Dingir Ilama.

My name is Attila and I will talk about my life in Sumeria in 6000 BC

I went through many tribes and hardships before I had joined into the advancing civilization Of Sumeria delivered to Earth Humans by Volunteers. I have walked slowly to the city of Ur after a bad incarnation into a slave family. My owners were all killed by wild mountain robbers and I’ve been left to die in the high deserts of Sumeria. Naturally a quick death would’ve served me much better, but for some reason the body I’ve received was much stronger than I’ve anticipated. After the dew of the desert shook me into life I’ve found a horse that the robbers didn’t take. It had taken me at about 10 days to reach the first village; the horse had reached death much earlier,- the poor thing. I’ve got some food there from an old woman whom had recognized me from an earlier incarnation. She was the local healer and rain caller. We had chatted for a while and she and I agreed that it would be the best for me to use my knowledge in Ur. I was reluctant, since I was working on the disassembly of Ego shields through humility and humbleness. I did not want to lose this technological data while I would help other volunteers to introduce urban living to devolved earth Humans. But this body had been freed from slavery so my experiments as a free man had been thrown into the scrap container by karma technology. I’ve gathered too much good karma and it had torn me away from my experiments. Karma technology had been introduced to the Earth Planes before the spiritual wars had started. It had served as a spirit balancing mechanism to those that had lived immortal lives in recreational earth compounds. The damaging Sun waves had created negative effects on those whom had left the recreational compounds therefore Karma technology had reignited their consciousness with re balancing mechanisms.
As an Earth human I had no chance to control Karma technology, since I’ve lived in the destructive wavelengths just like any other Human being. Karma technology had been layered into earth’s macro vortex for better efficiency. To be able to control Karma, you must be able to possess a macro cosmic quantum lab with the highest tech spiritual equipment. Other words you must be an alchemist of such quality as those before the wars. I was not one of them at the time so I had to live through my good Karma, so I’ve decided to become an Ur dweller.
The old woman had given me healing herbs and better clothing from his deceased son, and then as I’ve walked away from her old shack that were standing at the end of the village I saw her nodding, saying: “We will meet again” I felt her energetic waves encircle my light body and leaving me with the assurance, that my health in this body will be especially looked after by her. Of course I’m a healer also, but when you have work to do you forget to regenerate your light body and it can be drained by Earth’s exhausted children quiet easily.
When I’ve reached the open gates of Ur I’ve nodded to the sleepy lazy guards letting them know I’m not a stranger. I’ve been in Ur a few incarnations ago, but this time I came to live here. One of the guards had looked back at me with a haughty smile in his eye moving his chest muscles just a bit, telling me, that he is in his full power and ready to show that to any man or woman, especially to woman. I bowed my head with humility and slipped through the gate.
I’ve arrived at the time of the siesta; only dogs were dawdling around the empty olive jars, sculptures of the Giants, woven huge baskets. An old man had looked at me with his scaly eyes, than had smiled at me with a perfect set of teeth. I was surprised to see this since urban humans were usually malnutritioned by the huge overdoses of grain diets. I had doubted that the old man would see if I smile back, so I’ve just nodded a big one so at least that he’d see. As I’ve passed his sitting statue and turned into the high walk of the ruler from one of the houses a great aroma had hit my nose. It was the house of the courtesans, I knew it well, and I knew her well. She had been a courtesan for many incarnations, and had tried to make me her client in many lives, but I’ve rejected her body every time with a clever joke, so she would not turn against me. Her name had varied in every life and she was unconscious about her gift of pleasure that she had carried through each cycle. Naturally most of the time she had chosen to becomes a courtesan to satisfy this gift. I’ve looked up and there she was in the window looking right into my eyes. I looked back up and made a connection of not sexual, but human. I saw a surprised twitch in her eyes and then she’s looked away to try to remember where did she know me from. Of course she could not remember because we haven’t met in this life yet until that moment.
