. ‘Come, woman, and take me to that holy temple, to the house of Anu and of Ishtar, and to the place where Gilgamesh lords it over the people. I will challenge him boldly, I will cry out aloud in Uruk, “I am the strongest here, I have come to change the old order, I am he who was born in the hills, I am he who is strongest of all.”’

She said, ‘Let us go, and let him see your face. I know very well where Gilgamesh is in great Uruk. O Enkidu, there all the people are dressed in their gorgeous robes, every day is holiday, the young men and the girls are wonderful to see. How sweet they smell! All the great ones are roused from their beds. O Enkidu, you who love life, I will show you Gilgamesh, a man of many moods; you shall look at him well in his radiant manhood. His body is perfect in strength and maturity; he never rests by night or day. He is stronger than you, so leave your boasting. Shamash the glorious sun has given favours to Gilgamesh, and Anu of the heavens, and Enlil, and Ea the wise has given him deep understanding. I tell you, even before you have left the wilderness, Gilgamesh will know in his dreams that you are coming.’

Now Gilgamesh got up to tell his dream to his mother, Ninsun, one of the wise gods. ‘Mother, last night I had a dream. I was full of joy, the young heroes were round me and I walked through the night under the stars of the firmament, and one, a meteor of the stuff of Anu, fell down from heaven. I tried to lift it but it proved too heavy. All the people of Uruk came round to see it, the common people jostled and the nobles thronged to kiss its feet; and to me its attraction was like the love of woman. They helped me, I braced my forehead and I raised it with thongs and brought it to you, and you yourself pronounced it my brother.’

Then Ninsun, who is well-beloved and wise, said to Gilgamesh, ‘This star of heaven which descended like a meteor from the sky; which you tried to lift, but found too heavy, when you tried to move it it would not budge, and so you brought it to my feet; I made it for you, a goad and spur, and you were drawn as though to a woman. This is the strong comrade, the one who brings help to his friend in his need. He is the strongest of wild creatures, the stuff of Anu; born in the grass-lands and the wild hills reared him; when you see him you will be glad; you will love him as a woman and he will never forsake you. This is the meaning of the dream.’

Gilgamesh said, ‘Mother, I dreamed a second dream. In the streets of strong-walled Uruk there lay an axe; the shape of it was strange and the people thronged round. I saw it and was glad. I bent down, deeply drawn towards it; I loved it like a woman and wore it at my side.’ Ninsun answered, ‘That axe, which you saw, which drew you so powerfully like love of a woman, that is the comrade whom I give you, and he will come in his strength like one of the host of heaven. He is the brave companion who rescues his friend in necessity.’ Gilgamesh said to his mother, ‘A friend, a counsellor has come to me from Enlil, and now I shall befriend and counsel him.’ So Gilgamesh told his dreams; and the harlot retold them to Enkidu.

And now she said to Enkidu, ‘When I look at you you have become like a god. Why do you yearn to run wild again with the beasts in the hills? Get up from the ground, the bed of a shepherd.’ He listened to her words with care. It was good advice that she gave. She divided her clothing in two and with the one half she clothed him and with the other herself; and holding his hand she led him like a child to the sheepfolds, into the shepherds’ tents. There all the shepherds crowded round to see him, they put down bread in front of him, but Enkidu could only suck the milk of wild animals. He fumbled and gaped, at a loss what to do or how he should eat the bread and drink the strong wine. Then the woman said, ‘Enkidu, eat bread, it is the staff of life; drink the wine, it is the custom of the land.’ So he ate till he was full and drank strong wine, seven goblets. He became merry, his heart exulted and his face shone. He rubbed down the matted hair of his body and anointed himself with oil. Enkidu had become a man; but when he had put on man’s clothing he appeared like a bridegroom. He took arms to hunt the lion so that the shepherds could rest at night. He caught wolves and lions and the herdsmen lay down in peace; for Enkidu was their watchman, that strong man who had no rival.

He was merry living with the shepherds, till one day lifting his eyes he saw a man approaching. He said to the harlot, “Woman, fetch that man here. Why has he come? I wish to know his name.’ She went and called the man saying, ‘Sir, where are you going on this weary journey?’ The man answered, saying to Enkidu, 

‘Gilgamesh has gone into the marriage-house and shut out the people. He does strange things in Uruk, the city of great streets. At the roll of the drum work begins for the men, and work for the women.

Gilgamesh the king is about to celebrate marriage with the Queen of Love, and he still demands to be first with the bride, the king to be first and the husband to follow, for that was ordained by the gods from his birth, from the time the umbilical cord was cut. But now the drums roll for the choice of the bride and the city groans.’ 



At these words Enkidu turned white in the face. ‘I will go to the place where Gilgamesh lords it over the people, I will challenge him boldly, and I will cry aloud in Uruk, ”I have come to change the old order, for I am the strongest here.’”

Now Enkidu strode in front and the woman followed behind. He entered Uruk, that great market, and all the folk thronged round him where he stood in the street in strong-walled Uruk. The people jostled; speaking of him they said, 

‘He is the spit of Gilgamesh.’ 

‘He is shorter.’ 

‘He is bigger of bone.’ 

‘This is the one who was reared on the milk of wild beasts. 
His is the greatest strength.’ 


The men rejoiced: 

‘Now Gilgamesh has met his match. 

This great one, this hero whose beauty is like a god, he is a match even for Gilgamesh.’

'Kick his ass!'


In Uruk the bridal bed was made, fit for the Goddess of Love. 

The bride waited for the bridegroom, but in the night Gilgamesh got up and came to the house. 

Then Enkidu stepped out, he stood in the street and blocked the way. 

Mighty Gilgamesh came on and Enkidu met him at the gate. 

He put out his foot and prevented Gilgamesh from entering the house, so they grappled, holding each other like bulls.

They broke the doorposts and the walls shook, they snorted like bulls locked together. 

They shattered the doorposts and the walls shook. 

Gilgamesh bent his knee with his foot planted on the ground and with a turn Enkidu was thrown. 

Then immediately his fury died. 

When Enkidu was thrown he said to Gilgamesh, 

‘There is not another like you in The World.

Ninsun, who is as strong as a wild ox in the byre, she was the mother who bore you, and now you are raised above all men, and Enlil has given you the kingship, for your strength surpasses the strength of men.’ 

So Enkidu and Gilgamesh embraced and their friendship was sealed.



The Various Elven Races and Tribes of Middle Earth  Exist There, and Act across Time, both Together and Individually, whilst they remain and dwell there, as essentially agents in the service of Destiny.

The Dwarves, however, are a later-Created race of Dæmon Artificers (They make and built things in subterranean mines and workshop - just in the same fashion as Santa Claus, or Leprechuns), completely hidden, unseen and unknown-of inside rocks and under moutains where none could know that they were there, or even existed, had they not so-desired to emerge from pur of The Earth itself to trade and market their crafts and handiwork to the Elves and Men of Middle Earth —