4000 BC
Cush was an old man. He was one of those of renown. He was a great man of valor, a man who always left his mark. In fact, he was marked: some said cursed, others blessed. He was the first of a new alliance, a new breed. He was the first of the rebellious ones. He was the son of Canaan,the son of Ham who was the son of Noah, the man of Elyon. This man of antiquity had heard it all. “He was marked of Elyon!” “He was cursed to evil!” “He was chosen for greatness!” Before his eyes would dim, Cush would have seen it all also.It had been a day that seemed to blast through the gloom and doom that had always surrounded this patriarch’s life. Now, he held up in front of his enlightened eyes the treasure that could guarantee his continued posterity long after he and his wretched curse were buried under centuries of prehistoric Earth. Cush had a daughter, but the old man needed a son! He had to pass on his heritage and the development of his people to a male child.

For the past 15 years Cush had never been allowed a heritage, for Elyon had determined to break the existence of the seed of Caanan, to wipe it from the Earth. The curse of the grandfather had marked him for life! Cush simply decided to reject the God who had allowed Cush’s life to be marked by pain and barrenness so that he determined to make a pact with the wicked one. Why would Cush commune with a God that intended to snuff out any vestige or proof that Cush and his seed had ever existed on the
Earth? The eyes of Elyon had looked down the tunnels of time and
saw the great adversary coming from the line of Caanan and intended to cut it out! Cush turned his eyes off of Elyon and communed with the evil one, the Serpent, the Liar, the Fallen Cherub. Cush promised Lucia, the Son of the Morning Star, that if he would give Cush his heritage then his seed would follow him forever.

Lucia looked at Cush with compassion. “I served this God. He treated me as a rejected branch!” The fallen Watcher stated.
“It was He who made maggots to spread out continually beneath me.
It was He who covered me with worms. It was not the real me, for wasn’t I full of glory and music? With my harps, oh the music I could play!” Lucia closed his eyes and seemed to bask in the thought of a past day when he ruled the land that was ripped from him and given to Adam, that weak creature. He opened his eyes with a bit of sorrow and rage spread through them.

“This Earth belongs to me! I built it, I ruled it and it is mine and I shall have it again! I was the Guardian Cherub! I was above all, the most glorious of them all. He just made me too perfect, too close to himself so that I was a risk, a possible drop of oil to His holy water! I was the model of perfection; perfect in wisdom and beauty! I was in Eden, the garden of Elyon! I was adorned with every precious stone. In my wings were embedded the Ruby, the Topaz, Emeralds, Jasper, Turquoise and Beryl. My joints and my entire frame were made of pure gold. I was blameless
in every way until one day, that one day, wickedness was found in me! I was a threat to Jehovah! My great trade and authority was declared to be that of violence and evil, that of a God. So, He drove me out of the Garden! In disregard for my pride, Jehovah disgracefully cast His Guardian Cherub out of the garden and into the world that both hated and loved me. Those who served me then serve me today and I will take back my kingdom! The slightest doubt in Elyon and he cast me down! He knew that I wanted to eat of the Tree of Life and be like Elyon himself. It was the only thing that was lacking! Then He banished me, but I must
again enter in!”

Cush was transfixed on the image of the fallen Cherub and listened to the evil fallen beast.

“You shall be the bearer of my seed, my disciple! The Lord has allowed me to decree this, I shall return to the Earth! I shall rule from my realm! I shall defeat the…I shall destroy the most….” The fallen cherub could not finish the curses he wanted to declare against Jehovah!

“I declare that from this day to the 666th generation of your seed, my servant Cush and your son, born of his sister shall be worshiped as the Great Father of the Prince that should come.”
The seed of Cush’s son would ultimately produce the one who would
fight the final battle with Elyon. Cush understood his Master’s words and in that very night he entered his daughter’s room. It was a sin, the first of its kind.

In spite of the months of rumors of the abnormal and immoral thing in his daughter’s womb, the birth of his son seemed like the end of the strife of his outward difference. “She was a child! How could a child be with child?” people wondered. It was the continuation of the curse on Caanan and the people feared it. Some wanted to take the girl and cut the evil thing out of her. It was in league with the fallen one who had ruled the Earth before the great void created when Lucia had tumbled out of favor
and out of the garden of Elyon. Cush feared no man! He was the great father and none would oppose him but they could still talk. Cush just let them talk. This was his salvation, his redemption!
The contractions from the womb of Cush’s daughter and mother of
his child came hard; his son came out fighting all the way! As soon as the child was out, Cush ran over and snatched the male child from her hands and raised high the fruit of his loins.

