Venus and Her Lover

by Becca Tzigany

  A continual torment, the sea of faces was ever before me – faces of women who were persecuted, enslaved, tortured, and trapped by the Dominator Culture. All their frustrated energy became food for a predatory hierarchy. Sexual energy was particularly powerful. I thought of independent Lilith and the power of orgasm – the feminine force of creation. Rulers would have to get that under control, definitely.

  While I did not relish reliving a rape scene, it did explain my bondage fantasies. It would seem that in an early Earthly incarnation, sexual arousal and domination came online for me simultaneously. It was through arousing me that the predators tricked me into a kind of consent, an energetic opening, which they would take egregious advantage of. They were masters of deception. Despite my starry wisdom, I was too inexperienced in the ways of the world to resist.

  Shiva, the Masculine, is consciousness; Shakti, the Feminine, is form. Through the feminine radiance of the high priestess, the attackers gained knowledge of how the Feminine seduces the Masculine into form, how women enchant men with their innocence, desire for love, and their trust in the power of Life. Then, under the cover of Venusian emotions, they could open the hearts and bodies of their victims, and proceed to manipulate them with fear of loss, desires to possess, and muddled identities... the dark side of Venus.

  Dominator Hierarchy on the Prowl

  The whole idea of Reptilian overlords, I had heard before. Now that I contemplated that I had been present when they took control – in the mythic times of dragons, talking snakes, and serpent worship? – I took a more serious look.

  The reptilian brain of the human being is the seat of survival drives and emotions, and of “character traits like aggressive, cold-blooded and ritualistic behavior; a desire for control, power, and ownership... social hierarchies”165 Fear is its most powerful emotion. “When the reptilian brain kicks in it overpowers the thought processes of the neocortex through emotional responses based on fear of not surviving.”166 It occurred to me that the sword may have been a symbolic portrayal of the severing of my DNA, with the ritual somehow delineating my further incarnations to human (reptilian-brained) proportions.

  Don Juan Matus, the Yaqui shaman who taught Carlos Castaneda, broaches “the most serious topic in sorcery” when he tells him, “We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The predator is our lord and master… They took us over because we are food to them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. Just as we rear chickens in coops, gallineros, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros.”167

  David Icke, a British researcher of consciousness and the control mechanisms of society, describes in his many books how the Reptilians, who prefer to remain hidden, work through their Reptilian-human hybrid representatives, the Illuminati (in royal bloodlines, political systems, and religious organizations) to command humanity. Rulers (political or religious) keep humanity destabilized with hellfire threats, slavish conditions, and survival anxieties, so they can enjoy the perks of being in the upper levels of the hierarchy as they feed their masters above them. According to Icke, only those at the very top of the pyramid realize they are serving nonhuman masters. After studying the Dominator System for all these years, I now took a giant step back and beheld a hierarchical organization designed to control the human species, and a drama of galactic proportions.

  The patriarchal myths certainly served this system. Yahweh, Kronos (Saturn), Zeus, and Odin all ruled violently over their hierarchy of lowly humans, who (in the case of the Judeo-Christian system), were tainted with Original Sin, a catalyst for a chain of negative emotions. The Indian caste system, provided by the Nagas (snake gods) still kept races separate. Reptile symbolism seemed to everywhere legitimize the rulers – from ancient Oriental dragon royalty, to the Plumed Serpent God Quetzalcóatl in Central America, to dragons on the coats of arms of European royal families and countries.

  Had humans existed in a previous Golden Age, as told worldwide in myth, and then experienced The Fall into a lower density through conquest and genetic manipulation by another race of beings from off world? The whole idea boggled my mind, and even more so when I considered that I had been part of the shift that resulted in the enslavement of humanity.

  Inanna

  How had I gotten myself into that position? In subsequent sessions, I felt sucked down a whirlpool of time, and then I heard the name Inanna whispered in my mind, beckoning me to follow it to a time long, long ago.

  I serve the goddess Inanna. I willingly surrender to her glorious mission.

