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In a world that hath not been created.

                                           And leaving the Universe of Matter,

                                        The madness, of Evil and the Great Deceit,

                                          Those who returneth singing in chorus

                                           The feats of Nimrod, «the Defeated»!






                      Now  I’ll continue with  the  narration. The tree  of Enlil possessed spaced and straight
               branches, which were really enormous thorns, in such manner that it was possible to climb by
               them as a giant ladder. This was exactly what the brave Kassites did, preparing themselves to
               ascend  through  the  tree  and  siege  «the  Gates  of  Heaven».  Once  General  Ninurta  and  fifty
               warriors had climbed enough they realized that they were before the entrance of a cavern, or an
               image thereof. They jumped audaciously from the tree, without knowing if they could set foot
               in the mysterious world in which they were entering by the «Gates of Heaven», and they found
               themselves in a clearly rocky floor. Some of them turned to look and they saw the tree fading
               away  in  the  unfathomable  heights;  and  also  in  the  edge  of  an  abyss,  by  which  was
               distinguished, many feet away: the roof of the turret from where merged the enormous trunk;
               the Ziggurat; the people of the population gathered around it; and the walled perimeter of the
               city of Borsippa. Contrasting with the intense exterior light, where was still midday, a soft half-
               light reigned in such site. However existed  enough  light as to distinguish the  details of the
               sinister cavern: seven echelons of stone were seen and, since the last, a catwalk fading away in
               the distance. But over the entrance, following the curve of its arch, were nailed seven triangular
               pennants. All of them with the same legend but in different idioms. In their own language they
               could read:


                                           Do not dare to cross this threshold

                                           If ye have not died to passions before

                                            And the temptations of the World.

                                            Here only one cometh to be reborn


                                           As Initiates in the White Fraternity,

                                               But to geteth such privilege

                                                It is necessary to die first.

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