Aliah, the child’s mother, lay convulsing on the soil which bore the stains of the gushing well of blood and afterbirth which was the result of the birth of this warrior. The manner in which he had torn his mother on the way out seemed to say that the infant had tasted the rage of his father while in the birth canal. The
people in the village on the night of the child’s birth had feared what it would be like. Would the curse of Elyon fall upon them? It was a curse placed upon the seed of Ham by the master builder and patriarch Noah himself. Cush looked over at his 15-year-old daughter and decided the woman could wait. To Cush, for all he cared she could just die in peace with joy in her heart because she had born a king! He was the forerunner of a great people and the rebellious seed that would bring forth the Son of Lucia. But she intended to serve her purpose, and would live out her usefulness in making her son the son he should be. She had born him a rebellious heritage against the God who had cursed him! The wholly new person who was both her son and her brother would give out the truth of the Master and would be the father of a great people! Cush took the newborn, still wet child into the palms of his hands. The sight of his son brought back to mind the vow, which Cush had invoked as he defiled his daughter.

“He shall redeem my shame! He shall repossess my pride! He shall
overtake the power! He shall rise up against the Most High! He shall be rebellion!”Now, Cush looked down at the boy in his hands. The screaming voice, the heaving chest tantalized the father. The child was not black. The child was not white. In fact, he seemed to be the perfect blend of both. Cush recognized that this man would one day give the world back to the Master. Cush brought the child up close to his face. “Scream my boy! Yell! Cry out and release the bitter heritage of my pain! You shall avenge me! You shall be my redemption! You shall be rebellion against the most high. Cursed be Canaan?!”

Suddenly, Cush thrust his son high above into the air.

“His name shall be Nimrod! The one who rebels!”

It was the perfect expression of what Cush held in his heart for his Creator. He was cursed! Though Cush had never lifted a finger to oppose the Lord, Elyon had cursed him because of his father’s sin. Through the examples of pain, through telling his son Nimrod of the hurt, sorrow and rejection because of an unjustified mark that had made Cush’s life forever one of disdain and fear, the history and all the things recounted to Nimrod, Cush made the boy bitter and defiant. He instilled a steel-like burning, a craving inside the heart of Nimrod.

“You are the Lord of Lords, my son!”

It was all for Nimrod’s good! The oft-repeated legends of the heritage of his great-grandfather, the expressions of horror and pain had to be stopped. The curse’s inscription on the son of Ham had created an all-consuming anger that exuded out of Cush’s mouth throughout Nimrod’s childhood. The curse of Noah because of the drunken orgy of his son, Ham, and his immoral behavior towards his own father had caused Nimrod to abandon the heritage of seeking unjust Elyon’s favor and he decided to change his own heritage. It would be his mother’s heritage he would claim. It was his sister and mother who would be next to him. His father’s pain and shame would come to an end because Nimrod would abandon Elyon and forge together a people who, by their sheer anger and
power, would seek to thwart the deeds of the Most High.

These lessons from Nimrod’s embittered father were nothing less
than a battle plan. Cush had only one goal in all of the lessons of darkness he instilled in Nimrod. They were to instill the needed traits of brute force and the rebellion in Nimrod’s heart. He would simply pass on a heritage that Cush felt would be far better forgotten than recollected. Yet, myths of a different sort grew around Nimrod. The truth of who his mother was had spread very quickly. All during the years of his childhood, other
children and adults said nothing, but Nimrod knew that they knew
something he did not. His mother would never speak of it and Nimrod knew that she bore the shame of it all. Yet she was his mother! She was the one who screamed out in pain and who was left for dead at his birth. She had simply refused to die. Two hours after Nimrod’s birth, Aliah, the daughter of Cush, had refused to give up her son. She had been forced to become the mother of
the seed of Satan. But she loved Nimrod and intended to live to protect him. Nimrod’s cunning and strength and skill in field impressed Cush. It frightened Aliah.

The dark skinned Nimrod had grown into a man of the people, a builder and a great hunter and it was written in the records of Nimrod, King of Babylon and the land of Shinar that he grew to be a mighty warrior on the Earth. It was not always wild beasts that Nimrod was hunting, but also men. Having hunted them he would enslave them and place their children and wives in his harems and in his palace of the lambs; those who were made ready at all times to serve as an offering to the Master. He had a tyrannical hold over them and all this was done in direct opposition to the Lord. It has also been stated that Nimrod had tamed a leopard to accompany him on his hunts for animals and humans,just as people today use dogs for this purpose.

From Shinar he built great fortifications like, Babylon, Erech, Akkad and Calneh. Each was a great center of knowledge and great practitioners of the myth. Nimrod would ultimately march his army as far as Assyria. He conducted great building projects in the cities he established. He built Nineveh, Rehoboth Ir, Calah and Resen. All of these centers took the story of Nimrod and his mother and weaved it into a great myth that he was sent from Elyon and that his mother had conceived him from Lucia, the Master and fallen possessor of the Garden himself! The great Mother/Son myth grew and became great in the Earth. Twenty-five years of pain and shame along with a keen and cunning intellect had helped to forge the people of Cush into a force; a force empowered by a yearning to find their redemption and by the sheer weight of their numbers. The Canaanite clans were vast in number and massive in manpower.

It was Nimrod who forged them into an army that was feared on the
Earth. Nimrod gathered all of his army for the massive move to the place where the two rivers converged. The master intended to take back what was his! He needed to get to the tree! He had to be allowed to enter in! Only that could ensure the continuation of the accord between Nimrod’s father Cush and Lucia.

