The Manticore of Sumer [The Second Soul of Queen Shub-ad]

Dennis L. Siluk

[2750-2500 BC: Sumerian]

Advance: The clay tablet of Sumer was made under the third dynasty of Ur, during a time of Mesopotamian bureaucracy and record keeping. Ur was a city-state of Sumer, and a sumerologist had found among its ruins several hundred such clay tablets.  The tablets in question reflected the careful and detailed administration of diverse functions in the kingdom, especially the sacrifices, and this particular one about a treasure hidden in a canal at Ur. Clearly the cuneiform script told of the exact location.   It was a small neat script, but an outstanding specimen of cuneiform calligraphy thought the good professor who found it (from Troy University); it was often the scribes job to take several small ones and combine them into an individual account, but this one was a single one, larger than the others, yet small for a big hand; it didn’t have to cover a whole years harvest as many did only a tressure. And this is where the story begins:

1. Patience from the City

Life as we all know, is bitter-sweet, and once done, once said, so it is for eternity; wipe it off the scrolls or tell the jury to overlook it, once done, it is done. There was no June sun in Lima, Peru, cool shady clouds seeping form the ocean inward, sitting over the city like fingers hanging down like a canopy, willow branches.  The water from the ocean looked like a green transparent mountain. I stand up on the rocky formation by the coast. The great world beyond troubled me, disturbed my joyfulness, my father had passed on, died a blissful solitude death. I stood there looking out into the ocean as if I was summoning it up, half dreamy; loneliness had seeped into me, sadness, and undertones of it: once more the wisdom of my father stuck me, and all the years he laid it upon me.   I doubt man will ever find but a few moments on earth of perfect rest Endlessly my father’s will and words came to mind.  He had large arcana of them.  The sounds of the hissing sea flooded my brain like an engine overworking.

I was well accustomed to my little house in Miraflores, Lima Peru, but my father waned me to be by his side often in Huancayo, in the Andes a few hundred miles away.  The noise of the sea, too imperative to be ignored, assured me of why dad wanted to have his office in the Navados, behind the city the ceaseless sounding city of Lima; stress free I do believe was his Huancayo objective.

2. The Lower World of Sumer

"Now, as the Golden Cuneiform Clay Tablet (so it came to be known as), it was the gemstone of Sumer! This he clearly regarded as the utmost of his riches. On it was engraved a code, which the old professor could only read.

"In the old Sumerian belief it was held that there were gods that were once kings of Sumer (superhuman beings; angelic renegades), and they hid a treasure—for the method used in writing (or speaking) the tablets were most important, it could command the old demigods of the underworld to appear, should one go through a ritual.  On the tablet, which, as you know now, is carved into the image of a square of sorts, both sides are cultivated with such words. As he had told folks, he’d always rise and pace the floor. A great fear for him was to lose this treasure; but I was in some strange way relieved when Simon gave me, just before he died—the tablet. The day he died he was calm and placid. I said very little to him that day, but waited as he asked, and he gave me the tablet.

If there had been any possibility of danger to him, or me he had shown none to be present at the time. Mr. Anticuario, my father returned home late that evening, he resumed his seat as usual in the living room; he placed before me the tablet. I leaned forward as he showed it to me.

On a lining of purple satin, it lay as if it was a ruby, almost as big as the palm of my girlfriend’s hand.  He did something to it; it was not its natural shape, carved it perhaps. Not sure what tool he used. Blood was stained on a corner of it, the colour of blood.

I’m sure this could not be a mistake to anyone consciously looking at the tablet, on it the figures were plain, cut with exquisite precision, as he had told me they were long ago, I used a magnifying glass to search it out, one that my father took from his jacket pocket.