  Inanna stands between the columns of her temple, overlooking the city, the orchards, the green fields sloping toward the river. It is she who has established order in this land. She has taught the people not just language but poetry, not just laws but worship, not just architecture but beauty in building. She bestows the crown and scepter; she chooses the king and guides him.

  Sargon, for example. He was a lowly gardener before she made him great. Together, they spread her empire. Our armies have laid waste to all who have resisted her. Blood has soaked the Earth as never before, in the name of conquest, of power, and of glory to the Goddess, my Inanna.

  In many towns we have set her temple, where women and men learn the arts of love. They offer their orgasms for their own upliftment and for the good of the land, and in adoration of Inanna. Through the hieros gamos, the sacred marriage, we allow mortal men to be purified in Tantric fires. In sexual union, we open to the limitless energy of the Universe and channel it onto this Earth. Sometimes men die in the ceremonial process, but she only wants the ones who survive: the strong.

  She shall make of this Earth a paradise. Once under her rule, all beings shall thrive.

  Thunder of War

  It was time to consider who was Ishtar, the Whore of Babylon, the Goddess of Love and War. And War... an aspect of the Goddess I had repudiated (and should I say, denied?), but now, for the first time, was feeling deeply. In addition to my mythology books, I consulted the works of Zecharia Sitchin. His translations of 6000-year-old Sumerian tablets present a mythic tale that, if taken seriously, rewrites history.

  According to interpretations of the myths, the Anunnaki, “Those Who From Heaven Came,” arrived in “sky boats” to Earth, seeking to mine gold, a vital metal they needed to repair the ailing atmosphere of their home planet, or perhaps they ingested monoatomic gold to enhance their ailing bodies. Lord Enki began mining operations in southern Africa, and Lord Enlil established organizational and farming operations in Mesopotamia. In order to relieve overworked Anunnaki miners on the verge of mutiny, Ninmah, Enki’s wife and science officer, created a new species, the Adamu, as a slave race. The Anunnaki (the Elohim of the Bible) created humans “in their image.” Sitchin interprets this as the manipulation of native hominid and Anunnaki genetics. The deliberate leapfrogging of Terran evolution meant the “missing link” would never be found. Compared to the new humans, the Anunnaki had godlike knowledge and technology and enjoyed extreme longevity, so that they seemed immortal.

  One of the first Anunnaki born on Earth was Inanna, a darling of the rulers. She grew into an intelligent, ambitious beauty. As time passed, the Anunnaki offspring increased, and they intermarried with humans. Before long, they began to argue over rulership, those with more Anunnaki in their bloodline considering themselves superior. Inanna fell in love with Dumuzi, who was accidentally killed in a power struggle with his half-brother Marduk. Did the grief of Inanna provoke her into a ruthless competition with Marduk and others? The Sumerian tablets speak of Inanna and others battling with weapons of “brilliance” that demolished what they struck. Likewise, the Mahabharata and other Sanskrit epics describe wars in the heavens – gods battling in vimanas, “flying chariots,” and using “blazing missiles” and deadly arrows/thunderbolts that destroyed whole cities.

  While long relegated t
o myth, if read literally, the tales of the wars of the gods could answer some archaeological enigmas. In sites throughout the world, large areas of fused green glass have been found (and nowhere near volcanoes). Archaeologists digging in the Euphrates Valley had been puzzled by the layer of green glass, but in 1947 it was reported that when the first atomic bomb was exploded in New Mexico, it fused the desert sand into green glass.168 While answering a mystery, it created another one for scientists not willing to entertain the idea of ET visitation on Earth.

