Is Peace Possible? War – Part 1 of 4 – 1967 Editorial

December 20, 1967

War ravages many lands on this, the 1,967th birthday of He who is called the Prince of Peace.

It is appropriate, therefore, that we examine the nature of war and the prospects of peace before we take up the pleasantries of Santa Claus or even the inspirations of the Miracle Birth.

It is passing strange that so fundamental a human activity as war — something that affects our lives deeply — should be so little understood. There has grown up over the centuries a great deal of nonsense about the nature of war that interferes with our perspective. Not until we know the truth of war can we decide for peace.

From the personal view of those engaged in military combat, war is a nasty, negative business. General William Sherman is reported to have summed it up in an address before the Michigan Military Academy in 1979,

“I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.”

We start, then, with the unassailable observation that war is, indeed, hell.

From this point on, however, let us examine war from the larger viewpoint of society for it is at this level that wars are made and ended. The first step forward in our quest for truth in this matter should be a realization that death and agony of individual participants has little bearing on the popularity of war. The advantages of war have to this date outweighed the horrors.

From studies of primitive peoples in isolated parts of the world today, anthropologists have deduced that our hunting and herding ancestors were accustomed to fighting for territory. However, tribal destruction was rare. Only warriors engaged in mortal combat. Possessions were not fixed in place so retreat was more sensible than a fight to the finish over territory that would be abandoned sooner or later.

Organized, sustained war is an invention of civilization with the same degree of ingenuity as the wheel, alphabet and bronze. It began with the discovery of wheat and establishment of permanent farming villages in ancient Sumer (Iraq) some six thousand years ago.

With the planting of crops and lists the building of houses, man was anchored and could not give way to aggressors. The acquisition, development and defense of new territory now required the coordinated efforts of members of ever larger groups. When conflict over territory occurred between two anchored groups, a “war” of death, destruction and subjugation was the easiest solution.

From history and anthropology we learn that war is not a carry-over from our animalistic beginnings. Rather, it is a comparatively modern institution invented and continuously improved for civilized goals.

There is no inherent tendency to war in the nature of man. Nothing in his psychological makeup drives him to wanton killing. Very few of Nature’s creatures seek combat for the thrill of it, least of all primitive people whose existence is precarious at best. The most fearless of animals or nomadic hunters will retreat before fighting if given the opportunity.

War is only an institution serving man!

Contrary to popular thought, war is terribly efficient in advancing the interests of civilized groups. It is this very efficiency that makes war so frequently used. Time and again our decision makers have persuaded us to accept the hell of war because of the recognized efficiency of war for gain or for defense.

It must be admitted that under the demands of war we have accelerated our technology and social organization. It took man several millions of years as an independent, comparatively peaceful being to progress from stone hammers to farming.

Under six thousand years of “civilization” (literally: man of the city) we have come from mud huts to space rockets. The necessity of keeping up with Enemy Jones has spurred us to stupendous, inventive effort. What we call progress is due in large part — but not wholly — to the requirements of war.

Being an intelligent being, it is likely that man would have gone to the moon eventually, but in millions of years instead of thousands. Whether the acceleration in technology and supporting activities has been worth the sacrifice is a philosophical question only. Whether we wish to continue the pace is a pertinent question of great import.

Jesus preached the brotherhood of man as the instrument of peace. Cynics are wont to put down this thesis as impractically idealistic. Yet, logic — if not faith — compels concurrence with Jesus’ wisdom.

In recent years, anthropologists have confirmed what Jesus declared nearly two thousand years ago — that peace is dependent upon universal identification of man with the single group of man, and the sharing of wealth with those not having it. In non-theological terms it means peace will be possible when we no longer think of ourselves as Americans, or Moslems, or black men, or communists or any other distinguishable group.

Also, we must invent a better institution than war to resolve group conflicts in a manner that distributes available resources more or less equally to all men.

Different groups have different wants. Until we share equal standards and equal satisfactions, we will suffer from inter-group conflict and resulting inter-group aggression.