When I had fully seen it, He turned it over so it rested on its back, where half the tablet was blank. The reverse was no less wonderful than the other side, just half blank, and you could see it was carved more as if it was cut into the clay. He resumed to speak to me about its legend, its powers, and its treasure:

"You see, the marks, or symbols on the upper part of the tablet, compose the amount of the treasure, with its determinatives. You know, or you all should know I suppose, that Sumerian culture used marks, dashes, lines and so forth of "thought’’; they didn’t use papyrus as did the Egyptians. On the other side of the clay tablet, is the prayer, or summons to the demigods of the lower world, its chant:

" It may be beyond belief, but it is true nonetheless, the old wonder-workers knew the truth about the lower world.  My father smiled at me often, lovingly, when he spoke about this, and then he’d resume"

"We need of course a spirit filled heart, or in plain English, ‘patience,’ will do. So in other words, this stone, or clay tablet has an element to control the Lower Ancient World of Sumer, or at least to summons them for assistance, a porthole for them to fly through you could say; and a horde of gold, or perhaps jewels hidden in some canal in Ur.

My father closed the box he had stored it in, and gave it to me with the tablet in it, and went to his room. When he was to return he was to resume his conversation with me, but I knew what it was going to be about, he had done this several times before, perhaps so I wouldn’t forget, or perhaps so he wouldn’t, he’d seat himself right here, at this table and he’d go on:

"That tablet, has a mystic chant written into it (in the centre of it is the finishing lines; which only can be gotten to by opening it up, and in its hollow centre you will also find—along with the end lines to the chant—something called a drifting soul; King Gilgamish, used this chant himself, used it to subdue the kingdoms around him with.  That is to say, in one case, when he had fought against Kish (in present day Iraq, city dating back to before the Great Flood, he used his influence with the Lower World, they assisted him, and the city fell quickly into his hands.  And then he rebuilt the city, with the demigods help.  In my father’s words ‘I need to work out the chant and the act of this source of resurrection.’ That is to say, he wanted to be able to summons the Lower World, a control element here, and perhaps a power instinct I realize. I kept the Tablet within my safe place after he died, whence no one could find it; trichologists friends of his to be exact, not even the museum inspectors could find it. "

Three Souls

"His ‘cosmological body’? What do you mean, by cosmological? Jack. What does it indicated?" There was heaviness in Gloxinia’s voice. As she had asked that question which surprised me a little, my girlfriend; but my father would have smiled at it so I did, and accepted it as a sort of tolerant parental gesture, it kind of pushed its way out through her sunshine face; then I spoke:

"Ah yes, the cosmological body, subsequent to the time I speak of, which is an accepted fact of modern theology, anthropology, in Sumer, which had its rise with gifted individuals, each king had to perform an unthinkable task (unthinkable for normal human being that is), of having thirty to fifty organism with the temple priestess, these kings were of course demigods, had to be, as was Gilgamish, and his forefathers. Thus, at will they could climax forever you might say: to a woman, a wish come true, to a normal human being who is married to a female receiver, a nightmare, should the king ask for her any certain evening; she surely would never forget the evening. In essence, they were irresistible you might say. But as I was about to say, my father’s cosmological body, what did I mean by saying that was just this: he could transfer his body whithersoever he chose, by this disbanding and reincarnation of atom brake up. And as a result, he chose to visit the underworld, the Lower world, as you may call it my lovely Gloxinia. But he was never capable in finding neither the treasure nor the chant to summons Hell’s best.  He feared to open the clay table, saying in essence: it would be his end, and perhaps that is what brought on the heart attack, he cracked the seams of the tablet as you all can see: who is to say for sure. I myself have the capability of referring my body, but not in particles, like my father. He did it by the way of ancient beliefs, believing in three souls, and magical chants.

"Each soul possessed an absolutely independent existence. Free to move at its own will, it can enter into the heaven of God, or the Hell of Lucifer, or converse with the gods, the demons of the Underworld, of before the Great Flood. This is the first soul.  The second, has substance and form, and can become animalistic in nature, or not; it has power to leave its abode, when you die, it can even leave the tomb, and come back, visit or revisit the old places it left, like a ghost…even talk with the old souls, the other souls, or loved ones. Then there was the third soul, spiritual intelligence or spirit filled.  It had light; untouchable light and shape, the shape of the body…(the pious element of the makeup) we must not forget we still have the man himself, and his power and strength; thus, now making him complete. And to add to this, was the shadow that went with the body attached to the heart, where all life comes and goes.

