21st Century Bread: Poems, by Leland Jamieson
The Anunnaki-Iraq Connection
What do we make of the discovery of planetary references and a Base-60 number system inscribed in cuneiform on clay tablets which have been dug up from the 4,000+ year old ruins of ancient Sumer near Baghdad in what is now Iraq?
Other Questions: Jews, Christians, and Muslims each have a common creation story drawn from events originally recorded in cuneiform in the Gilgamesh Epic and other documents. What gave rise to these, and to the cultures underlying them?
Why have no direct links to hominids immediately antecedent to Homo Sapiens been discovered in digs all over the world? Why is the human female the only mammal with no estrus? Why is the human male in so many instances obsessed with sex, gold, and violence? Why is the southeastern shore of the Dead Sea radioactive today?These questions are all related.
Was 20th Century man actually the first astronaut? See Zecharia Sitchin’s Earth Chronicles, especially The 12th Planet (Bear & Co., Rochester, VT, 1976, Revised 1991), Genesis Revisited (Avon Books, NY, NY, 1990), and The Lost Book of Inki (Bear & Co., Rochester, VT, 2002).
Sitchin’s work give us a good bit to think about.Seven poems in Section V of 21st Century Bread, pages 93-103, were inspired by meditating on the assumption of the Anunnaki’s visit to Earth and their intervention in our pre-hominid ancestors’ past. To some, especially scientists and devoutly religious people whose cages Sitchin rattles, this whole subject will seem far out, like UFO's in our own era. To others, Sitchin's work seems like a breath of fresh air, spiritually speaking, and answers a lot of questions like those above.
How about you? You think it possible? Or do you think it hogwash?
Check out Zecharia Sitchin’s work. It will amaze you. Meanwhile, from my book here’s a poem, “Dispirited Investor,” to serve as an appetizer. Look for others on the “Poem for the Week” page.
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Dispirited Investor A meditation based, in part, on Zecharia Sitchin’s Earth Chronicles. What’s worship? I am long upon my knees. I offer pain — in them, and in my mind — to God above, in hopes I may appease Him, and, despite my fear and greed, unwind investments I too quickly grabbed and signed. I wonder who God is, and where’s “above,” and why it’s hard to feel His abstract “love.” “Above” is just out there, is space around the planet Earth, with countless other spheres where doubtless other forms of life abound. The scholar Sitchin says, despite folks’ jeers, that Eden’s “God” was “gods” — were engineers from planet Nibiru who synthesized us from great apes and slavery devised. Not gods, in fact, but astronauts in need! They hybridized us — mixed ape genes with theirs — made us dig gold so Nibiru could feed its people produce grown in garden squares deep underground with bright gold-halide flares. I pray to Nibirubians, not gods, who stole the gold we dug — those pirate-frauds! No wonder love is hard to feel for those who intervened, sped up our evolution, imposed on us their planet’s fresh food throes, imprinted us with gold as the solution, snipped estrus from our gene pool’s constitution — whose sibling rivals made us choose a side and war with “gods” and men in fratricide. What but unconscious shame at this abuse could shrink so my compassion — reprimand my heart and brain ’til I became obtuse in sensibility to That Which Planned (Creator of All Things) my ape-like hand . . . ? Not made to dig for gold or grasp at prayer, it’s made to groom, and give, and deal foursquare. Copyright © 2007 by Leland Jamieson |
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