Jul 2016
Talk to me, can you hear me O’ Lord?
Send me something that I can not ignore,
Staring at seas from the cold lonely shore,
What of future?
Can the angels be calling?
I was young when you embraced me,
When you opened my mind to the world’s mystery,
I came home and started a family,
Three bundles of joy near a bountiful sea,
…and this life?
Has the Age begun falling?
Cattle left unattended and the goats without shepherd?
Were sacrifices left for the goat, bull, crab or leopard?
Battened down hatches as rains poured in the cube,
The square in the circle that Saturn had drew,
Eerie creaks, minor leaks, anxiety and the fear,
Prophesied, built as planned, as the waters drew near,
Talk to me, I am struggling O’ Lord,
Is this it? The message that cannot be ignored,
I was young when you embraced me,
When you showed me the wonders of the land and the sea,
I built you this house and filled it with Thee,
Will we make it?
The waves are appalling...
One Man knew where his place was with god, inundation, extirpation, traded hammer for rod.
A Great Bird of Paradise, was beckoning her call, swarms of bats and songbirds ahead of the squall.
Open the porthole; we are saving them all, as the ship sets loose as the giants did fall.
Drop the rope, do it now, so we can, plumb the depth,
She cried out;
“Where to live, who will rule and what shall be left?”
“O’ Noah!”
I’m now old, but will you embrace me?
I now know you’ve been there since the dawning of history,
We’re adrift, all is lost and their drowning in sea,
Nothing’s left, but the gig-an-to-machy,
The reigns of your horse are now pulling us free,
“Release all the doves for I know now that he is with me!”
“O’ Noah!”
They were young, when you embraced us,
You gave us your love and did what you must,
I have given my life, for all that was needed,
Serpent’s mount, where we stood, as the waters receded,
*“O’ Lord! Oh…”
Send me something that I can not ignore,
Staring at seas from the cold lonely shore,
What of future?
Can the angels be calling?
I was young when you embraced me,
When you opened my mind to the world’s mystery,
I came home and started a family,
Three bundles of joy near a bountiful sea,
…and this life?
Has the Age begun falling?
Cattle left unattended and the goats without shepherd?
Were sacrifices left for the goat, bull, crab or leopard?
Battened down hatches as rains poured in the cube,
The square in the circle that Saturn had drew,
Eerie creaks, minor leaks, anxiety and the fear,
Prophesied, built as planned, as the waters drew near,
Talk to me, I am struggling O’ Lord,
Is this it? The message that cannot be ignored,
I was young when you embraced me,
When you showed me the wonders of the land and the sea,
I built you this house and filled it with Thee,
Will we make it?
The waves are appalling...
One Man knew where his place was with god, inundation, extirpation, traded hammer for rod.
A Great Bird of Paradise, was beckoning her call, swarms of bats and songbirds ahead of the squall.
Open the porthole; we are saving them all, as the ship sets loose as the giants did fall.
Drop the rope, do it now, so we can, plumb the depth,
She cried out;
“Where to live, who will rule and what shall be left?”
“O’ Noah!”
I’m now old, but will you embrace me?
I now know you’ve been there since the dawning of history,
We’re adrift, all is lost and their drowning in sea,
Nothing’s left, but the gig-an-to-machy,
The reigns of your horse are now pulling us free,
“Release all the doves for I know now that he is with me!”
“O’ Noah!”
They were young, when you embraced us,
You gave us your love and did what you must,
I have given my life, for all that was needed,
Serpent’s mount, where we stood, as the waters receded,
*“O’ Lord! Oh…”
"Ara," is a constellation known in the Sumerian original as, "the rock, mountain, ledge and Bird of Paradise." Consequently, these elements all happen to be in the story of Noah, Gilgamesh and Ziusudra versions. If you take apart the names etymologically to their roots you find the name itself is the original myth for Noah is Nu-Ah which means, "Flood!," and Ziusudra means, "An action of water." Therefore, Mount Ara-At where Noah's ark rested is actually a constellation which is what Frances Rolleston claims in her book, "Mazzaroth," that the people from the region, until modern Christianity, said that all of these stories were based on celestial elements that were present in the night-time sky. No one who lived in the Middle East believed these stories were real. The Sumerian story of Nuah was an attempt to explain how the Sun divided the celestial waters exposing land for man to live on which happens to parallel, exactly, both the Phoenician and Egyptian versions of creation.
The Greek version called the, "Argo," was a constellation formed of all the center constellations from Orion north and south. 'G' was transposable with 'K' across most ancient languages. In Sumerian, "Ara-at," means, "serpent's mountain."
My sources are books by L.A. Waddell, Max Mueller, Samuel Kramer, Frances Rolleston, George ***, Karl Penka and E.A. Wallis Budge.
The Greek version called the, "Argo," was a constellation formed of all the center constellations from Orion north and south. 'G' was transposable with 'K' across most ancient languages. In Sumerian, "Ara-at," means, "serpent's mountain."
My sources are books by L.A. Waddell, Max Mueller, Samuel Kramer, Frances Rolleston, George ***, Karl Penka and E.A. Wallis Budge.
