LAGASH AND SUMER ARTIFACTS – Antenna, Animals and ANIMATION OF US

September 17, 2019
Blogpost below shared from Old Eureopean culture.
My preface: The below spurs consideration into the immense mystery of genetic manipulation, the argument of Vegetarianism – veganism now, with the miscegenated dairy and egg species – and were we created by gods (little g), aliens, or are we now striving to become gods (or not, per effects of free will), each of us as individual soul beings? Ancient writings from pre-Judeo-Christian as well as post reverberate the concept that we originate as pieces of THE ALL, who conceived of us in thought, we were materialized in compassionate punishment and pity, and have been given the chance to redeem ourselves by living in the body which kills the soul through its predilection to wanton desires and pleasures, committing hubris in its ID nature. As mush as is misunderstood, and with the prejudicial AI power of digital, the analog word is better trusted. Ironic as it is, having said just that, here’s the 1910 book A HISTORY OF SUMER AND AKKAD AN ACCOUNT OF THE EARLY RACES OF BABYLONIA FROM PREHISTORIC TIMES TO THE FOUNDATION OF THE BABYLONIAN MONARCHY by LEONARD W. KING, M.A., F.S.A., Assistant in the Department of Egyptian and Assyrian Antiquities, British Museum, WITH MAP, PLANS, AND ILLUSTRATIONS, NEW YORK  which you can download into a folder locally and read offline. The more one studies the past, one learns reality.  Becoming the LIGHT BEING free of lower vibrational entities and participating in their debasement is your DIVINE RIGHT. And don’t let annunaki smudges like this guy tell you otherwise, with statements like “History began when man invented gods, and will end when man becomes one.” A deeper look into that statement, besides its illuminati transhumanism, is the utter nihilistic intent. (In case you do not realize, that skull is a Rothschild skull. And witness his interview with Zuckerburg). If history ends, what is there? How would this entity know? What would a DMT molecule say? Does the neverending pattern of creation, that magical 9 fibonacci sequence end? Who writes history? This guy states that he does. Is he a walk-in? Just asking.

Entemena vase

Posted: 13 Sep 2019 01:56 PM PDT

Entemena (around 2400 BC) was the king of Lagash who reestablished Lagash as a power in Sumer. During his reign, the finest example of metal engraving in Sumer, the silver vase of Entemena, was produced.

The vase was dedicated to the Storm God and the main deity of Lagash, Ningirsu. This is the translation of the inscription, form the great site “Somerian Shakespeare

Remember, Ningirsu is the god who arrives on a lion headed dragon…

His symbol was the lion headed eagle, like this one engraved on a votive mace head currently in the British Museum. The lion headed eagle was also the symbol of Lagash.

Now back to the silver vase. The top frieze is decorated with bulls.

Bull is always associated to the Storm God that arrives in August (Leo) to end the summer, which begins in May (Taurus).

Bull and Sky God in Irish folklore
Bull and Sky God in Serbian folklore

But the bottom decoration is really, really, really 🙂 interesting. Here it is broken into three separate images, with explanation from “A History of Sumer and Akkad History of Babylonia vol. 1” by  Leonard William King

The explanation for the image is sooo lame. Why are lions, the symbols of Ningirsu, substituted for ibex and deer? Just another unanswered question then…To answer this question, we need to see what this bottom frieze actually looks like

We have, from right to left, deer, lion, ibex. Lion feasting on both. To understand why these animals are arranged like this, we need to look at biology of deer, lion and ibex species from Zagros Mountains and Mesopotamia.

The deer is Persian Fallow Deer.

Its mating season starts in August, so the beginning of the Autumn symbolised by Leo, lion (because autumn starts in Leo)

The goat is Bezoar Ibex goat.

Its mating season starts in November, so at the end  of the Autumn symbolised by Leo, lion (because autumn starts in Leo)

The lion is Asiatic lion.

