Unveiled

There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Once, they ruled the world. In the ancient days before the War of the Gods, The Great Mother and Father Dragons governed Above and Below with Fire and Water. That was before jealousy and betrayal tore the Garden of the EA apart. 

There is another story… an untold myth forbidden and lost to the scribes. Only incongruous fragments and whispers of rumors leave a small trace that I am real. You will not find me in your holy books or recorded in history as my birthright and rank ought to have allowed. 

I was naïve, blissfully so as a child. I didn’t see my father through the eyes of his disciples. I didn’t love my mother because she was the queen. For a time, I was innocent of the facts. I didn’t know I was a pawn. I did not know my life was in danger. Nor did I know what was at stake. Or what was being sacrificed to keep me safe. There were many things I didn’t understand outside the pain of blood and death on my behalf. It was fragile ground on which I stood. It would take me half of my adult life to understand, to assimilate, that I drew breath was a threat, a risk the Roman Empire was not willing to take. My family, my lineage, held the possibility of destroying the alliances made by my ancestors who abandoned the ways of the Goddess. If I was alive, I could expose them. I could tell their secrets… reveal the truth. Thus, at age three, began my life on the run to escape from who I am.

I have traveled through time and space, collecting the shards of my soul. Broken and forgotten pieces left behind like shattered glass. It didn’t start out that way. I was just a girl once. Reckless, rebellious, and carefree, or so it seemed. Looking back, I can see that deep down, I was lost. I was an outcast, looking for a place to belong. Wandering, yearning, searching for home.

The sense of home as a place of belonging, an anchor point of family, was not part of the plan for me. I could not be claimed in that way. Fostered by strangers in service of the Goddess and discarded by my people. Protected yet denied. I have lived in the shadows for some time now; initiated by Isis, adopted by the Druids, feared by the Sanhedrin, and hunted by Rome, hidden from those who would destroy me until the time was right. That time is now.

I realize now I wasn’t in search of a place. I was in search of myself. Seekers have long been on the quest to discover the mysteries I keep. Mysteries handed down through time from parent to child and bound by blood. Holy seed. Holy Birth. Holy Grail … The Sangreal. I am the seedling; the hybrid; the Princess of Heaven. I am Sarah Anna Tamar.

This is the story of how it all began, the ancient legend of the Dragon Dynasty Priest Kings and Queens and their children. A story as old as the stars themselves about the Tablets of Destiny, the power of blood sacrifice, and the sacred order of the daughters of Starfire. Well before Adam and Eve, before Noah and Emzara, Abraham and Sarah, Jacob and Rachel, Moses and Zipporah there were our ancestors, the Annunaki, the children of Tiamat and Abzu.

As a child, it was my favorite tale. I begged to hear it again and again. I thought it was just a story. But it was more than that. It was my oral history. 

In the beginning, at the yawn of creation, there was Wisdom, the Great Mother Water Dragon, called Tiamat. She was the creatrix of the universe who ruled the primordial watery abyss of creation where all energy resided. She took into her the seed of the Father Fire Dragon, Abzu and gave birth to the Twelve. Six female and six male supreme beings paired in sets of twins. These were the Annunaki.

Tiamat and Abzu commanded them to inhabit a new realm called Earth. They were given rule over humanity as created from clay, air, fire and water and the breath of life through the sacred marriage of their Mother and Father. We don’t imagine the divine to stoop to jealousy, but as the legend has it, everything, even God, seeks to survive the threat of irrelevance and extinction through the power of creation. God will go to every length to experiment, to reinvent itself in order to survive and evolve. All children challenge their parents and the children of the Great Mother and Father were no different.

After centuries of harmony, from the cradle of earthly civilization in the Garden of EA, the humans, who lived happily to serve the Great Mother and Father, became too knowledgeable and abundant for the Father. Tiamat loved her twelve children and their children’s children and, in turn, humanity, in an all-consuming fashion that drove a wedge of doubt into Abzu’s heart. Their great-grandson, Enki, had grown fond of humanity, teaching them the secret knowledge of the Gods. He taught them the ways of the elements; fire, wood-working, metallurgy, alchemy, botany, and astronomy. This knowledge was passed down through the Tablets of Destiny given by the Great Mother to one of the Twelve, her son, Kingu.

Abzu grew weary of humanity’s demands, the burden of their needs and quarrels. He became jealous of the love they shared with the Great Mother, with Enki and his twin and consort, Ninkhursag. Abzu conspired with Enki’s brother, Enlil, and made a plan to wipe out humanity. However, the plan was thwarted by Enki, the sworn protector of the humans. This enraged the Father. Thus, the War of the Gods began. Enki took it upon himself to retaliate against Abzu, Enlil, and his own son, Marduk.

Not all divine beings are good and Marduk had a dark heart. He sought power for himself and intended to claim it. He fed Abzu’s suspicions and, thus, the monster of jealousy was born. Abzu feared that Tiamat no longer favored him and that all of her love was only for her children. Of course, she paid him no mind, as this claim was absurd. You see, her nature was Love. So she could not be anything other than what she was, in essence, born from the impulse to create more of herself in the world. She could not deny her desire to love all as one.

Like a festering wound, Abzu’s jealousy grew. Marduk stoked it like a fire whose embers needed a small breath of air to keep their red hot heat at a steady burn. Abzu berated her. He was relentless in his torment, threatening destruction to all of creation. He swore he would punish her, and would crush what she cherished most; the children of the Earth.

