Another myth embedding a moral teaching for the young: sexuality should be enjoyed ideally within the context of marriage. It is remarkable to see that all gods in the Mesopotamian pantheon have their spouses. While Mesopotamian literature grants a certain license to the adolescent gods, there is no philandering or adultery as in Greek literature (Leick, 1994:35).
When Nanna the Moon, the firstborn son of Enlil and Ninlil, Lord and Lady Air, appeared in the skies, he, the young lord who was Ans shining Torch, by ever renewing himself and illuminating primeval darkness, brought along Time, the cosmic Measure that enables the contemplation of Eternity through the little and great facts that shape up with Meaning our lives lows and highs. For as Nanna moved slowly over the night skies changing from waxing to waning glow, and opening the doors of heaven to let in and out days, months and years always to return, lifes heartbeat synchronized in perfect harmony with the Moons shine: tides, the coming of spring floods to renew the land, the growth of reeds, the breathing in and out of all greens, abundance of milk, cheese and cream and, most of all, the sacred blood of womanhood.
So Nanna the Moon was at once young and old, bringing Rest to the land and the living, dreams and the wildest fantasies. Much loved and feared by some, Nannas shine made everything equally far and near, close by and yet mysteriously remote. His was a strangeness both intimate and frightening, for his coming brought either sweet dreams or weird, challenging nightmares to play during slumber. But if one chose to, Nanna would also bestow vigilance and illumination for the diligent student of the Souls mysteries. One of such kind was a young Anunnaki Maiden called Ningal.
Young Ningal lived out in the marshlands close to the ancient settlement of Eridu, the beloved daughter of Ningikuga, the Goddess of Reeds, and Enki, the God of Magic, Crafts and Wisdom. Slim, black-haired Ningal of eyes darker than a moonless night was quiet only in appearance, because inwards she had a deep, sensual, vibrant intensity and gift to unveil the language of the Unknown revealed in images, age-old legends, poetry and most of all, in dreams. She was naturally spontaneous yet reserved in many ways. Dream interpretation was her gift, and this was no easy talent to have or share. It is so because a dream expresses in images the inside weaving of life through symbolic imagery, as well as the unseen reverse of outer lifes weaving. Ningal had learnt (many times the hard way) that to find the true meaning of a dream it was necessary to keep a balance between the outer images she received, to find out whether they were part of the Memory of the Land since the beginning of times or not, check whether the images came from the unknown and the known to her, to finally examine her inner perception of these images so that the right clues for healing and wholeness could be found within and without the dream. Also, insights achieved by dream divining brought along laughter as much as tears, when knowledge flared up to the highest heights or descended to the lowest depths like shooting star. Deep down Ningal knew though that despite the tears, she could not bear not to know. And that perhaps Wisdom for her meant the smile beyond the tears.
Since Ningal could remember, in the magical world of the marshlands, where islands came out of the deepest blue waters fringed with date and palm trees, she would follow Nannas progression upon the night skies. A sense of wonder, awe and mystery she had, whenever she saw the Moons shine reflecting on the waters and felt in her body, in her mood changes, in her soul the full impact of the Silvery Lords passage. Mother Ningikuga would nod, but not say a word. She, the wise Goddess of Reeds, Sovereign of the Marshlands, Enkis dear friend, and the diligent Weaver who had brought to humankind the art of binding reeds for the first ruts and temples of the land, knew what the maidens natural shyness could not, would not yet reveal: Ningal had fallen in love with Nanna. Thus Ningikuga watched over Ningal, respected the girls silence. Soon, the Wise Friend of Enki knew, Ningal would come into her full power as a woman and young goddess of the Holy House. Then she would be able to choose her hearts desire, to sing to him a Bridal Song.
Bridal Songs told about a maidens longing for the beloved, her desire to meet him again and again, and the anticipation of sexual pleasure of the Sacred Marriage Rites. Ningikuga knew Ningal would soon come to her power. Then she would know whom to choose, she would announce her choice in a love song. Would he be Nanna though?
The Moon had to complete another full cycle throughout the seasons until Ningal found her voice to address her beloved for the first time. Then, one night as Nanna appeared in the skies announcing the beginning of springtime, Ningal felt she could at last sing to Nanna her hearts song aloud. Would he accept her? She did not know, but sure wanted to find out! With a growing sense of wonder, Ningal realized that she longed, but did not hurt for Nanna. Knowing her dreams as she did, Nanna was the deepest desire of her Soul, but would he also be the true delight of her waking hours, the True Companion of Lifes Mysteries? She knew he had the potential to be her mate though. Because as a lion wants only his lioness, as a tiger lies down only with his tigress, Ningal knew she longed to make of Nannas arms her nest, if he only surrendered to her sweet and wild caress.