"Hence with all this in mind, and my father accepting this as fact, and he did, there are many possibilities, he did also have an unimpressionable will to go along with this.  He often told me when he looked into water; he could see his image wherever he was thinking of being, should he will any soul of his, or part of his soul, to go there, it would; and should he will his whole being and all its forces would be personified, and he would not be displeased where he’d end up—complete. That said, genetically speaking, he was ting supernatural, you need only ask Shub-ad, she knows, he lasted—so he said twenty-times.

3. To the Lower World’s Secrets

My father went to the Underworld to find out about the pre-Sumerians in particular the chant and the treasure, and he was told by Queen Shub-AD herself  ((first soul ((Shub-ad: had many human sacrifices lavished on her, in the bottom of her grave pit it was crowed with bones, butchered were they stood; also in the tomb was silver cow’s heads, a pair of silver heads of lionesses, all striking in its craftsmanship, and imagination: and of course the first triangular harp; discovered at Ur, 2500 BC), whom came back and told me, me in so many words, ‘…there were migrates in this land called Sumer until it was sufficiently formed to offer reasonable agriculture and competence, nomads who moved from one place to another, looking for fertile soil, so it appeared. Mankind then was created for breeding (so it seemed), eating, having a few worn garments, they walked with limbs on the ground, they ate herbs with their mouths like sheep, they drank water wherever they could find it…’ so he said. A part of her soul was left to linger the earth, he found it, another part in the Underworld, the third part encased in the centre of this tablet, with the chant.  We of course are talking about the second soul of Shub-ad.

"He also told me, the animal soul of Shub-ad, was locked up in a vault of the hollow of the clay tablet, whom can lead you to the treasure.

"What really took place was this, or so I have come to this conclusion that, the Queen wanted to resurrect her first soul with her second and third, thus a full resurrection, and my father was to help in this, and in the process, she gave him a terrible extension of magic, its power killed him, her second soul did the work, it was locked up so long that when it got free through the cracks of the tablet, it turned into its animalistic form, I believe a Manticore of some sort, a lion body, with her hands as paws (sabre tooth), and attacked my father.  When he died he had looked chew over.  Whatever magical formula he used, it gave life to the creature, which was then transmitted. If she now connects with her third soul, the soul of light, it could have a positive effect; should it not it will run ramped; should they all connect, it is unpredictable.  So I have to choose between learning the chant in the tablet, reading the scripture on the tablet, and hoping to find the treasure, and a loose mad animalistic soul, in the form of a ghost. This soul that is free from the god’s, and wanders the earth until the end of time will not go willingly. There need be no limits to her objectives.  It is my belief she laid dormient for all these centuries in the tablet tomb, waiting for my father to set her free, and he did.  So the chant is mixed with her guarding it.  But no matter what she is, she is gone, the chant is free for us to inspect—perhaps only half the chant, and world the demonic world help us once freed? If indeed she is gone. Her first soul remains in the underworld.  What her intentions are we know not, but her first soul, in the underworld would have some kind of instinct to her next moves—should we ask; they could even communicate by dreams.

"Should we find her grave, that in itself would be a central point of contact, now comes the crown of the issue, the purpose of our acquiring or attacking her: that immense tressure left in some hidden place in the canal for her; having influence over the demonic world—if indeed that is possible, and if we could connect all three souls together, she’d once more be a living queen on earth, 4500-years old, with a body and soul intact; a great scientific achievement that I’d not want to boast unless I could harness her. (All six guests at the table sat emotionless, doubt and darkness in their eyes; a mummied look.)  To this end, we seek the Queen, use her body to summons the souls that wonder the earth, linger in the Underworld.   For years I suspected my father of this, having access to the Nether World, I thought was not real, though it is. I was patient, and waited to gather all the facts from my father, and his teachings. And now I have.