Ur had never left me with a moment of Boredom and because the people had spoken the ancient language there was always room for debates philosophies, and wisdom. Ur was and will be the wisest city for ever and until the end of days. The people of Ur always had and Idiom or fraise for every event. They weren’t a very spiritual people although they had rows of sculptures of god rulers and angels, and spirits, but their primary concern was their gold reserves that had been boosted by the trades from the fields of the Tiger and the Euphrates.
I’ve headed to the palace. The carved slabs under my foot had showed me the sophistication of the sculptures of Ur. I could not detect any imperfections in their work. I allowed myself to play with my steps as I stepped from one slab onto the next until I’ve reached the palace stairs. Here I had a bit of a difficulty with the guards of course, but in those days I knew exactly how to get through. It was much easier then than now to get and audience with the world leaders.
I’ve told the guards that I have come to interpret the king’s dream. Of course they had no idea about any of this but within five minutes of shushing command exchange a man in long over cizellated robes and a tall hat and all of this in purple had rushed down the stairs. He had brushed the soldiers aside and grabbed me by the arm. He had yelled at the guards with obvious furiousness telling them, how is that possible that such incompetent bunch can guard the palace. As soon as we had left the guards and got out of their hearing range he started to talk. It wasn’t his talk that I understood; it was his telepathic communication as a volunteer. He was the only one in Ur at the time, all the rest were scattered in different areas of the planet. He had needed another volunteer desperately, because the city has become stagnant and doom was inevitable. His influence over the city although had been at its fullest, but he had needed an adversary to create a whirl within the walls so evolution would start. I knew what he wanted me to do. My good karma would’ve lasted several lifetimes, so I had jumped on the opportunity. We didn’t have a plan, but we had both known what we’ve needed to do. It’s a good cop bad cop game volunteers sometimes play where human lives will be wasted by the thousands, to speed up evolution. This opportunity would’ve thrown me back in the wheel of karma for at least a dozen lives. I would act as the bad cop for Ur. Little I’ve known that forces unknown to both of us will interfere with our work. A technology unheard of had opened up a portal to a dimension which had brought in a new evolution, where I did not have to manipulate the wheel of Karma anymore, but just do my work or not whenever I wanted.
He had taken me through the cedar paneled and richly painted and decorated hallways. Everything smelled desirable and I went through the motions of Human love. All the chambers were dedicated for pleasure that had been combined with knowledge. In Sumer the high society didn’t just chased pleasure but had dedicated themselves to understand it. Pleasures haven’t been ratified as sin, but as a station in human evolution. No not sexual pleasures were presented in the chambers, although it had been put to the debate, but the volunteer had drove the subject into the sacredness of the bedrooms and commanded the deep study to be completed by contemplation.
I’ve never been drawn so strong to taste the depth of joy than on my walk through the silky and beautifully sculptured pathways. The volunteer had read my energy resonance and tugged me on my shoulder saying that it’s enough of the tasting; we have better things to do. Finally he had taken me to the workshop. No it wasn’t the size of the door that had surprised me, and it wasn’t the space of the workshop, but of the gate that was open there into another dimension. The door was small; I had to bow my head to enter. The space had reminded me of a cell. The walls were designed for space travel. The whole interior reminded me of the capsules we used to use to get to earth with our original bodies, to die and then to reincarnate as earth Humans. I asked him without words and he had answered me with words.” Egen esszel gyottem” He spoke a dialect I’ve only head on remote areas of the universe, but I understood it, because the language is designed to be understood no matter how it’s written or how it’s spoken. The sounds are designed to give the meaning no matter which sound you use. To write about this ancient language I’d have to give you a life in central Europe in a small country where the people still speak it and having no clue about the depth of their gift.
So this volunteer had built the city of Ur around his arrival capsule. This had given me the knowledge that he must have arrived at around one thousand years ago. The capsule had resonated a frequency which had been designed by spiritual technology. I’ve set on the familiar material. As he had closed the door hermetically we had jumped. I didn’t know about this technology. This had must been designed by the new generations.