So Ningal sang:
Hail Nanna, listen to Ningal
Hail Nanna, listen to your soul
Welcome please be to my company,
O light that unfolds such a wondrous World
You are the hand fitted to my glove
Needle to my thread, friend the very best
Welcome please be, Lord of my desire,
Candle to my fire, torch-bearer of my Soul
That very night, at onset of springtime, Nanna looked down to the marshlands and heard Ningals song, saw her upraised face to the night skies, smiling at him, wooing him. The Moon Lord started with recognition, surprise and deep felt delight. For as long as he could remember, a Maiden had been the Silent Companion of his nightly journeys, always to return. Her enigmatic dark eyes and beauty both cultivated and wildly untamed had chased, challenged him with unspoken questions and promises. He saw Ningal, he loved her more anything. Desire so great for the young goddess felt the Moon Lord that he impetuously came down to earth to ask her:
Ningal, silent companion of my wandering soul, the hours of the night are quickly passing by, and soon I will disappear, only tonight to come back. But before I leave, I beg you my lady to hear a most humble request from the one and only who wants to be your lover and friend, the very best. Lady of my heart, sister without peer, now that I found you, now that I met you, now that I know after so much searching that you are my best Dream come true, my blood sings, my heart leaps, my head spins for everything that you mean. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms and share all body, mind and soul delights! So if you truly love me, Ningal, as I sure love you, please do come to me in the marshes tomorrow, lady of my heart . Do not be afraid of the dark, because my light will guide you, beloved. Nothing will hurt you, but to ensure your full protection, do cut reeds for leggings against the sharp edges. Ill gather birds eggs for us to eat, well rinse our hands in the silvery waters of the marsh. O my sweet lady, why wait for the right time to meet, why wait so long for the wedding rites? Beloved, come to me, but in secrecy not to upset our families. If you truly love me as I love you, come to me tomorrow and we will make our wildest fantasies come true.
Taken by surprise, but totally overcome by sheer delight, Ningal did not think twice:
As you come to me today, beloved, Ill sure come to you tonight. You are truly the desire of my heart, I cannot not refuse the invite. O my sweet lord, Ive also dreamt about you for so long! Why should we then wait for the right time to meet, why should we wait for the wedding day, when so much joy has come our way?
Thus, confident in the strength of being greatly loved, Ningal did as Nanna had told: she did not say a word to mother Ningikuga about having met the young Moon Lord. Indeed, Nanna was right: otherwise it would take much longer for both to be together in unchaperoned company. According to the rites, not only the young ones in love, but the two families should meet, get along and exchange the proper gifts.
So Ningal spent the day in the most joyful preparations. She bathed herself, she anointed herself for Nanna the Moon. Intrigued, Mother Ningikugas eyes followed her through the grooming rites. Ningikuga did raise an eyebrow and opened her mouth to utter a couple of questions but did not say a word in the end.
Does she know something has changed? asked herself Ningal. Perhaps she does, but I wont tell. Mother is so very proper and fond of patterned, well-woven ways that she wont allow me to meet Nanna tonight. Or tomorrow and the day after without following the sacred customs. This means that only in the next festival there will be a chance for us to be introduced formally to each other. And the next festival is weeks away! Sorry, mother, but this time it is my life and Ill have the final say!
When she left the reed house that night, Ningal shone as bright as the full moon. And as bright as the full moon Nanna came, as loving and respectful as the king-to-be wooing the high priestess of the land. They met in secret, but loved in the open, again and again, throughout that holy night, and more. For night after night during that fortnight, until the time came for Nanna to go and light up the Underworld, the Moon Lord and the Mistress of Dream Divination met and made sweet and wild love. Then the last night came, before Nanna should return to the Underworld to light up the Depths Below. After celebrating in joy and reverence their love, in the aftermath of shared pleasure, Nanna kissed Ningal and held her close to whisper in her hair the acknowledgement of the longing of his young lovers soul:
Marry me, Ningal, Inner Torch of my Life, who fills with light my darkest night..
Delight so great filled Ningals heart, but Nannas shine was rapidly fading to the Middleworld. Ningal knew though he was shining bright in the depths below and within her very soul
On your return, beloved she replied, we will talk this out.
But in the Heights Above, upon the Earth and in the Depths Below, the Great Gods knew of Nannas and Ningals secret love. The Great Gods, who know All, approved of the young lovers choice, but were intrigued about their interest in making secret a joy that should not be hidden. There was also the case of Nannas impetuousness by wooing Ningal to the marshlands without his or her parents agreement. Somehow Nannas enthusiasm had to be put on a hold before he made his intentions towards Ningal honorable and clear not only to her, but to all the Anunnaki. The Great Gods, the Anunnaki, were the Guardians of the Land, Patrons of Order and Balance, the Spiritual Sustenance to all the living. And Love, being the Life Force formed the Basis of Civilization: it should therefore be protected, cherished and preserved in all worlds. Youth was not an excuse for irresponsibility in love.
