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Translated from ancient Babylonian scrolls into Egyptian first, then into Greek and Latin, this divine and heroic tale has lost nothing from its original charm! The frequent visits of the fishpeople on Earth from outer space formed us primitive monkeys actually into quite passable humans - spawned us into a religious civilisation! And if you're not open to the truth, you are still a monkey!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Secrets of Babylon
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichSecrets of Babylon
Secrets of Babylon
by Pierre d’Amour
BookRix Edition 2016
Cover illustration
by Pat Brennan
Pierre d’Amour:
Secrets of Babylon
A secret ancient tale
finally translated!
I was resting by the blue pond, strewn with pink petals and perfumed with rose water. Heavy marble pillars supported the finely painted ceiling above me, and the sweet smoke of incense drifted on the warm breeze. Celeste was massaging my slender legs with the fragrant oil of the lotos flower and Fiona was brushing my long blond hair with obvious admiration - if blond hair in this country was a blessing of the Goddess or a curse of the Devil was for me to find out! We were dressed only in thin white veils around our hips, not to cover our hips properly but to accentuate our soft swelling buttocks underneath. Our breasts were still much too small to need any support and our tiny nipples were painted in a lusty red - we were the vestal virgins!
I was born in the northern part of Babylonia, in a small desert town called Calah on the Euphrat river. My father was a poor fisherman and my unfortunate mother dead since my birth, he was mute and couldn't talk, so I learned very early to read his lips to understand his wishes and demands. He knew that I was clever and deserved a proper education, but he didn't had the financial means to support such a luxury. He also saw that I was growing more beautiful by the year, and with my permission he sold me for two bags of flour to the vestal temple in Niniveh.
As this was mainly a symbolic price for my beauty, I was looking forward for a change!
The vestal temple was sort of a high school for young priestesses, which taught all the necessities of the trade: the grooming, singing and dancing, but also the reading and writing, what I personally enjoyed much more! We were eight virgins here in the moment, and I was definitely the youngest of all of them, but whilst some of them admired my juvenile body most of them admired my quirky intelligence. There was a lot of gossip going around in the temple, which will always be a habit of young girls, and our mighty Godking Marduk was the preferred subject of our giggling speculations and bubbling fantasies because nobody had ever seen him!
And whenever we were chatting about him our excitement was mixed with fear: he would have the first right to deflower us if we ever gave up our vows of celibacy! It was said, that he was as big as a bull and that he never took his golden horned bull mask off. Since he had declared himself an immortal and had already lived for many hundreds of years, the man behind golden the mask surely couldn't be always the same! It was whispered, that he had the biggest member in the land, and that he had let many young women bleeding to death because they were to small to take him in, that he wasn't actually a real God, just a lecherous murderous monster!
His wife Ishtar, the Goddess of fertility, was constantly pregnant and showed her naked belly at every public ceremony, and she always wore the golden mask of the desert rabbit, the most fertile animal in the whole Babylonian kingdom! I guessed, that she was as replacable as the King himself under her constant disguise - no woman could be pregnant for eternity without breeding any visible offspring! But the mystery was intriguing to all of us, and none of us would have refused to move to the capitol Babylon to offer the monster Marduk our submissive services, we all were willing victims to bleed to death at our first sexual intercourse with him!
I had spend about three years in the luxurious life of the temple, enjoyed my fine education and the good food, and I was already a gifted dancer: I could rotated my agile belly with grace and let all the tiny bells around my waist tinkle with joy. Celeste was now shaving my camel toe, not because I grew any hair there by now, just out of a general requirement by the High Priestess Minoa to keep us all looking as innocent as possible. Fiona was weaving a garland of fresh flowers in my hair like a fragrant crown and then she repainted my nipples with the red ocher. This was pure pleasure, was a peaceful paradise for me, a paradise I soon had to loose!
In this temple we worshipped the Lady of the Heavens: the divine Inanna, the lioness of Uruk! On our weekly celebrations of prayer for her favours we were allowed to drink the sweet red wine and to dance naked around the marble statue of the deity, who was quite logically stark naked too, with a full cup, pressed to her heart in her slender fingers! She had strangled the dangerous mountain lion with her bare hands, but she would never kill a human being - Inanna was after all the gone-by centuries still the strongest symbol of the modern woman: undefeatable and uncorruptable - and I deeply believed in her powers to lead me on the right path to the right place!
On the other side of the pool Nina and Sophia were kissing and playing with their cute little buttocks, Ostia was standing stark naked in the warm water between the floating lotos leaves like a nymph on a romantic painting and fed the goldfishes with bread crumbs. Norma was practicing on her silver flute and Vita next to her was singing to the undulating melody in her mellow melancholic voice - I was soaking up the whole relaxed scene with an increased sensitivity, witnessed all the tender details, as if it would be for last time - a fact, my mind still refused to admit but was imminent - this was actually my farewell party with my friends!
My whole life had changed again, when Minoa had informed me this morning, that King Marduk has asked for my services and had sent a soldier, that would protect my on the long way to Babylon! She said, that I was surely much too young to be his child bride, that the King actually required my special talent to read from lips! Nonetheless: I should make myself ready to depart in the afternoon! I told the High Priestess, that I would do my best to keep the temple of Niniveh in good esteem, and that I was ready to serve the King! I think, that she really loved me, then she hugged me and kissed me for a long time, as if she would loose her own daughter!
