(From the Epic of Gilgamesh and the Book of Enoch) The passing of Enkidu

No human foot, from now on, had ever come close to the hoary, half-human-looking beast!

And if so, if some had seen it, what name would they have called it, if not monster or beast? He didn’t have any.

No one had previously searched for him, over time it would be said: the gods sent him.

Then one morning a young man was looking for fruit in the forest and he came across this freak of nature:

The teenager stood still, like white marble, stunned like a white tomb of salt –

Therefore, he did not murmur a word, a sigh, but ran back home to tell his father what he saw; and what to say, he described a hairy ape that looked like a demon of some indescribable humanity in him, thoughtful of that.

And the father told King Gilgamesh of Uruk the story of his son.

His father explained to the king: “The boy seemed puzzled what kind of human being he could be, and the forest was all his home; he ate and drank like animals, but had human agility, rigid form.”

Enkidu’s home, was the forest, silently protecting him from the outside world around him, a form of seclusion-

He lived and slept in the open air, assimilated to, and with the other beasts, and reptiles, primates.

Most of the time he wandered through the lagoon with which he identified himself and its tributaries.

He wandered where he was most familiar, which had a lot of vegetation, ferns of the most unusual kind, and broad-leaved grasses.

The as-yet-unnamed beast-man was primarily concerned with clarifying, classifying, and remembering the present.

For this, it was somewhat more troublesome than one might think.

His thoughts and sensations were curiously confused.

His mind went from gray to dark most of the time; from there to blackness, to oblivion –

Well, he just woke up one day, compared to Adam in the Garden of Eden, and he didn’t remember what happened ahead of time!

As if it had been taken from his memory, by some witchcraft.

It is said that the gods made him a friend of Gilgamesh (demigod, more demonic than human), since he, king of Uruk, was among his people, a highly hypersexual animal, a demigod who took as he pleased wives and daughters of whoever he wanted. he pleased and did with them whatever pleased him for that day or that night.

His father is Lugalbanda (Little Lord).

Guardian and deity of Uruk (born of the souls of pleasure, which were thrown to earth from the crags of heaven).

It was also said that those of the stature of one of the Watchers (such as Azaz’el or Semyaza), those angelic renegades who cohabited with human females in those ghastly days before the flood, gave birth to a she-devil, who cohabited with a male. , and gave birth to Enkidu.

She then left the baby deep in the forest, with imps to feed it and care for it while it slept, until its maturity.

And this is how he got his supernatural physique, akin to Gilgamesh’s height and strength; but only a tenth of what Humbaba was.

But who were these renegade angels and so-called watchmen?

(Interlude: It’s really strange, the Epic of Gilgamesh, Enkidu, Shamhat and the Renegade Angels – from the Old Testament Pseudepigrapha – these writings should have fallen more quickly into the hands of posterity, but rather fell into semi-oblivion in a romantic style a bit flowery, but now, despite its reach and penetration, I snap you out of your omnipresent verbal wizardry, and snap you out of irresponsibility:

Who were these archangels, seraphim and seraphim, Watchers of Earth, who swept across the earth like gravitational waves?

Who went through the warp of time?

They jumped through black holes to haunt the earth and became pleasure souls.

Who once radiated pure energy, as if they had the mass of a star within them!

Who were not subjected to the ripples in the fabric of space and time, produced by violent interstellar events! It propagates at the speed of light…

They are the castaways of God, the discarded; those reckless fallen angels, those banished from heaven for treason; Who gave giant sounds to the earth…hybrid demigods?)

Enkidu, the man-beast, also called ‘The Wild One’, raised his head a little, when he drank from the stream of the lagoon.

Scan the principles and topography with your peripheral vision for opposing predators.

With prodigious effort he stood upright, too often hunched over in the woods so that he sometimes tried to arch his back.

He was a friend to the whole forest, shining and enormous was his appearance: he lived among the tangled vines, poisonous snakes, and terrible beasts: animals drew him more and more, but he had a mystery of a certain infinity.

He dreams of more beautiful flowers, of tall and majestic trees.

He loved the forest with a strange and fearful adoration.