So this time darkness lasted longer, for clouds filled the night, hiding Nannas New Moon glow. Was it perhaps the way the Great Gods found to make impetuous Nanna come out and reveal to all his love for Ningal?
In the marshlands Ningal looked impatiently at the night skies, but had to keep quiet about her hearts desire. She knew Nanna was out there beyond the dark, heavy clouds, and exercised patience to wait for his comeback.
A first, a second, a third moonless night passed by since the New Moon. Nanna was indeed no where to be seen, shrouded by heavy clouds. It was then that a hooded traveler came to the marsh, to Ningikugas and Ningals reed house. When the stranger crossed the threshold, greeting courteously like a prince her mother and herself, Ningal with a heightened lovers intuition knew who he was: Nanna in disguise. Her heart leapt in joyful anticipation, but because of the secret pact they had sworn not to reveal to anyone their love she said not a word, waiting for the pattern to unfold.
After accepting food and drink Nanna from the table, the traveler told Ningal and Ningikuga of all the delicious dairy products he had diligently reserved for the one and only chosen of his heart, if she only cared to meet him later that night in the marshes.
Ningal felt her face grow hot, and her eyes searched for Ningikugas.
Am I seeing right, but mother tonight has laughing eyes? Ningal asked herself silently. The way Mother looks at him, the questions she asks Nanna, I mean, the traveler.....
Suddenly, Ningal understood it all and her face grew even hotter. Nothing that happened in all worlds could not be known by the Great Gods. They knew of Nanna and her.
O Nanna, weve been such fools, she realized. But I wont go to the marshes and hide what cannot be hidden anymore.
Loud, she said to the traveler, finding a new strength in her love, a new confidence in her full power of a woman and goddess:
Were you Nanna the Moon God, the chosen of my heart and companion of my soul, I would not go to the marshes with you tonight. Not until Moon Lord has filled the rivers with the early flood to bring fertility to the land and the people, has made grain grow in the field and new fish be in the marshes, old and new reeds in the canebrake, stags in the forest, plants in the desert, honey and wine in the orchards and long life to the palace. Then and only then, in the right time and season I would move out of the marshes to the Moons palace of Ur, I would share Nannas bed and be his Sovereign, Goddess and Queen.
A charged silence followed Ningals statement. As her attention was totally on the hooded traveler, Ningal did not see the approving smile that shone like a beacon in Ningikugas face or the raised eyebrow she directed to Ningal. How would the impetuous Moon Lord react to Ningals words?
Nanna retrieved his poise, chuckled and bowed deeply in front of both ladies, addressing Ningal first:
May your beloved have heeded your wise words, daughter of the holy house, first and foremost in the Moon Lords soul. You are truly the future lady of Ur.
He turned then to Ningikuga:
Thank you, Great Lady, for your hospitality. And forgive me for any harm my impetuousness has caused.
Ningikugas composure and humor were a sight to behold.
The daughters and sons of An are all also my own, she said very softly, raising her hand in a blessing. I wish you luck, Stranger, in the wooing of your lady. With a mothers experience and care, I tell you, young lord, love her deeply, treat her as your equal. And when the time comes in the Sacred Marriage celebrations, share yours and her joy with all creation. And... dont forget you two to send ME a proper invitation for the events.
Two young faces were as delighted as embarrassed, as Ningikuga retired in style for her private chambers.
So the Lady of Dreams bound in love the impetuous Torch of the Night. They were married in Ur, at the end of springtime, when the first fruits and dairy products of the land were ready for the gods and peoples tables. No longer on his own, the Moon Lord and his Beloved Lady sailed to Nippur to visit Enlil and Ninlil, Nannas parents. The Moon Lord and Ningal loaded the boat with the first fruits of the season and dairy products of the year. At every quay of every city they passed by, Nanna and Ningal gave to and received presents from the Cities Guardians of the temple estates visited. But the greatest of all presents Nanna received from the Lady of his Dreams:
Nanna, Wondrous Torch that blesses my life, within myself I carry now your seeds, our children of Brightness. First, I will give birth to a girl child. I name her Inanna, the First Daughter of the Moon, the Morning and Evening Star, who will be the Great Goddess of Love and War, Lover and Beloved as One. Wise, passionate, sensual, all this and more she will be. She will be the embodiment of love, both spiritual and highly physical, the Inner Light to bring brightness, passion, healing and fruition to all the living in all worlds. And to give our daughter-to-be a brother, let him be a child of equal outer brightness. Ill call him Utu, the Sun, the Light of the Day, who will illuminate all worlds with clarity while you, my love, are away. So let it be known that the Light of the Night and the Diviner of Dreams brought into being the brightest heavenly stars to ensoul the lives of the all gods and humankind. And as I will, so be it.
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