Enki's Foetal Error

The Anunnaki have a problem – their ozone layer is faltering, and the only material that can patch it up before the sun scorches them all to death is gold.

Trouble is, they don’t have any.

Their planet, Nibiru, doesn’t own it as a natural resource.

But they know another planet in their solar system that does...

So their king Alalu, who’s found that Earth harbours the ore in vast quantities, well he’s quickly shoved out the stage door stage left by the arrival of warring brothers Enlil and Enki.

And here’s the thing – both of them hate work.

So do the rest of the indolent Nibiruans.

Which is pretty much a tragedy, because the largest deposits of gold are underground, deep underground, and need mining.

And the Anunnaki are fed up with toiling away in the pitch black, airless, dirty mine shafts just so Enlil can ship all the goods to the Igigi on Mars who then take the credit back home when they send the gold that way.

The workers are on the verge of revolt.

Something drastic needs to change.

Which is when Enki spots a hairy biped dragging its knuckles across the floor.

And within moments, a plan is hatched.

With hiccups aplenty, Enki manages to cross-breed this being with one of his own kind to create man.

Lulus.

Our progenitors set to work in the mines instead of their Anunnaki brethren.

We toil for them.

A slave race, made to carry their burden.

Now, this isn’t some religious education lesson gone wrong, or another kind of fiction liturgical, this is craft, stealthy and cunning, good and proper, and a back door drama preserved in the greatest literature ever created in our history.

For Enlil can’t stand this new creation.

He positively abhors it.

And that’s a problem, because we Lulus are kind of looking up to him.

Well, a bit more than that actually.

We’re kind of worshipping him.

He’s in charge, you see, he’s the leader, and he’s mighty powerful.

Our Lord.

And he hates us.

So much so, that when he finds out there’s a catastrophe about to befall the Earth he legs it with his posse and leaves us to perish.

Cosmic movement.

Causing a flood.

And he sits it out in his spaceship with his mates, watching as the Deluge consumes every living Lulu on the planet.

Except his brother warns one of them.

Enki likes his creation, you see.

So he tells Noah that there’s trouble on the way, and...well, everybody religious or not knows how that story ends.

With the survival of mankind.

Then its multiplication.

And Enlil is furious.

Washes his hands of the whole affair.

But not before he’s declared nuclear war on his brother and the pair of them have destroyed most of the Sinai peninsular in the process.

And this is where Marduk enters the drama, stage door stage left from whence Alalu made his departure.

For Enlil, and more surprisingly Enki, have had enough of this Earth enterprise.

They’re off, back to Nibiru via Mars with enough gold pilfered from the Igigi to patch up their home’s ozone layer for good.

But Marduk, well he spies an opportunity.

He’s seen how the Lulus stand back in awe, and more tellingly, reverence for Enlil.

He wants a piece of that hero worship.

He wants lordly adulation.

He wants to be a god.

Trouble is, these pesky Lulus can’t stay loyal.

Not to themselves, not to each other, and definitely not to any single deity.

They’re already worshipping the sun, the moon, trees, rivers, rocks and ruins, just about anything in fact except him.

And he’s let everyone go back to Nibiru so he can rule the world, so he’s got to make it work for him.

Enki’s Foetal Error, the biggest drama to have befallen the human race, whether fiction religious, or education liturgical, or plain old stage tragedy, read on and decide whether or not you want to send Marduk back stage door stage left from whence he came!