Jealousy had twisted his heart. He had become cruel and hard. How could he betray her? Her never ending tears made a boundless storm that flooded and washed away the world as it once had been, leaving only a few survivors. Marduk wanted the glory of annihilating the humans and was furious that the tears of his great-great grandmother would have made his victory impossible. He sought vengeance and attempted to kill Tiamat, tearing her body apart into clouds. Heartbroken, she gathered and reshape her form, creating a tempestuous wind in the heavens that would sustain the breath of life for humankind. The deluge of her tears continued to rain down upon the earth, nearly drowning and scattering her precious Twelve in the six directions; north, south, east, west, above and below, forcing them to start again, isolated and exiled from each other in strange and distant lands, destined to spend eons searching for reunion and forgiveness.  

Thus the first tribes of humanity were created. Each governed by an Annunaki and Archangel. The tribes were given a name by which to recognize each other and identified by their sigils; dragon, lion, fish, dove, bear, wolf. Over time, the branches of the family tree grew and doubled. New sigils were born; sun and moon, tree, stag, ship, water, castle. Each vied for favor in the higher realms of the universe. The daughters of the Annunaki gods mated with human men. The sons of the Annunaki gods mated with human women, creating a subspecies called Nephilim. Amongst these new beings were creatures of dark as well as of the light. The Nephilim mated with each other. These couplings made for a hierarchy of beings on earth, all with one goal; to rule. The dark ones, called The Watchers, set upon the earth in search of the Tablets of Destiny to dominate the humans into submission with a grotesque abuse of power. The order of the Warriors of Light, the Annunaki and Archangels, were left to govern and guard the Earth. The Warriors of Light shunned the Watchers, and their Descendants of Darkness, forcing them into exile to the realm below the Underworld.

The High Council of the Warriors of Light set forth a plan. The only way to assure an alliance and regain the favor of Mother and Father Dragon with the humans was to place a priest king and queen on the throne of each of the kingdoms selected by the Mother and Father to rule the six directions and protect the secret knowledge of the universe from The Watchers. The Great Mother Dragon herself chose one of her daughters to host a human embryo with the seed of Enki. Thus began the lineage of human priest kings and queens passed down through the maternal line. This was the original rite of sacred marriage, the initiation of kingship that began with Adam, Lilith, and Eve. The preservation of this ancient wisdom, the preservation of the keys to the universe, was the ultimate charge of the lineage of the priest kings and queens.

This responsibility would be passed down from father to son for eternity. However, since Kingu, the first Keeper, had no heir, Enki took Eve as his consort to ensure a male successor to protect the Tablets. Cain was born. Adam and Eve would later have a son called Abel, then Adam and Lilith would have a son called Seth. Cain was given his mark to ensure that he would always be known and recognized as the first-born and favored son of kingship. He was given the mark of the Dragon. And so it was that the Great Mother Dragon would walk amongst the humans through all of her descendants. She would not be lost. She would not be forgotten.

Lilith, the granddaughter of the Great Mother Dragon, was pure Annunaki. Daughter to the Queen of the Underworld, she was handmaiden to her aunt Inanna and consort of the Gods, a privilege bestowed by her birthright. It was she that began teaching the daughters of the tribes the ways and rituals of sacred marriage and blood sacrifice and the making of Starfire during the lunar cycles. She was the first priestess of Starfire. It was Lilith, partnered with Enki, who was the root of the Tree of Knowledge for humanity. It was Lilith that inherited Wisdom. The way of Wisdom, the way of the priestess, passed down from mother to daughter, just as the path of the Keeper passed down from father to son through the line of Cain. But during the War of the Gods, Marduk stole the Tablets of Destiny and gave them as a gift to his uncle, Enlil, who betrayed the lineage to darkness. He passed them down to his son and then his grandson, the father of Lilith and Lord of the High Council, Metatron, who restored the Tablets to the light by entrusting them to those Marduk intended to subjugate. Together, he and his daughter prepared the inheritors of the Earth. Lilith, priestess trained her initiates in the transformation of sacred mating, bloodletting and consumption, which fortified the power of creation, of life, through the will of the Great Mother Goddess in spite of Marduk.

Over time, through marriages and births, the merging of the lineages of the lion and the wolf, a child would be born to reunite the Twelve and restore the rule of the Goddess, The Great Mother Dragon. The prophecy of redemption would not come to pass for generation upon generation until the ritual of sacred marriage created a female offspring that could share the perfected genetic code, the sacred blood, with the Great Mother Dragon. This prophesied child would hold the power to unify the world of the humans and the divine as she held within her a trace of each of her ancestors handed down to her from generations of mothers descended from the Great Mother. This child held within her the ancient power of the chalice, the holy blood of the priest kings and queens. The Mother Dragon had been patient, and the time had come to bring the Twelve together.

The task would not be easy. A representative from the six realms of the Twelve had been chosen to be of service when the time came for the girl to begin her quest. It had been foretold in all the realms as prophecy. The six directions of North, South, East, West, Above and Below each had a ruling pair descended from the original Twelve, whose duty it was to protect and serve the return of the Goddess. The Archangels who ruled the six directions were Metatron, Above, Ariel, below, Uriel to the North, Michael to the South, Raphael to the East and Gabriel to the West. The Annunaki descendants chosen to partner with the Archangels would be called as the time drew near. Destiny, the inevitable pull of energy that must be fulfilled regardless of want. It was time to remember the harmony and peace before the fall, before the war of gods and men.

Our family tree was old, as old as time itself. The campfire stories kept our secret history alive. Not the history of Sadducee or Pharisee. Not the history favored by time wielded by those with the will to power and conquest. These were the stories of our true lineage. They were the stories of the Dragon Dynasty Priest Kings and Queens and the holy blood of kingship. I was mesmerized by the tales told in the quiet of the night with my family by the warmth of the fire. The mantle of my destiny molded with each word spoken under the vast night sky.

        I had no idea the girl in the prophecy was me.