Continued

The Sophistry of Mormon Apologetics, Nephite Coins, and One Apologist’s Utterly Confused Dilemma

The silly nonsensical use of sophistic arguments by Mormon apologists to defend and explain the blatant archaeological nonexistence of gold and silver coins, which are described specifically in the Book of Mormon’s heading of Alma, Chapter 11, and said to exist, boggles the mind of a reasonable person. The aforementioned Book of Mormon chapter goes into great detail about specific Nephite coins, supposedly created in great quantity, used as mediums of monetary exchange for the millions of Nephites who allegedly inhabited the American continent from 600 B.C to 421 A.D. Here you have an apocryphal book of myths written in 1830 by Joseph Smith, Jr. and his literary cohorts, which was called by its author ‘the most correct inspired nonfiction book on the face of the earth,” which has been modified over 3,000 times since its first publication. Yes, that is correct! Since it was first printed, it has been emended extensively by the Mormon Church in syntax, with additions and deletions of contextual words and phrases, and in spelling and punctuation. In 1920, the current heading was placed into Chapter 11, of the book’s book of Alma distinctly designating and classifying the various specific denominations of gold and silver money used by the Nephites, which were called coins. This heading addition was not done inadvertently, but with approval and concurrence of the highest Mormon authority that is the Mormon First Presidency, meaning the Mormon prophet. All ongoing changes in the Book of Mormon, from 1830 to the present day have been approved by the presiding Mormon prophet at the time of the particular change. All commentaries written to explain the Book of Mormon, especially those from around 1920 until around 1968, accepted the terminology, coins, as applied to the gold and silver denominations in Alma 11. In my introductory summary to this article, I drew an analogy between the Book of Mormon and Joseph Smith, Jr. and the books by Edgar Rice Burroughs, “Tarzan of the Apes.” The fact is that, while the Book of Mormon has been substantially modified in its subsequent editions with many changes, no changes have been applied to any of the many books written by Burroughs about African culture.

The grandiose descriptions given in the Book of Mormon by Joseph Smith of the various Nephite cities and their splendor included the marketplaces where people bought and sold goods using the existing money or legal tender. Mormon apologists, like Michael Griffith, fall head-over-hills into utter chaos when they say that “coins” were not used by the Nephites. First off, the Book of Mormon states that coins ‘were’ definitely used. What these coins looked like is not really as relevant to the issue as if they existed in ‘some’ form. We have information given by Smith that Nephi had the ability to smelt and make high-quality “steel,” which was used to make fine steel bows and weapons of war, and that the refining of ore into steel was done quite frequently (although no archaeological evidence, whatsoever, of such smelting processes have yet been discovered in Mesoamerica). The pictures placed into the Book of Mormon depict finely cast breastplates, amulets, and helmets, with decorative inscriptions on them. Well, if the Nephites had the ability to create such fine artwork, it is quite certain that they, in some way, delineated and differentiated the various denominations of silver and gold money with certain cast designs. This only makes sense, if the “coins” were to be used over and over again in exchange for goods and services. The Nephites were described by Smith as having gold ‘senines,’ which were supposedly equivalent to a judge’s daily wage. So one senine might have been like an American 20 dollar gold piece. And a silver ‘senum’ might have been equivalent to a gold ‘senine.’ Then a gold ‘seon’ was equal to two gold ‘senines,’ or perhaps like an American fifty dollar gold piece. Then there was the ‘shum,’ which might have been like the American hundred dollar gold piece. Finally, there was the gold ‘limhah,’ or seven time the value of one ‘senine.’

Now the essential question wags its head demandingly in the wind, if these coins actually existed, “How did the Nephites differentiate between these gold and silver denominations? They didn’t have to guess about which was which and what was what, for there had to have been millions of these metal denominations in circulation based upon the described population of people. This is where plain common sense and intuition comes into play, something that Mormon apologists sorely lack. Whether the individual senines, seons, shums, senums, and limhahs were flat, thick and raised, or square, they were made with specific designs on them in order for the people to be able to tell them apart. Hence, if millions of Nephites exchanged tens of millions of these “coins” for goods and services, from approximately 660 B.C. to around 300 A.D., these coins should have been found in abundance in the many archaeological excavations that have been conducted in Mexico, Guatemala, Central America, and South America; but they have not! No coins, of any sort, have been found! How can this be plausibly explained? Can you imagine how many gold and silver Roman coins were made by the Roman Empire, and how many of them were distributed over the Holy Land from the 1st Century on; and how many different types of coins were made by the various civilizations that had occupied the Holy Land from the time of the Tower of Babel to the Roma Era? Probably hundreds of millions? That’s the reason that they are found in great quantity during archaeological digs in the Holy Land. The California lawyer, Thomas S. Ferguson, who begged money from Mormon Prophet David O. McKay in the early 1960s to establish an LDS archaeological foundation for proving the existence of the Nephite and Lamanite civilization in Mesoamerica, got the money and went to Central and South America expecting to find, at least, one Nephite coin, weapon of war, or artifact to prove the Book of Mormon true. After spending five years digging for proof, expecting to find it, he gave up, returned to the United States, and began to write letters to various people around the country expressing his frustration and his newly acquired belief that the Book of Mormon was not a true book of ancient American history. These letters were compiled and published in book form by the noted linguist, Dr. Stan Larson, former curator of special collections at the University of Utah Library. In one of the letters, Ferguson declared that, “I was greatly expecting to find at least one coin.” Another very interesting factor about money raises its head in the Book of Mormon, which needs to be mentioned. Another civilization is described by Smith, and whoever else helped him to contrive the anachronistic book, in the book’s Book of Ether, which supposedly exceeded the grandeur of the Nephite civilization. This was the Jaredite civilization, which preceded the Nephites about thousands of years. This civilization was described as exceeding the opulence of the Babylonians. If this were so, a monetary system must have been in existence for use by the millions of people who supposedly lived at that time in ancient history, described by Smith. Yet, the remnants of such coins haven’t been discovered in the many archaeological digs that have gone on in Mesoamerica.

