Greetings, friends. Welcome to «ENKI: Tales from the Past»

This is Nanaya, daughter of Babylon, high-priestess of Inanna and wife of King Nabu, speaking to you.

My lineage stretches back to the very first humans, blessed children of the Anunnaki. My great-great-grandfather, Adamu, still speaks to me in dreams, reminding me of the Anunnaki’s promise – that we humans would one day stand tall beside them, partners on this living world… but that seems to be far from a reality now!

In this time of rebuilding, we must cling fast to the hope of unity between all peoples. The Anunnaki are nowhere to be seen, and the humans were left to carve their own path… but a new trend… a new regime seems to be lurking nearby ominously.

I know many of you still suffer under the oppression of this regime. Your struggles weigh heavy on my heart. Take comfort, friends, you are not alone.

To hasten that day, I urge you – share your stories. Let your voices be heard be it on each platform you listen to this or emailing the author, Mario Portela. Only together can we manifest the future we deserve.

Stay strong, hold to hope. This is Nanaya, welcoming you to Enki’s Tales From the Past. Join us on this struggle for truth.

The bustling streets of Ur were a stark contrast to the quiet solitude I had grown accustomed to in the peaceful city of Babylon. As my loyal guard Zuka and I made our way through the crowded marketplace, the air was thick with the intoxicating scent of exotic spices and the cacophony of vendors passionately hawking their wares. I took great care to keep my head down, lest anyone recognize me as an outsider in this bustling city… worst even, the queen of Babylon.

My heart raced with a mix of excitement and fear, for I knew the importance of our mission here… we need to understand the extension of this new trend of this so called one true god.

“The rumors we’ve heard are quite intriguing,” Zuka murmured, his eyes scanning the crowd. “This Abram and his family have certainly stirred up quite a commotion.”

I nodded, my gaze settling on a group of people gathered around a storyteller. “Come, Zuka! Let’s see if we can learn more.”

We edged closer, blending in with the throng of listeners. The storyteller’s voice carried a fervent, almost reverent tone as he recounted Abram’s encounter with the one true god.

“And the Lord Almighty said unto Abram, ‘Get thee out of thy country, and from thy kindred, and from thy father’s house, unto a land that I will shew thee: And I will make of thee a great nation, and I will bless thee, and make thy name great; and thou shalt be a blessing.'”

A murmur of awe rippled through the crowd, and I felt a stirring of something within me – a longing, perhaps, for the certainty and purpose that this Abram seemed to have found. I missed my Lady of the Greatest Heart, Prince Enki… a couple of years without them and the people seemed to have easily forgotten them.

Zuka leaned in close, his breath tickling my ear. “This is more than just a local legend. The people here are captivated by Abram’s story, as if it were a divine calling.”

I nodded, my mind racing. “We know all the gods… none of them would mess with human life like this… And if this Abram truly has been chosen by one, then his followers may actually be falling under Enlil’s rule.”

Zuka’s expression darkened. “Indeed. We must tread carefully, Priestess Nanaya. The people of Ur are fiercely loyal to their traditions, and any perceived interference from Babylon could be met with resistance.”

As we slipped away from the crowd, the scent of incense and the rhythmic chanting from the nearby temple caught my attention. I paused, drawn to the sacred space, and Zuka followed suit.

“The ziggurat,” he murmured, his gaze sweeping over the imposing structure. “The heart of Ur’s religious life. If Abram’s message is spreading, it may find its way here as well.”

I felt a chill run down my spine, the weight of our mission suddenly pressing upon me. “Then we must be vigilant, Zuka. The fate of Babylon may rest on what we uncover in this city.”

I followed Zuka up the winding steps of the ziggurat, the towering structure casting long shadows across the bustling courtyard below. As we reached the top, the sounds of fervent shouts and impassioned speech grew louder, drawing us towards the entrance of the temple.

Peering inside, I saw a crowd of worshippers gathered around a man who stood out among them, his wild beard and payots framing a face marked by a large serpent tattoo on his arm. His voice boomed with a sense of urgency, his words laced with a fervent intensity.