The jump had taken us to a split consciousness state where we had played hundreds of different versions of ourselves in time space. We were trying to figure out what would be the best approach for the consciousness elevation of Ur. We had designed many things, new fashion, new technology new philosophies, new religions, new wars, new beauty ideals, new diseases, new Ur. When we had finished the 3867 years of work within five minutes, we were exhausted. He had gestured to follow him. I took a last look at the capsule and had a thought about the Human race. “How long will it take until we will reach this technology?” And then it had hit me. I’ve been one of Earth Humans now. I think of myself as we Earth humans. My assimilation was complete and I’ve understood that there’s no return for me into the Universe, I must complete my task to bring Humanity back to its knowing state.
We had sat quietly in the King’s chamber where a slow ceremony had taken place. Healers were trying to heal a pig, which had been stumped over by horses. This was a pleasure that today’s humans would hardly understand. Today in 11 11 2009 most humans think of pigs as food. It was no different in Sumer for many of the residents, not even for the king himself. What made the pig healing a pleasure in this dark candle lit chamber that the pleasure of understanding for lowly beings had been exercised at the moment. I’ve been introduced as a wealthy merchant from the north. The king had concentrated on the healing that had been performed by the volunteer trained healers. Sacred geometry was used to restructure the bones and a light technology had been designed into fast repairing molecules so the pig could be healed within hours. The energy in the room was tremendous, even with shut down brains the nobles could feel and respect this power. The healing had been carried out with a technology I’ve never seen before, but as I’ve studied with open senses I’ve learned it quick. I’ve thanked the volunteer but he didn’t respond. The game had begun. We had to shut down every communication channel, but the spoken language.
The king himself was a very tall being, a deity. He had collected thousands of years of ruling energy. To reach his place on that throne he went through many lifetimes of pain and understanding. He was pure Earth human wisdom and Understanding. It wasn’t his last rule, but it was certainly his first one of such high place. I’ve only met him once as a tribal chief in Caucasian China. He had always loved the people that he had ruled over. His face was like carved stone and his eyes were glowing with a fire that I still can’t understand until this day. He had seemed to be a man that knew more than us Volunteers, but it wasn’t the case. The fact that he Knew, that he had the Knowing itself made him more powerful in his knowledge then any of us: Volunteers. He was a man that you’ve wanted to be close to, to be sunk into his depth and wisdom, to rest. He had an effect of assurance and truth. He knew. I wondered which fallen Atlantian he must be, but wonder usually didn’t take me anywhere.
He had looked at me with those knowing eyes after the healing was subsided for the next day and made a connection. The chills were running through my spine, although I’ve been a leader myself many times, but I could’ve never achieved such high clarity and knowing of power as him. His look felt like a sword, dag right into my bones and had started to read my being. I had showed him the merchant of course, but as a small spark of confusion had appeared in his eyes, I’ve realized that he was subconsciously capable for more things then he knew. He had scanned all of my incarnations and this sudden subconscious knowledge confused him for a moment. At this moment I’ve put up my slimy merchant smile and bowed deeply before him. This had calmed this moment of confusion, and he was back of knowing the merchant that is hungry for more gold and business coming from his palace. I’ve laid out what I can deliver to him and for his kingdom from lands he had never heard of and this had completely chased the confusion away and had put me into a stereotype of a merchant with him. He was not easy to fool though. He had called me to more private audiences throughout the years of his rule then any of his wise or healers, or judges. And it wasn’t the wealth that I’ve brought to the city, but it was a mutual interest of the power we had carried. It could’ve never been called friendship of course, not while he was king in Ur.
I’ve spent 12 years in Ur and our plans were going well. We had brought the city to its full potential with the given circumstances and technology. Gold was flowing on the streets like fish in a fishing town. Perfume, food, clothing and all that you can imagine. The world of Ur was ready for war, for a resetting and that would’ve meant a consciousness elevation and bad karma credits for me.
Everything was settled. I’ve stirred a trade disturbance with the north, which had meant that gold could not be passed north and I’ve created hundreds of taxation check points where the northern areas were devastated by cutting their profits. The king had approved it since it had brought more treasure to his chambers. His experimentations were uniquely served. He could pay the most expensive teachers and scientists. Scribes had written down every moment of his important work. The people of Ur were rich now and their bellies were almost burst of good food. The women of Ur were walking in gold and silk, their scent had created pleasure and art. Beauty had prevailed over the large evil that had been prepared for them by two extraterrestrial being for their own benefit. I know that it sounds twisted, but in those days this was the only way volunteers knew how to elevate consciousness.