The bottom line of the issue about Book of Mormon coins is that, basically, there were no coins or gold/silver money made by the mythical Nephites and Jaredites. The real Native Americans did not use coins or metal money. This fact has been as well established as the fact that no horses existed anciently on the northern and southern continents of the Americas until they were brought to the New World by the Spanish. You can see how frustrated the Mormon apologists must be, since they lose on both counts. If the Nephites were real people, and if the Book of Mormon is true, there should be plenty of gold and silver coins found all over Central and South America, but none have been found. Mesoamerican archaeology and anthropology has established as hard fact that the real inhabitants of ancient America, the Native American Indians, did not use metal coins at all as money. So, isn’t it time for Mormon apologists to readily admit that the Book of Mormon was manmade, a fraud, and wasn’t written by inspired prophets, but, rather, by a con-man named Joseph Smith, Jr., and those other contributors to the fraudulence?

It’s actually been that imminent time for 187 years of Mormon Church existence, but Mormonism has been, and continues to be, quite a profitable business for the Mormon Church (Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) and for Mormon apologists, through the billions of dollars of tithing received from its deceived supplicants. These apologetic snake oil advertisers and defenders write and publish their books and pamphlets for sale to the general public, and they have quite a marketing advantage in that there are over ten million rank-and-file Mormon adults who will probably buy what they write. Every book they write can actually become a best seller. Some apologists are actually regularly paid by the Mormon Church and can make as much as $50,000/year from their written, and online, sophistry. I’ve had the occasion to get to know, at a relatively close distance, one of these Mormon apologists, Michael Griffith. He currently lives within a few miles of where I reside in Virginia, and when he discovered about two years back that I was an ex-Mormon elder, he contacted me by email and we chatted for a few weeks back and forth about Mormon theology, and of all things, conspiracy. There is actually a Wikipedia website about Griffith, as a Mormon apologist, that lists his curriculum vitae, education, etc., and he appears, on paper, to be a reasonably well educated fellow, and, from what is written about him (he probably wrote and published the Wiki site himself), also intuitive and possessing common sense. Nonetheless, numerous devout Mormons come with a great many academic accolades, degrees, and honors, and I’ve discovered that there is something that all of these frenetically zealous men and women have in common. They all have, seemingly, bifurcated brains (minds), in that in one-half of the mind resides common sense, correct knowledge, and wisdom, and in the other half resides a fantasy masquerading as religion. When the devout Mormon apologist is in a university classroom, as a student, taking an important test over early American history and is writing an essay on the horse and the Native American Indian, he, or she, recites what he has been correctly taught, what the Smithsonian Institution has written about the origin of the horse in America, and what is accepted Mesoamerican history; that the horse was brought to the North and South American continents by the Europeans after Columbus. Yet, when the apologist is at church standing in front of a Mormon congregation giving a sermon, or teaching a class, about the Nephite/Lamanite wars in the Book of Mormon, which supposedly occurred before, and after, the birth of Christ, but before Columbus, the thousands of Nephite warriors are depicted by him as riding into battle on their many horses, using their fine steel bows, swords, and shields.