“Brothers and sisters!” he cried, his gaze sweeping across the captivated audience. “Look at the ruins of our once-great cities! Our so-called gods promised us enlightenment and guidance… yet when shadows loomed… where were they? Abandoned! GONE!!!”

I exchanged a troubled glance with Zuka, sensing the dangerous undercurrents in the man’s words. This was no mere local legend – this was a direct challenge to the very foundations of our society… of our history!

“Left to the mercy of the chaos they claimed to protect us from!”

The assembly was growing increasingly restless.

“They say we are nothing without them… but what have they truly done for us? They’ve chained us to their will, holding us back while they flit about as if they are above us! We paid for their whims, but when it was time to stand with us… they turned their backs!”

“But we are not merely pawns! Am I right?! We are the blood and sweat of this land! We must stand united for the one true god—the power that exists to protect us! No more will we worship those who sully our destinies! I say… NO MORE!!”

The crowd erupted in a chorus of cheers and applause, their fervor igniting a spark of unease within me. Zuka tensed beside me, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

“This is no mere agitator,” he murmured, his eyes narrowed. “The symbol of the serpent… it is a sign of Enlil’s influence.”

I felt a chill run down my spine, the implications of his words weighing heavily on me. If Enlil had indeed set his sights on Ur, then the fragile balance we had worked so hard to maintain in Babylon was in jeopardy.

“No more shall this King sway us to be infidels to the true god. NO MORE!”

The crowd cheered as the agitator kept his momentum.

This was not merely blasphemous, but rather a malicious attempt to stir up animosity, which cut me to the core.

“No more shall we follow their rules… we are all one under the one true god. They promised guidance and love, yet what have they given us? Chains! Slavery! Look around—our brothers and sisters suffer beneath their neglect. It’s time we reclaim our autonomy and forge our own path! Reject their lies! “

“They are false deities, corrupt and craven, clinging to power by their deceit!”

The serpent-tongued man continued to incite the throng.

“Embrace our strength!

Together, we can break free from the shackles they’ve placed upon us!

It’s time to rise, to fight against the very essence of oppression!

It’s time we accept the open arms of the Lord Almighty, our true creator… our one true god!

Not one of those fallen from the sky… but the ruler of everything!

A one true god!

Repent!

For the kingdom of the heavens will protect you and your family.

Reject the old ways!

Cast aside the burdens they have placed upon us!

Their followers—those blind infidels—will fight to keep us shackled, but we shall be stronger!

They are infidels!

Together, we will rise, united under the banner of the one true god!

This is our moment! Are you with me?!

Are YOU with me?!

We hold the power of the one true god within our hearts…

A lord almighty whose strength will cleanse this land of their deception!

A divine force that will raise us from the ashes and grant us the autonomy we deserve!

No more shall we bow before their fallen idols!

We shall worship the only true power that loves us, that stands with us… our true creator… the all powerful…

The Lord our Sheppard.

The only god… and savior.

The day of reckoning is upon us!

Repent and you shall be forgiven.

The Lord Almighty will protect you!

Believe!”

The fervent chants and impassioned cries pierced my heart, shattering the fragile sense of balance I had worked so tirelessly to maintain in Babylon. As I watched the crowd’s devotion to this new “one true god lie,” a deep ache settled in the pit of my stomach.

“Zuka, we must leave this place at once,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “This… this is a threat to everything we’ve built.”

Zuka’s brow furrowed, his hand still resting on the hilt of his sword. “My lady, I fear this is more than just a local uprising. The symbols, the rhetoric – it reeks of Enlil’s influence.”

I nodded, my mind racing with the implications. “Precisely. We cannot afford to let this spread, not when we’ve come so far in fostering unity between our people.”

Without another word, we slipped away from the temple, descending the winding steps of the ziggurat. The bustling streets of Ur had taken on a sinister air, the once-vibrant energy now tinged with an undercurrent of unease.

“We must find Abram and his family… If this ‘one true lie’ has chosen him, then he may be the key to understanding the extent of Enlil’s machinations.”