4. The Sumerian Hymn

"It was the second soul of the Queen that took the Sumerian Hymn, the chant," I had told the group, and Florencia had asked about the resurrection, ‘…is there not but one resurrection! I mean that is what the Bible says?’  And my answer was as is, for a human, it was final, one resurrection of the body and soul; but in the uncommon world, the spirit world, the supernatural realm, there are plenty of deep-rooted dawns a magical spell can sweep across great landmasses, or rivers, and inspire silence of a dead soul to life.

"It thus, is given to me to comprehend what is to be and far-thinking and what to do with this high-souled woman of antiquity, that paces the earth as a Manticore, ready to devour whomever, however, whenever: who holds perhaps my secret.

"I don’t expect Queen Shub-ad’s spirit (animal soul) will wish to come willingly, lest we convince her the connecting of her other two, will make her whole for every woman would like a second chance under the sun to find love, is this not in a woman’s heart to do so. No matter what has happened before or after, a woman’s heart is never sealed for love.

We must be careful, this was you know, a woman who could raise an army with the wave of her hand, or have a temple built with the nudge of her beautiful head. Times of old may be gone, but they are not forgotten for those who have lived them, and I’m sure pleasure to restore is in the making. "

"I fear—I fear such a capture could be our deaths!!"  Said Manual Zipida, sitting at the table across from Gloxinia, Mary and Florencia.  As he spoke he seemed to be stirred, his eyes had a cryptic look in them, no mortal sight.  And then the eyes filled up with shed tears of great emotion. The very soul of a woman we were going to try and capture, take it and try to harness it, thus, he sat back shook his head and listened, entrenched into his chair, as if to say: what do we do with it if we get it? "I can see her with my second sight, she is very alone, in a silent temple in Ur, dreaming of something, she has the tale of the Manticore, the great saber teeth of the ancient lions, and great paws, a beautiful head.  The land under is calling her, but she fears to go to it. She sees us, as she hides from the sweet winds and cool agitated desert air. Perhaps I can be her kindred spirit, someone kindred anyhow, like her own, we maybe can merge for a moment, long enough to find out what her intention are and what she’s done thus far."

We all sat silent as Manual sought his powerful interpretation of her purpose, the loftiness other thoughts. It seemed out of his mouth came a flowing of a musical cadence, even his tone was strange: I could read his mind, and he was reading the Queens soul’s thoughts, in its nature it sought its other souls, as a mother to its daughters, the rest of the feeling captured was of hope.  Her soul was trying to tunnel its way through the gloomy temples and caverns of the death. And I asked Manual, ‘what was she doing now besides the communion seeking of her other souls, soul to soul, so their breaths could mingle in the same air.’  She was now at the pantheon of the Sumerian gods. Her noble prayers, chants were a vibrant musical cadence of some kind of internal force, likened to a great instrument that summons a deeper power. But what had she down since her release two weeks ago? That was weighing on my mind?

5. The Killings

For myself, I was like in a trance, when I heard what she had done what she done, saw what she down in a vision, as Manual sucked her thoughts out, and I his. Whom was this new radiant being, soul of a lost queen, existence out of a mist, a spirit out of a dark corner of a hollow tablet. She had taken the wings of her soul and few from Peru, where my father was in Huancayo, to Lima, where I had lived, and like a whale, or spanning tuna, she found her way back home, to her ancient land of Sumer, where archeologists had dug her remains up years before.  They all like to remove them, but in doing so, they leave the haunting residue; all in the name of civilized Archology.   The high culture of Sumer was perhaps 3500 BC; she was not yet born then, but the gods of Sumer were; they were the Titans of Crete, the god’s of Egypt, all went to Sumer eventually. They were the offspring, the hybrids of the Angelic Renegades of the time of Enoch.