When I discussed, via email, Mormon theology and Jesus Christ with Michael Griffith, I wasn’t amazed at all to discover that, in addition to convictions about the Book of Mormon, he actually believed that Christ Jesus was not born into the world as God, but just as any other biological human entity. According to Griffith, Jesus did not become (a) complete god, with a capital G, until after he was resurrected from the dead. In accordance with Joseph Smith, Jr.’s 1844 King Follett Discourse, Griffith advocates that Jesus began to take on traits of godhood (such as performing miracles and walking on water) as he grew and developed, but did not become a full-fledged god until after he died on the cross. Furthermore, according to Griffith, Jesus grew and developed as any other human child would humanly grow and develop. Jesus was born, grew, and developed into a god, just like his father-god, with a capital G, was born, grew, and developed into a god.

You see, the bit of LDS theology about the origin of the Mormon father-god is now called ‘theo-genesis and deification,’ and Griffith believes that he, and all of the other ‘worthy’ Mormon elders on this earth, will become, by destiny, as great as the Mormon father-god by becoming, each and every one of them, Mormon father-gods, with a capital G. Moreover, Griffith believes that he and his temple-wedded wife (he and his wife were married in a Mormon temple) will one day, together as a god, with a capital G, and mother goddess with a capital G, organize (not create, since Mormon gods are limited in their powers) a planet, and celestially procreate billions of spirit children to inhabit the physical bodies that will be biologically procreated on their earth. The ultimate destiny of Michael Griffith, as a father-god, and his wife, as a celestial mother-goddess, will be to produce in Mormon exaltation a savior for their billions of spirit children on their earth, just like Jesus Christ. In essence, Griffith believes, and maintains, that there are as many gods, with a capital G’ as there are stars, and as many saviors, just like Jesus, as there are gods. That is what the Mormon Prophet Brigham Young stated in an LDS General Conference in the Salt Lake City Bowery in 1865.

Now, here comes the kicker-clincher! How in the name of sophistry can a person, a devout Mormon, such as Michael Griffith, pretend to apologetically defend a theology as unbiblical, pagan, and unchristian as what I just described, a scenario that rivals the dramas of Greek mythology. Discussing the Nephite use of coins in the Book of Mormon is an element of Mormon doctrine and theology that pales in comparison to the doctrines of polytheism of Joseph Smith, Jr. inculcated into Mormonism through his 1844 King Follett Discourse, and Mormon Prophet Lorenzo Snow’s refinement of it in the later 1890s. Yet, you will never hear, or read, statements from Michael Griffith, in his apologetic productions, explicating in detail his, and his wife’s, ultimate destiny of becoming a father-god and a mother-goddess. Well, you see, Griffith and other Mormon apologists have sophistically laid out their apologies for the Book of Mormon anachronisms and fiction, such as the coins, convoluted Mormon history, Mormon doctrine, for the basic origin of the Mormon father-god and the Mormon savior, Jesus, and the implications necessary for the inferences to the continuation of the endless cyclic reproduction of godhood and saviorhood. But you will not find them, as individuals, proclaiming their specific ultimate destinies in their LDS sacrament meetings and testimony meetings. Why? The Mormon brethren in Salt Lake City have repeatedly stated in their secret solemn assemblies that the devout members of the LDS Church should NOT reveal true Mormon theology to non-Mormons, and this is where intentional misrepresentation of Mormon theology ceases to be an innocent lack of clarity, and becomes fraudulent misrepresentation. Tens of thousands of full-time Mormon missionaries are continually going into the homes of struggling Christians, around the world, and telling them lies about Mormon theology, doctrine, and history, trying to make them believe in a sordid book of dramatic fiction, in a biblically plagiarized Trinitarian theology depicted in that book, which is not the real theology of Mormonism. This is deliberately done to seduce Christians into joining a pagan cult, the LDS Church. This is part of the continuing evil of the day spoken of by Jesus in Matthew 6: 34 (KJV), “Take therefore no thought for the morrow; for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof,” Christians, as good soldiers for Jesus, must realize this profound evil and contend evermore constantly against it in the never-ending war against Satan.

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, 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:

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 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 struck 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 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 engine overworking.

I was well accustomed to my little 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 belief 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 method 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 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 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 little 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 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 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 corner of it, the colour of blood that is.

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 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 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–the end part that is. 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 I do believe) 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.

“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 thinking 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 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 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 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, she 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 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 looking 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. 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 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 belief 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 indeed she is gone, and if so, perhaps 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 indeed that is possible; we or 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 of Ur, she would know; plus, once having influence over the demonic world–if indeed that is possible, we could help 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 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 plenty of deep-rooted dawns or horizons, a magical spell can sweep across 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 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, 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 surely 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 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, 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 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 intentions 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, that is what she seeks, and some other hidden 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 release two weeks ago? That was weighing on my mind?