And for the most part, humans avoided this dangerously wooded part of the forest: therefore, she didn’t know any.

No one approached the edge of the forbidden section, where the monstrous Humbaba was, saying that his heart was beating like thunderous drums.

Not even Enkidu.

Enkidu ‘The Wild One’ slept next to the hundred-year-old trees in the Cedar Forest, also home to the monstrous Humbaba, guardian of the angelic renegades and demigods; but Enkidu kept his distance-

He was very aware of its deep green shadow and its thunderous roar.

So she stayed with the fretted ferns, played with the beautiful autumn leaves and the many butterflies.

Also, the emerald and scarlet birds.

Even he would go deeper and deeper into the emerald gloom, but he only feared Humbaba, and he never went beyond a certain point, not yet.

Happy was his soul, ignorant of civilization, or of the human female.

In a childish manner and mind, she picked many flowers, smelled the intoxicating perfumes.

And then one day Shamhat, ‘The Joyful’, appeared naked on the grass by the pond.

Her beauty, like Aphrodite, sent by Gilgamesh to seduce and civilize him, to be his friend, for Gilgamesh had no equal.

Shamhat, well-endowed, priestess of Ishtar of Uruk, drew him from the pool to her side.

And she taught him different and unknown things.

And he was lost in it among the trees and the beasts.

And they engaged in a seven-day sexual odyssey, to which he had been torn body and soul.

Fall into a long dreamy sleep.

When he came out of his dream, tired as a dog, he discovered that his life was irretrievable.

His old life was somehow unreal and remote.

It was very weak and wobbly, searching for edible fruit.

In short, when he made love to Shamhat, his body was rigid and hard, and his heart beat like fire.

He felt dizzy and from then on he limped, what happened?

He was bewildered, stunned in a state of weakness.

Because his particular remained as stiff as a tree stump, and he had intercourse for seven days, without rest.

It was all like a heavy wave, without much rest.

And the animal in it was tamed.

And the trees grew lighter, and his animal friends moved away, they did not know him.

And he was drowsy and dizzy, and he no longer rose toward the sun, nor allowed it to wake him.

And his old life vanished, he sank into eternal nothingness.

And Shamhat achieved his plot and allotment.


Those so-called renegades, Watchers, Fallen Angels, descended from the fathomless depths of time and space.

Not originally to trample the face of humanity, but to watch over them.

They, like Enkidu, were numbed by power, vanity and pride and ultimately lust.

In doing so, they trampled humanity down as they pleased because they could;

And those prehuman demonic forces were reinforced to do the same!

And so came diabolism.

And this has not happened for a long time.

And those who have survived the fury of God have long since been silent, for a time.

And for today’s man I don’t know his thoughts for him, but I know that they know, his time is shortening.

How many are left, only Satan, his godfather, knows, besides God himself.

And Satan, the Great Dragon, will summon them in time, soon.

There will be no more stillness here on earth, and if there was, it would be false.

Satan knowing that time is short, what he has planned to do, he will do.

That is why I have written this story, the ruin of Enkidu is, as we see, the ruin of the current world and of America to begin with.

And it will be done in front of our faces, to mock God: like Sodom and Gomorrah, like Radical Islam, like those who only have indifference towards their neighbor and the like –

And now I must put an end, and cast this writing adrift upon the wave of time, and let it fall among shadows upon shadows.

Written 6-15 and 16 -2016 (#5278)

Note: In the last twenty-five years, the author has read three different accounts, translations, of the Epic of Gilgamesh, and this is his view only of a certain section within the Great Epic, written on stone fragments around 1700 BC, and the occurring around 2750 B.C. C. The Epic itself is considered the fourth greatest story ever written, surpassing even ‘The Book of Job’ (the story dates back to around 2200 BC) and ‘The Iliad and the Odyssey’ ( the Trojan War being around 1250 BC, and the Epic written around 800 BC) The author has taken ideas from the Epic of Gilgamesh and the ‘Book of Enoch’ (written around 200 BC). . seventh from Adam, Adam dates back to around 8700 BC or so according to Jewish tradition?) to tell his story, “Enkidu’s demise” with his ‘afterthoughts’ for humanity today, or modern man .

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