It wasn’t greed from the part of the king it was a simple misinforming of the effect that my taxation and restriction on gold import had caused. Him as a leader had never encountered with such powerful background operation, so none of his sharp senses could’ve detect the brewing death.
One day as I’ve walked through the markets with my servants behind me I’ve passed that window again which I’ve passed on my first day. Throughout my earth years I’ve been experimenting with Human emotions within the vessels I’ve incarnated in and their effects on my ever remembering memory. Many times I’ve experienced love and sexuality. I’ve lived fast in many lives depending on my genetic structure of the Human body. This body was a fragile one but very tougish. It did not desire lust or sexuality so when the aroma had hit my nose I was surprised by the awakening interest, but not desire about this soul. I knew that she is not for me to taste, but I knew that there is an invitation for another reason than sexuality.
I’ve signaled to my servants and their looks were more than confused and surprised as they had followed me into the house of lust. I did not know where her chambers were so I headed straight up to the roof. I knew that I’ll be served with hot tea and raw deserts. No one dared to talk to me all the women had jumped from my way; they had all known that I was the richest man in Ur after the king himself. They did not know how to start with someone like me and that had made my path easier.
The house had been renovated since the last I’ve visited it. It had been taken up three buildings of its past neighbors, thanks to the wealth that had been brought in to Ur. The sculptures and art work had been richer than in the king’s palace filled with spiritual experiments. This house had become a new kingdom of Ur, the kingdom of sensuality. The most beautiful women were sent here to enrich their families by exploiting their beauty. It had been an honor to serve the need of men in this house and not a shame as in other houses in Ur. It had become a sort of temple for sexual pleasures. I’ve been invited today for a reason into this house and I knew by whom, but I did not understand the invitation. I didn’t think that she understood it herself either. She was rich beyond belief and did not need my particular influence, she had her own connections to the king and it didn’t include me. The city had worked without me, all I had to do is to provide the city with the grease to move with the speed of light.
As I’ve reached the rooftop I’ve had the most spectacular view of Ur. The history of Earth Humans had rushed at me from that moment when I’ve arrived here. It had flushed before my eyes and I had to sit down. A feeling had seeped into me, which haven’t had happened with me for tens of thousands of years. A feeling that I didn’t understand. A sorrow for humankind, a sorrow for their suffering. Ur had extended into a hundred times bigger city since I’ve arrived here, this had added to the view for me. I’ve decided to call off the war. I was preparing for a telepathic connection with the volunteer, but then the Aroma had jumped at me again. As I’ve opened my eyes I’ve confronted her. She was looking right into the depth of my soul. She knew what was I’m planting to do. She had lifted her eyebrows and tilted her head. Just this little move had told thousands of tales about her seductive professional abilities. Her ear rings had tinkled with her necklaces in crescendo. How did she know that I was preparing for telepathic communication? I’ve scanned her to the bones, checking all of her incarnations, her lights and darks. Nothing outstanding had come up, but only this life. She had discovered spiritual realms through her sensuality and that had been put to use to hook her costumers forever to her space. She had read everything, was perfect in body language reading and could catch fractions of thoughts. She had glowing clean green eyes that were glowing like diamonds I’ve never seen. Her mouth had been full but in a moderate way. She had light brown hair with the same light eyebrows which had been colored with henna to be darker and more expressive. Her nose was clean cut and smart. Her jaw finely shaped although she was well in her forties I could not detect any sagginess or puffiness caused by the great tasting Bread baked in Ur as a new invention. Her body had been not perfect as the rest of the girls’. She was shorter than most, and were not perfectly rationed, which had made her to be desirable in a way that men had no idea why. I knew. It had been created in her brain and used around her body as an influence. It was like an ointment that had covered her existence. That was the aroma that had invited me in. An aroma created by her imagination with her pure magic. The light silk had been barely covering her body that made me feel relaxed. So this is what she had called me in for.