  Russian archaeologists digging in Mohenjo Daro and Harappa, ancient cities of the Indus River Valley, discovered a layer where people had been suddenly felled. “The Harappa and Mohenjo-Daro skeletons are also among the most radioactive remains ever found, revealing radiation levels equal to those that have been recorded in corpses that were recovered from Hiroshima and Nagasaki.”169

  Part of the Sinai Desert is covered in black rocks, and is supposedly where the attacks happened on Sodom and Gomorrah, as mentioned in the Bible. The Sumerian tablets go into more detail, describing the five cities that were targeted and “finished off, to desolation they were overturned... steam to the heavens was rising... With fire and brimstone they were upheavaled, all that lived there to vapor turned... The waters were poisoned, all vegetation withered... Everything that lived behind it was dead, people and cattle all alike perished.” (Sitchin translation).170

  Could our current debacle with nuclear power and war be a karmic replay of our ancestors? How might it have been different if the Goddess of Love had not championed combat and strife?

  The thunder of war rumbles through the halls of history, with the couple cowering in the shadows, yearning for true love.

  Our myths tell the story of the Goddess of Love and War over the millennia... beginning with Inanna, who became Ishtar.

  Ishtar, Babylonian Lady of Victory, takes lovers and makes them into generals and kings. Sargon marshals human armies to spread her territory, although he dies an alcoholic and broken man, cursing the Goddess he served, while Ishtar still revels in her youthful beauty. She seduces Lord Enki to get the me programs to help her set up culture in the Indus River Valley. My mind made connections: Inanna/Ishtar... Kali... Shakti... the Great Goddess. That would mean it was she who lays the foundations for Tantric culture in India. The Goddess establishes civilization here in India.

  Ishtar becomes lovers with Nergal to challenge Marduk, who has set himself up as Ra in Egypt. She wrests loyalty from Naram-Sin, Sargon’s grandson, to expand her influence from the Persian Gulf to the Mediterranean.

  As Asherah and Ashtoreth, she suffers setbacks, where the descendants of Abraham (who was likely working for Lord Enlil) tear down her temples and groves where she is worshipped. They call her an “abomination” for she challenges the rule of Yahweh (Enlil to the Sumerians) in the Old Testament.

  Nevertheless, wherever the Goddess of Love and War erects her temples, she receives devotees who seek her motherly protection. Astarte in the Mediterranean, from Anatolia to Egypt, and then Aphrodite in Greece, the Goddess of Love becomes Venus to the Romans, though she seems more remote than in previous times.

  As I followed the arc of history, the expanse of the story took my breath away. What if the Goddess of Love was a long-lived Anunnaki ruler of Earth? What if she had really existed?

  Myth as history? Could it be? For so long, I had followed Joseph Campbell’s advice and taken myth as metaphor. But what if the ancients’ descriptions of their interactions with “gods” actually happened? They did, after all, believe their deities were real. According to their accounts, they walked and talked with them, they bore children by them.

  Did I need to throw out everything I had been writing about goddesses and gods over the past decade? No, hold on a minute. I must not make the mistake the early humans had and confuse a god (an advanced being) with God (the Great Spirit/All That Is/Infinite Consciousness). Archetypes – the blueprints of our 3D reality – did exist. Eternal truths were indeed revealed through archetypal stories.

  OK, at least I settled that. Otherwise, I was completely unsettled by these memories/past visions I was having. Was I really there then? It was as if I was looking through Ishtar’s eyes, feeling the thrill of wielding power, the narcissistic pleasure of adoration, the smug confidence of cruel manipulation. When I was out of trance, however, these feelings made me sick to my stomach. As her high priestess, how could I have participated in a game like that, using sex in a bloodthirsty pursuit of power?

  Goddess of War. Whether or not I had been a high priestess in Inanna’s service, I had to accept this part of me. Because of my own power plays, I had been ambushed. If the rape had happened as I remembered, and they had taken over the persona of the Goddess of Love, then they could have used it to maneuver men and women into desire, jealousy, possession, guilt, grasping – a continuous flow of frustrated emotions which, it seemed, were sustenance to them. The Church and the State could then set up repressive structures within which love would be authorized to operate. The ones in control could take the universal yearning of every being – to love – and corral it for their own ends.

  The horror of the game gaped before me.

  At the moment of my death as High Priestess, I survey the misery that would soon become the author of human history. With the failure of my mission, and my imprisonment in 3-D, I float in shock for a long time.