What did she do, she looked for her bones, her residue, under the shade of a   willow-tree she had gazed into the eyes of a child, her soaring and bent spirit was indeed in a revelation to the child, who saw a deadly Manticore ready to feast on her: she, as the child moved away, her joy and rapture was supreme!  She devoured it like a giant snake would devour giant rodents, with one leap. It was not so different than the sacrifices 4500-years ago she felt. The folks of Lima, all held their child’s hands firmly, to go on with their daily discourse:

"We can perhaps contact the other two parts of her soul, it will take some astronomical calculations," said Mary Garcia.  It was why I called her to my house, to see if it was possible with this true orientation I was having.

But let me continue with the Beast part of the Queen, the second soul, the Manticore.  The child was only the first day, and as unsusceptible as it sounds, nevertheless, I will continue, day-by-day if need be. It was by this means, rip and tar, and devour the Manticore intensified her feeding, or feeling for the need of flesh.

Dead hearts were found in empty tombs throughout Lima, Peru, men, women, all died with a mystery behind them; a magic mystery. They corresponded exactly with the time period my father died, and the tablet was given to me, and this meeting.

"In such times as these we need supernatural wisdom, a thunderbolt would help. There are only loose ends to tie up I do believe, and we can capture it is best, and now that I’ve seen what I’ve seen, I have no intentions to gather her other souls, save, we all become a party to more dead. We must do this fast, while she is at her own gravesite.  We must recapture her, and put her back into where she came from.

"Now as to this tablet, perhaps we can use its magic later, or in capturing her, it has some principles of darkness to it.

6. The Candle of Life

We all believed something had to be done, just what was not clear. To be honest, just the thinking of the forthcoming ordeal with the Queen’s Second Soul, was terror, put all of us in a state of terrorism. But she had killed, and not only once but several times in two weeks. Until you’ve actually lived through it, it is hard to express in words how terror works, it has to be experienced, it manifests it self inside you, unknown danger, which is known only by the soul, the whole nature of it is different.

"We all remained sitting around the table with high spirits, thinking, off an on even some enthusiasm cheeped in, speculative moods came over us. Coffee and coke at our sides, potato chips, some popcorn.  Surely this was natural to-night we had to engaged ourselves with the spiritual dead, and summons the second soul of the Queen to us, or go to her: we didn’t have a real plan though, I mean, if she really came. Perhaps we were thinking of the thrill more than the consequences. Once we did this, she’d know who and where we were.

As we looked, and looked at the Queen’s sculpture, read the chant on the tablet, it was magnificent, a tiger cat of some great size, with her beautiful head appeared in the mirror across from me, behind the backs of the girls.  Her mouth was open wide; her claws were stained with blood. My colleges saw me in amazement, and turned about, and then they saw her also, she motioned me to step back from my seat, and I did, and I saw murder in her eyes, tears were dropping form the cheeks of Florencia, Mary and Gloxinia; Manual, covered his eyes with his palms, wiping them several times, and jumped up and ran to the kitchen. The girls were kind of frozen in place.   I gripped my way around the table, staring into the mirror, but I stumbled and fell and when I did, I was unconscious, for when I awoke, it was all dark in the house, thus, I opened up the curtains, let in the morning air and sunlight. The storm I thought was over, and even said: thank god the night has passed, then I went back to the table quickly to see the girls: merciful god I said, pain in my face, I know, I sensed it, sick at heart, all lay on the table face down, in terror, impenetrable terror in their eyes, their necks were broken, all my companions, necks broken, and on the kitchen floor, gazing upward was Manuel, hands over his face, trying to protect his eyes from the claws of the Manticore, and his guts laying open on his chest. Then I sat down, to write this letter, and I fear, the words I have will never be good enough to describe what happened: plus, I will never be allowed to make it to the hospital, the mirror has eyes, the candle of life will soon be out of me: I’ve just noticed a hole in my chest."

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