Its mating season starts in September, middle of the Autumn symbolised by Leo, lion (because autumn starts in Leo). It last until January, spanning the mating seasons of deer (August-September) and goat (November-January).

So the order of the animals in the frieze is not at all random…

Considering that all the other zodiac signs mark some major event linked with animal reproduction in Europe, I wonder if originally European lions, now extinct, had their mating season starting in August, and this is why Leo is where it is on the Zodiac circle???

Aries – marks lambing of European wild sheep
Taurus – marks calving of European wild cattle
Pisces – marks mating of European salmon
Capricorn – marks mating of Alpine ibexes

Namasté.

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It Was Felicity

May 25, 2019

It Was Felicity

I’ve worked at horse barns most of my life, spending time since age two on my Uncle Mike’s farm, learning to ride my cousin Kimmie’s pony Princey at age four. By fourteen I had my first barn job. I mucked stalls, cleaned tack and walked sweaty school horses in endless laps around countless rings for hours a day in exchange for a one-hour weekly lesson. Silver spoon background, I had not: no wealthy parents fostered my passion. I’ll never forget my disbelief at that last job witnessing the Olympic finals teenage rider who’d worn out her show pony throw her engraved sterling silver spurs to the ring gravel as she pulled off her boots, and another throw a helmet that cost as much as a month of lessons. That is, would cost if I, my working single-mother self could’ve afforded them. No, I earned this.

In adulthood, I managed barns, training horses in exchange for board for my own. Motherhood had its own price, and to keep horses in my life required labor expenditure on my part. The difference was that commensurate with my skills came responsibility and respect. I was a self-made equestrian; I had an interesting lifestyle offering stability to my two children because I had no familial or monetary support – even court-ordered child support was held withheld from us by a mad world… but I had horses. Whether my own or others’, I was their keeper, caregiver and sometimes, their last friend. For man has a cruel hand with animals, and most humans refuse to acknowledge how heartless they themselves can be.

With my children grown, my immersion into the horse world increased. I began managing show barns, eventing, dressage, Lexington Cup, then working for Olympic level riders, caring for their million dollar horses. With wealth seemed even greater disregard. Often, I was closer to the horses than their owners.

At that last barn in 2007 was a horse named Felicity. A prematurely aged, emaciated mare; outgrown by the owner’s daughters, then leased for show like a rental car. She had literally run her heart out; they call it broken wind. Labored breath and imbalanced step was her existence. I wondered why they didn’t euthanize her, as I gave her the daily injections they kept her alive with, her suffering made worse by lack of touch. The owners wouldn’t touch her. Money was their love.

One Summer evening, as I arrived to turn out the heat-of-day-stalled equine athletes for their one hour of turnout while I cleaned their stalls, I knew it was Felicity’s time to go. Arriving there after my day job in the hour that ushers twilight in, I went to her stall first and found her chest against the wall, her throttled neck hanging in dead weight over the window ledge, with labored breath and fear in her eyes. “We’re getting spinner rims on our rigs. We can’t come. The vet’s going to put her down in the morning”, one of the owners said when I called.

They were going to let her die alone and didn’t even leave me a note.

Putting my cellphone back my pocket, with all my strength of body and will I lifted her head back out of the window, wrapping myself under her neck. We aren’t supposed to do this, they can crush us if we fall. I supported her all the way to the field gate, reluctantly leaving her standing there as I went to turn out the other four horses. I heard Felicity hit the ground from two barns and an indoor ring away. Grabbing a horse blanket, I ran. A velvet mist coated the dusk, and my eyes caught her silhouette at center of the fenceline at the west edge of the field. Experience had taught me to pad their heads against the ground lest in the throes of death their eyes are gouged out. I kept that blanket under her head and went around in circles with her as her flailing hooves sought one last hold and she gasped for air, eyes seeing beyond wild. She was not going to let life go.

