The Manticore of Sumer [The Second Soul of Queen Shub-ad] Chapters: 1-4; reedited
Advance: The clay tablet of Sumer was made under the third dynasty of Ur, while a time of Mesopotamian bureaucracy and report keeping. Ur was a city-state of Sumer, and a sumerologist had found among its ruins several hundred such clay tablets. The tablets in ask reflected the truthful and detailed supervision of diverse functions in the kingdom, especially the sacrifices, and this single one about a treasure incommunicable 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 notion the good professor who found it (from Troy University); it was often the scribes job to take several small ones and join 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:
The Manticore of Sumer [The Second Soul of Queen Shub-ad] Chapters: 1-4; reedited
Chapter One
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 from the ocean inward, sitting over the city like fingers hanging down, likened to a canopy, willow branches. The water from the ocean looked like a green transparent mountain. I stood 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 seeing 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 struck me, and all the years he laid it upon me. 'I doubt man will ever find but a few moments on earth of excellent rest,' Endlessly my father's will and these words came to mind. He had large academia of them. Next, came the sounds of the hissing sea that flooded my brain like an machine overworking.
I was well accustomed to my miniature house in Miraflores, Lima, Peru, but my father persuaded often me to be by his side in Huancayo, beyond 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 for him, as Huancayo offered, and became his objective.
Chapter Two
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 confidence it was held that there were gods that were once kings of Sumer (superhuman beings; angelic renegades), and they hid a treasure--but more important, the recipe used in writing (or speaking) as indicated on the tablets were most important, it could command the old demigods of the underworld to appear, should one go straight through a ritual.
On the tablet, which, as you know now, is carved into the image of a quadrate of sorts, both sides are cultivated with such words. As he had told folks about this: he'd often 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--gave me the tablet. The day he died he was calm and placid. I said very miniature to him that day, but waited as he asked, then suddenly, out of nowhere 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 settled 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 Gloxinia hand (Jack's girlfriend). 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 projection of it, the colour of blood that is.
I'm sure this could not be a mistake to anyone consciously seeing at the tablet: on it the figures were plain, cut with excellent precision, as he had told me they were long ago, I used a magnifying glass to crusade 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 fantastic 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, form 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 procedure 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 old World of Sumer, or at least to summons them for assistance, a porthole for them to fly straight through you could say; and a horde of gold, or possibly jewels incommunicable in some canal in Ur.
My father ended 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, possibly so I wouldn't forget, or possibly 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 chance 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 colse to 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 work on with the Lower World, they assisted him, and the city fell fast 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 possibly a power instinct I realize. I kept the Tablet within a safe place after he died, whence no one could find it; trichologists, or 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 ask which surprised me a little, my girlfriend; but my father would have smiled at it so I did, and acceptable it as a sort of tolerant parental gesture, it kind of pushed its way out straight through her sunshine face; then I spoke:
"Ah yes, the cosmological body, subsequent to the time I speak of, which is an acceptable fact of contemporary 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 procedure 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 clear evening; she unmistakably 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 seeing neither the treasure nor the chant to summons Hell's best--the end part that is. He feared to open the clay table, saying in essence: it would be his end, and possibly 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 old beliefs, believing in three souls, and magical chants.
"Each soul possessed an unmistakably 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 come to be 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 brain or spirit filled. It had light; untouchable light and shape, the shape of the body...(the pious element of the makeup I do believe) we must not forget we still have the man himself, and his power and strength; thus, now development 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.
"Henceforward, with all this in mind, and my father accepting this as fact, and he did, there are many possibilities: and let me stress, 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 reasoning of being, at that point, 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 to collaborate, it would be personified, and he would not be displeased where he'd end up--complete. That said, genetically speaking, he was a ting supernatural, you need only ask Shub-ad, she knows, he lasted sexually with her--so he said twenty-times.
Chapter three
To the Lower World's Secrets
My father went to the Underworld to find out about the pre-Sumerians in single 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 lowest of her grave pit it was crowed with bones, butchered where 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 procedure 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 cheap agriculture and competence, nomads who moved from one place to another, seeing 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, she said. A part of her soul was left to linger the earth, he found it, an additional one part in the Underworld, the third part encased in the centre of this tablet, with the chant. We of procedure 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 unmistakably took place was this, or so I have come to this closing 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 straight through the cracks of the tablet and the partial chant, it turned into its animalistic form, I believe a Manticore of some sort, a female lion's body of some type, with her hands as paws, iron seeing sabre tooth monster, and attacked my father. When he died he had looked chew over: every colour under the sun, he was: choked up purple, read blood all over him, green and yellow skin, nothing on him was a normal colour. anyone magical recipe 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 clear effect; should it not it will run ramped; should they all connect, it is unpredictable. So I have to pick in the middle of learning the chant in the tablet, reading the scripture on the tablet, and hoping to find the treasure, and an unfastened 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 confidence she laid dormient for all these centuries in the tablet tomb, waiting for my father to set her free--or anybody for that matter--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 seek and inspect--perhaps only a part of the chant is available, or none within its tablet vaults, and the world, the demonic world would help us once we acquired this full chant? If unmistakably she is gone, and if so, possibly the end part of the chant is also. Her first soul remains in the underworld--I know that for sure. 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 seek and ask, if unmistakably that is possible; we or they could even report 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 huge tressure left in some incommunicable place in the canal of Ur, she would know; plus, once having work on over the demonic world--if unmistakably that is possible, we could help associate 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 notion was not real, though it is. I was patient, and waited to collect all the facts from my father, and his teachings. And now I have many of those facts and options to look at.
Chapter Four
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 abundance of deep-rooted dawns or horizons, a magical spell can sweep over great landmasses, or rivers, and inspire silence of a dead soul to life: who knows what is possible.
"It thus, is given to me to perceive 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 possibly my secret, if not many secrets of treasures and the underworld.
"I don't expect Queen Shub-ad's spirit (animalistic soul) 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 very careful, for you unmistakably we all know this was a woman who could raise an army with the wave of her hand, or have a temple built with the nudge of her gorgeous 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 hand-operated Zipida, sitting at the table over 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, consequently, 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 old lions, and great paws, a gorgeous 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. possibly I can be her kindred spirit, someone kindred anyhow, like her own, we maybe can merge for a moment, long adequate to find out what her intentions are and what she's done thus far."
We all sat silent as hand-operated sought his distinguished 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 mum to its daughters, the rest of the feeling captured was of hope. Her soul was trying to tunnel its way straight 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, that is what she seeks, and some other incommunicable agenda I can't make out, but I see you in it.' 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 publish two weeks ago? That was weighing on my mind?
