Melissa Grant | Ereshkigal (no_linen_shroud) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-12-26 14:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | ereshkigal, khaos |
Who: Namtar (no_linen_shroud), Laelaps (khaeos) and Tammuz/Dumuzi/Thomas; mentions of Ereshkigal, Inanna, Enki and Geshtinanna [narrative]
What: Hunting the grape-vine, hunting the gazelle; it is one and the same thing. A goodbye, a journey, a debt and a payment.
When: Throughout October.
Where: A college building; a pathway; elsewhere.
Inanna escaped. Inanna always escaped, either by her own wiles or Father Enki's compassion over the Lady Ninshubur's wails. Theirs was--literally--the same old song and dance, Queen of War and Queen of Death over a throne and a love and knowledge that cannot be shared. Ereshkigal weeps, Inanna is brought low; Inanna dares, Ereshkigal takes her down. Enki sends forth the kurgarra and the galatur from the dirt under his fingernails, and the cycle begins anew.
Tammuz and Geshtinanna, the gazelle and the grape-vine. It was never about Inanna; it has always been about the balance the Queen of Love seeks to break. The land of secrets and mysteries is the one land she will not rule, for to have its command she may not be Inanna of the Heavens, but Ereshkigal of the Great Below; she must surrender her self (herself) to (the) Kur without attempting dominion. That is not her nature.
Inanna is cunning. Inanna is not wise. It was never about her.
The wrath is only a show, a sham, yet another mask. Ereshkigal knows every step of this dance older than the ages. But every time is harder, not because they resist--resistance would be a futile move--but because time erodes all. Every time the gazelle remembers less, every time the grape-vine dreams deeper. They are taken by the hand, half-awake, half-alive. It is a crime neither committed yet both must pay for. Half and half, for justice and balance of the land of all dust.
He is a college student, enjoying a rare day of sunshine on the roof of the campus library. His lover doesn't understand why he must go with the two men waiting below. They look dangerous, he says, and when are you coming back? Are you in trouble? Where are you going? Call me, you know I worry. Thomas shrugs; he doesn't understand either, but he needs to go. I'll call every night, he lies, stealing one last kiss.
They make an odd trio, the messenger, the hound and the gazelle, like characters out of a river-crossing puzzle. The path they walk does not lead to the street outside the campus, but elsewhere. His mission accomplished, Laelaps is dismissed to return to his master, and the two others walk further down, across the depths of Nammu.
Tears from the sky to the sea. Divine twins, one above, one below. Two brothers and two sisters, two made of salt, two made of the bounty of Ki. Balance is kept.