A soft rain began to fall, and without thinking, I remembered asking the owners if she had ever had babies, and was told she’d had one stillborn foal, and was never bred again. Risking safety, I grabbed her head between my hands. Her lips were pulled back as she gnashed her teeth and it was dangerous, her hooves striking in all directions in wild last extensions, running from the end. “Felicity! Felicity! Listen to me, Felicity! Your baby’s out there, do you see her? She’s in the grass; she’s waiting for you to go nurse her. Go to her, go nurse your baby, Felicity!” My hands on each side of her cheeks, I pulled her gaze to where I was looking into the sunset mist and I saw her baby on the green grass waiting in the rain, looking toward her mommy. I did, and she did too. Her neck arched, and her lips curled back in a death rattle froth of foam for what seemed like forever. I held her face looking into her eyes and I saw not death, but Life. I saw her run to her baby in the green grass in the rain. I saw beyond an ending to the eternity waiting before us. Felicity helped me to see.

Laura R. Brooks
Written March, 2013

Felicity – noun; [mass noun]

1. Intense happiness.
Example sentences:
‘What he’s talking about – as always – is how to lead a good and therefore happy life; he loved productivity and valued felicity.’
‘In this respect they work as much in favor of happiness in this world as of felicity in the next.’
‘We suspect felicity is not likely to accompany a sense of entitlement, which arises from a sullen sense that not only are things not improving but that that is because we have no control – the world does not appreciate our true worth.’
‘For such a person, felicity after death could be higher than felicity before death. But felicity is, in the end, something to be sought.’
‘All we have to do is speak our preferences plainly and a whole new world of mutual felicity should arise.’

2. The ability to find appropriate expression for one’s thoughts.
Example sentences:
‘He exposed the kernel of the matter with his elegance and felicity of expression, and audacities of phrase struck him as grotesque monstrosities, where everything was absurd, unreal, and impossible.’
‘An original thinker always alertly attuned to contemporary culture, he was admired for his intellectual style and the felicity with which he expressed his ideas.’
‘Authentic humans draw on experience and felicity of expression, courage and uncompromising values to become witnesses to truth.’

Synonyms:
Eloquence, aptness, appropriateness, appropriacy, suitability, suitableness, applicability, fitness, relevance, pertinence, correctness, rightness
Example sentences:
‘I have wondered, for instance, whether it is more a sense of brushstroke rather than verbal felicity that makes for some of the most arresting words and imagery in the arts.’
‘It has been admired for ‘its simplicity, its dignity, its power, its happy turns of expression the music of its cadences, and the felicities of its rhythm.’
‘Innocent jokes depend upon verbal felicities, puns, play upon words, combining incongruous words, oscillating between occasional felicities amidst triviality.’

Origin
Late Middle English: from Old French felicite, from Latin felicitas, from felix, felic- ‘happy’.

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RED PILL BLUE PILL

I just wanna share a bit more email convo that’s been happening between a friend and I, which I shared some here a couple of days ago.
Now, I am far from perfect, although I really do do my best to Be Good (insert ET mental image here, replete with pointing finger at young Drew Barrymoore). I fail daily. I try again and again. Detoxing and complete change/body/mind/soul reset based upon the 23 chromosome DNA gift Yeshua gave all.
But my old friend (and 8-9 years older than I am and NOT detoxed) pushed back at gnowledge and innerstanding, and I told him he “took the blue pill”.
He does not know what it is! I am surprised???

It’s become iconic; a shorthand for choice of perception. Neo chose the red one in the matrix, which is analagous to our life here in this electric, holographic universe. Those who are asleep chose the blue: the comfort zone of being managed in a system of slavery and programmed existence.
Red perhaps for the color of human blood? Blue perhaps for reptilian?
Lucifer.
He asked more than once. Ex-military contract computer support staff. They can pull the wool (a cliche from sheep, natch) over any eyes they want, if the subject lets them. #choice #freewill #elect #mustchoose #seekandyeshallfind
It’s the hardest thing to grasp this mystery when all they have done is to occlude it. Even blood from the intestines passed is called “occult blood”.
Think about it.
Listen to this.
One in a thousand viewers might. This was recorded in 1965 – almost fifty years ago, by Paul Harvey, and is about four minutes long.