No it wasn’t. She had looked into my eyes transfixed. Those diamond green eyes had been studying my soul. I’ve revealed her my dark intents about Ur. She had felt the darkness and shivered. I had leaned back relaxed in the soft chair and had reached to drink my tee. She had stopped me in my movement by laying her hand on mine. She had shaken her head and looked at the cup, then back into my eyes. I understood that she has a potion prepared for me so I could relax and be more comfortable about her seductions. I’ve smiled and had lifted the cup to my lips and tiffed the whole content in. She had looked surprised. I’ve opened the knowledge up some more to her now through her own potion. As it ran through my body and aroused me I’ve converted the sexual desire into a channel between her mind and mine. We started to talk.
I’ve forgot about the war. I forgot about the other volunteer, about why I’ve come, but I was concentrating my full being on this female energy structure. We had started to work. I’ve never discovered the Dingir dimension before and I did not know that it had existed either. She had created a dimension which had been in existence for a while now, without the knowledge of any of the volunteers. The land of the Dingir had hid all of the souls of the courtesans that were used and mistreated by the Human disinterest about female power, but using the female power for pleasure. This hidden dimension was the land of the Dingir. She had created it with love and care. She was the mother the queen the princess of this world. She was an ambassador for all Dingirs between three dimension and Dingir dimension. The dimension of the Dingir had been presented throughout the earth planes and been stronger in dependence of where it had needed to re manifest itself for the mistreated to enter. The land of the Dingir had also evolved with humankind and it also exists in the 21th century. It had been rehabilitated and been expected as reality during the Celts’ rule throughout Europe.
I’ve ordered my servants to bring my traveling tent up onto the rooftop and tell all of my contacts not to bother me in any way. It was mid morning after a long night of exchange. Her dimension was completely revealed to me through innocent talk. She knew it and I knew it. I’ve bought and played for the house not to be disturbed while I was there. It had closed its doors in the first time in hundreds of years. Ilama-her name-had discovered knowledge she had never thought she could recognize. She was so receptive like the desert sand during a rainy season, which had accidentally reached its dunes after ten thousand years. Her energy body had expanded over the city and she had spread it into every home. Men and women that haven’t touched each other for decades had laid in bed like newly fired up lovers. Old man had desired their old women. Fighters become lovers.
I’ve spent 3 days with her without touching this exquisite treasure, or fulfilling my human desires, when I’ve heard the first shouts.
The war had arrived to the gates, and I’ve forgot about it.
The Army of the north was though and hungry for treasure. Strong men from all over the land even men from Ur had been eyeing the huge walls with its wealth behind it. The king of the north had a huge tent beyond rolls of soldiers, and his powerful energy had reached me. His war was with me not with Ur. He used the mercenaries’ greed to get to me. He did not know way he wanted me, although he had thought that it was hate, but I knew the real reason. He wanted the power that had caused this entire calamity.
The city had stopped breathing. People were mortified in their homes and did not know what to do. The fat army that had been overindulgently taken care of by the city had been in the state of panic. Solders were carrying their shields like bags of potato and their armor was too small for them... Their well shaven faces were fatty and puffed up, and they rather looked like a school boy who had just eaten his meal that his mommy prepared for him then real men.
The king had sent for me. We had wanted war with the other volunteer, but I’ve changed my mind. I had no idea how we will get out of the destruction of Ur and if we get out how will I gather bad karma credits… but I’ve rushed to the palace. My first stop wasn’t the king but the capsule. The volunteer had been waiting for me already. I’ve tossed my idea over to him. He had looked puzzled, but he understood, that by cancelling the war we will elevate the consciousness to an ever higher level. The news of Ur will duplicate cities just like it around the world and it will help to elevate the whole of the collective consciousness, and not only one particular soul group. We had to restructure everything and stop the war. Nothing had worked. In every dimension and timelines war had exploded. I set up and jolted out of the terminal.