  Subsequently, I hide from the predators, who clearly want to destroy me. I operate out of the mind (“masculine” left brain) instead of emotions (“feminine” right brain) where they might detect me. I agree to do my work quietly “under the radar,” and will not rely on my feminine power, which they are using to feed into the control grid and to maintain the dysfunctional dynamic between women and men.

  I become a man, a government official, working in a goddess culture in the Middle East. We worship the Earth Mother and the Sky Father. We honor one another, and the spirits of plants and places. Invaders come, with their terrible swords, and I flee.

  Hidden away in Egypt, I dwell every day until my death full of remorse for not having stopped the invaders, who brought a Dominator Culture to my former home. As a follower of a wise man, I lose myself in spiritual studies, to assuage the shame and grief I feel at the loss of my homeland.

  I become a man, an architect, in the Mayan culture of Mesoamerica. We are well organized and everyone is fed; we cultivate relationship with the cosmos. As a nobleman, I am proud of our life in harmony with Earth. But invaders would come, tearing our civilization asunder.

  Then, in an ensuing lifetime, I am a Mayan high priest. I stand atop a pyramid, performing a ritual of sacrifice. With my obsidian knife, I cut out the hearts of victims, as offerings to the serpent god. During one such rite, I must kill my friend; as I plunge my knife into his chest, he glares at me with terror. The look in his eyes never leaves me, and I know that I have betrayed more than my friend... I have betrayed life itself.

  Lifetimes and lifetimes. Working under the radar of the Dominators, using my intellect and powerful soul memory to bring me back to my mission, I rely on my masculine mind to be able to navigate through the grid.

  What happens, however, to my Feminine Soul? Whenever I can, I allow her through – this time more than ever – but not without the fear that I would be discovered, and their ritual would overpower me again and further sever me from Mother Gaia and my starry origins.

  Penance

  Let security go and be at home amid dangers.

  Leave your good name behind

  and accept disgrace.

  I have lived with cautious thinking;

  Now I’ll make myself mad.

  ~ Rumi

  “How convenient,” Sienna commented, “to have those lifetimes as upper class men. You don’t oppose the rulers – and you get all the bennies.”

  “But Sienna,” I protested. “If I had openly oppos
ed them, they would’ve killed me again. I had no choice!”

  “Oh really? You had no choice?” she said. “So you just went along – cooperating. Enjoying the power and privilege of a nobleman. For you to own this Shadow, you must take responsibility for the part you played. You helped establish the Patriarchy, Becca. Own it.”

  Sienna not only wanted me to face this history, but to own the parts of me still cooperating with the Dominator Culture. Through many torturous sessions, I faced the pain, fear, and grief in that sea of faces who had been tricked by Dark Venus.

  Seduction – the open-hearted invitation to merge with another, to create a synergistic union that allows lovers to celebrate the reaching of each other’s potential – had been perverted. Seduction became a game to hook the heart of another, thus manipulating relationship into a business deal. Distrustful of one another, a woman at least got security and children, and a man got sex and a home base, while both of them got cheated out of the joys and pleasures of intimacy. This was the template laid down in the name of Venus. Her sacred trust was betrayed.

  As love became more complicated, traumatic, and controlled, it was substituted in the emotions by the struggle for might and supremacy. “From Eros to Chaos,” is how Riane Eisler put it.171 Power is the name of the game in a dominator pyramid.

  Lust for power had driven me while I served the goddess Inanna. In order to be a player in the Patriarchy, I had used patriarchal methods. Ishtar, a strong feminine figure, savagely subdued men – Hell, yeah! Or so I thought. All of this served to reinforce the dominator structure.

  This lifetime, to make amends, I had used my natural talents: being the one in charge, directing environmental campaigns, spiritual rituals, and healing workshops. I loved doing “good works.” Despite my modest finances, I had always felt entitled to a regal lifestyle (“champagne taste on a beer budget,” as my father described it). Now in my humbler circumstances, I had cowered before authority, and approached jumping off the cliff with shaky knees.