 

If You Doubt Your Worth, Listen To This

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You’re so beautiful. You’re the most beautiful I ever saw. You cost me everything I had, but you were worth it. I’m glad I got you. I love you.

Think of yourself as a uniquely beautiful and valuable pearl. Do you know that pearls are the result of suffering? It is out of the suffering of an oyster that a pearl comes forth. So maybe you’ve been through suffering, and you question whether God really loves you [or even if God exists]. Over the span of human history the truth of who we are has been hidden by the royalty, governments and churches and the elite, creating a schism in the human psyche regarding the truth of who we are.

We are NOT unimportant, insignificant or worthless. We are EXTREMELY VALUABLE. We are the pearl of great price.

All negativity and trauma is from the evil forces, called occult, satanic, witchcraft. People have been deceived and see the world upside-down; inverted. People think they are insignificant and hate themselves. We are being attacked by witchcraft via chemicals, medications, water, air, food, TV and radio, all music, frequencies, social media, and everything in the artificial construct called our world.

You have value. You are a divine being convinced you’re space junk.
E, you mean everything to me. My love enfolds you, and carries you. It is inescapable, and in our DNA.

Wake up. You are a spiritual being. LOVE IS CREATION, LOVE DOES NOT CREATE TRAUMA. To break the trauma trap all you need to do is accept that you have been decieved, and be free. The price was paid, you owe nothing. It’s been yours and mine and ours all along. We were tricked. Now we know.

BE THE LOVE / YOU ARE LOVE / LOVED /LOVE HAS WINGS

(Begins at 55:46)

How To Overcome Betrayal, Rejection and Loss of Who You Love

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Just open yourself up and expose yourself. And if you’re wounded, let LOVE flow out of the wounds.

DIVINE LOVE DOES NOT DRAW BACK OR TURN AWAY. DIVINE LOVE TOTALLY EXPOSES ITSELF AT THE COST OF EMBARRASSMENT, SHAME OR BETRAYAL.

LOVE CAUSED JESUS TO EXPOSE HIMSELF TOTALLY ON THE CROSS.

LOVE DOESN’T HIDE. LOVE DOESNT WITHDRAW, LOVE DOESN’T TURN AWAY, LOVE DOESN’T COVER UP.

THE WOUNDS IN THE FLESH ONLY EXPOSE LOVE AND OPEN A WAY FOR IT TO FLOW FORTH.

WHEN YOU’RE ABOUT TO BE WOUNDED BY SOMEBODY YOU LOVE, WHAT DO YOU DO, TURN AWAY? DEFEND YOURSELF? RESIST? OR EXPOSE YOURSELF?

LOVE EXPOSES ITSELF WITHOUT MEASURE AND NEVER HOLDS BACK.

YOU REMAIN THERE, HOLDING SPACE, LOVE CONNECTING PERFECTLY AND INFINITELY.

LOVE IS THE MOST POWERFUL FORCE IN THE UNIVERSE.

I LOVE YOU MY GRANDDAUGHTER. STAY STRONG MY DARLING. YOU MAY NEVER READ THIS BUT I AM WRITING IT HERE. REMEMBER SITTING NEXT TO ME, WHEN I TOLD YOU THAT LOVE CONQUERS ALL. YOU ARE LOVED BEYOND MEASURE.

You are enfolded in my wings every moment every day, and covered with Love and protection, my darling. I hold that piece of soul you tore off and you have all of mine protecting you with God. The suffering will ease, my dear child. LOVE HEALS ALL. YOU ARE COVERED IN LOVE <3<3<3 ~Gramma