I rushed out of the capsule straight to the king. While I was running I’ve opened up all telepathic communication channels with the most respected elders in Ur. This was a temporary opening which I was going to close when everything had stopped. I’ve downloaded to the Volunteer my solution and the response was positive. The corridors were quiet but my rushing heals made echoes. Chamber doors were opened and wise man had also rushed towards the king’s chamber. I’ve opened up a portal for the king himself too. His surprised look had been filled with strange energy. I did not confess my works to him and that I’ve created the army front of his gates, but I’ve sent him all the solution throughout this portal. He made me confirm it with words, because he did not trust the portal as real. He could not believe that something like this can exist. He had questioned me why haven’t I revealed my knowledge to him when I knew how desperately he was searching for magic like this. I’ve told him that it wasn’t his time yet as a ruler, but he had to test himself in hardships.
My lies were smooth as soap in a cold river so he had to believe me because of the short time frame we had. He had given me the permission to open up the portal to Dingir Ilama and her dimension. She had been in the palace with her desirable army in minutes. The king had been aroused and sent us out. He had to possess Dingir Ilama in that moment. Dingir Ilama’s courtesan army and all the wise man were standing from of the gigantic chamber’s double doors eyeing each other hungrily as Dingir Ilama and the king fulfilled their desires. 12 hours had passed in this waiting.
The king was a changed man. He looked now to be ahead of his time like a man from the 21th century. He knew more than any earth human on earth at this stage of his evolution. Dingir Ilama had stood up, her hair was unruly and her eyes were satisfied. Her field of seduction was reduced. I was surprised to see this. She had become the king and the king had become her. This transition had never been seen by me. The other volunteer was taken aback by it also. We had communicated on a closed down channel and agreed on the fact that Earth Humans will be a more powerful planetary society then any system in the multiverse.
Dingir Ilama had opened up the gates of her Dingir dimension. All her girls had seeped through the gates and understood her command. It was her chance to be recognized as worthy human beings for a worthy human cause. The city of Ur had been awakened for this fight. No blood had been drawn by any sword that night. Dingir Ilama had walked through the streets of Ur with her girls of three dimensional realities. Her other girls from Dingir dimension had appeared in every enemy soldier’s dream and had used their unsatisfied male energies to be attracted to them and drew their seeds multiple times in their sleep. This warfare is used only by psychics and witches, and had been practiced by Dingir Ilama ever since -on men with unbalanced male and female energies-. This is their fight against men to discover their dimension. If a man gets too close to Dingir, or fairy or tunder land he will be confronted with the most beautiful and most desirable Dingirs to stop him in his progress and take all his three dimensional powers away by the next morning.
Dingir Ilama safely ventured through the tents and when she had reached the enemy kings’ tent she had opened up all of her knowledge of desire.
The next morning Ur’s army had encircled the northern army with no fear in their eyes.
As each soldier from the north had awakened in a groggy, enervated state, they were already giving up fighting. The northern king’s tent had also opened up and a king with black circles around his eyes walked out. He had seen the destruction of his people. Dingir Ilama had showed it to him, through their overheated lechery. He had ordered his soldiers to put their weapons down but had sent a message to the King of Ur.
He didn’t ask for gold or wealth to give Dingir Ilama back to Ur, but he had asked for me as a ransom.
The king was in a gigantic dilemma. He wanted me and knowledge that I could provide him, but he had also wanted to honor Dingir Ilama and her girls. He had to make a choice by sundown. And he had made his choice.
I’ve stayed and Dingir Ilama has become a statue and Goddess and her house a temple.
I’ve met her again in 2000 AD. She had lost all of her seductiveness, she had only reincarnated to see me and see me through my transition to become immortal in my Body. But its and other story.
I’ve realized that I don’t have to collect bad karma credits anymore. Humans were more capable to open up dimensions than any of the volunteers had thought. The news of the victory and wealth of Ur had spread fast. Small cities had popped up around the globe in the hope of soul groups to copy Ur. The effort to recreate Ur had stayed with us with the ancient language as urban lifestyle. Ur-ban means In Ur; it’s one of the only Sumerian words that had stayed with humankind throughout the thousands of years.
Since my Ur-ban life I’ve decided to teach powerful souls so they would spread the news of other dimensions and I can search for more of them, hidden within earth’s atmosphere patiently waiting to be awakened.