Gathered together, the forces had come from far and wide throughout Caanan. The borders of the lands that Nimrod ruled were vast. They reached from Sidon in the East, named after Canaan’s first son to the land of the Hittites, which was a great Caananite center of wealth and knowledge. From there they came to meet Nimrod from Gerar, as far way as Gaza and then from Sodom, Gomorrah, Admah, and Zeboiim in the West. The groups gathered together to accomplish the Master’s desire were from many Caananite tribes and nations in the seed of Nimrod. The Hittites, Jebusites, Amorites, Gergashites, Hivites, Arkites, Sinites, Arvadites, Zemarites and Hamathites all met at the foot of the great Mountain of Elyon. As they prepared for the journey that their king had commanded, Nimrod came out to great his massive mountain of people standing out in front of him. As Nimrod looked out over the mass of people as far as his eyes could see he could see whole families who had chosen to make the journey with their Prince and man/god who was concieved of his sister. When Nimrod showed his face to the people, they all stood and roared in approval, clapping their hands, rocks, and metal pans. The sound was like a great clap of thunder that exploded when the people saw their idolized king. Nimrod looked down and saw his five younger brothers. They were crawling up the stairs to his pedestal for his blessing. Nimrod looked down at his half brothers all born after him, Seba, Havilah, Sabtah, Raamah and Sabteca. They had nothing with him. They had scorned him and shunned him in his youth, though he was the oldest. Now they begged him for mercy and acknowledgment of their kin. They were made to be his servants of the hunt. Nimrod was a hunter of great renown and it was his brothers who prepared the hunt. Over the
years, they had all grown close and now his own blood had become his five greatest advocates. They had actually begun to worship him. Nimrod walked over to his brothers and lifted them up.

“My children come to me and I will bless you!”

Suddenly a beautiful unclad woman walked out from behind
Nimrod’s throne and held a statue of a young woman with her male child seated on her leg. The woman walked over to Nimrod and bowed down to him and began to caress Nimrods feet. She touched Nimrod and kissed his legs, caressed his penis and held his testicles in her hand.

“You are the first of the generations, my Lord!”

She stroked him and he received pleasure and groaned as he shared his seed with her. Semiramis, the wife of Nimrod and the High Priestess of the Mother/Son cult, turned to the people. In the palm of her hand she held the seed of the one who would bring down Elyon and restore the Master to His prominent place. She held her hand high in the air and the people cried out,

“Praise to the Master!”

Semiramis, the High Priestess, brought down her hand and started
smearing Nimrod’s seed all over her body.

“As his seed covers me, so shall his seed cover the Earth! This is a war that brings us into the master’s pain and we shall enter in!”

Nimrod walked over to his High Priestess wife and grabbed her by the throat and brought her mouth up to his and kissed her. He then threw her to the floor and she fell hard and loud. The reaction of the people was a hushed gasp. They knew not to speak in his presence unless requested to do so. This demonstration of the rejection of Elyon as the creator was the first time that an organized effort to leave the God who made them for a created being had been conducted. The High Priestess got on her knees and crawled backwards off of the pedestal. Nimrod stretched out his arms and made his fingers into the face of the Master by lowering his second and third fingers and showing the palm and the face and two horns of the Master. Total silence broke forth throughout the horded mass of people. Nimrod looked over the great sea of humanity stretched out before him. The fertile ground out in front of the Mountain of Elyon where Nimrod’s Great Grandfather had landed after the great flood was covered with a blanket of Caananites ready to obey their divine king. Nimrod looked
over to the Mountain of Elyon and could see that the mass of people stretched halfway up to the mountain, close to the forbidden zone. The moment, the greatness and the power all took his cursed genes and set them on fire!

“My people, I have not broken my word to you! My father is here. He cannot see, but he feels the power, the power of my hand!” Nimrod pointed to his heart.

“My real father is here! I have committed myself and my seed after me to the retaking of the Master’s heritage. And my Mother!”

The people began to roar.

“Blessed is the whore that bore me! My mother bore this man,”
Nimrod shouted pointing to himself, “She bore your king to make the evil of this creator go away forever!”

The mass of people began to praise the Mother of God and the Son
she bore. Nimrod’s brother Ramah brought a cage over to him. Nimrod grabbed a chicken by the throat and began to shake it and broke its neck.

“I will take this small Elyon by his holy throat and shake my heritage out of him! Now! We shall descend to this valley.”
Nimrod raised his fist to the sky.

“We shall enter in!”

Nimrod mounted a white horse. Slowly, followed by more than one
million men, women and children, Nimrod led this mass of rebellious flesh down the valley to the place where the Tigris and Euphrates rivers joined together. The journey from the mountain of Noah would take the great numerous clans of Canaanites months and they crossed the mountains to the great plains of Basra. Nimrod’s presence was felt in all the nations that he traversed. He built cities in his wake. He instituted his faith there, and his divine birth was proclaimed everywhere; he was renowned. He and his moving mountain of people went around the Great Salt Lake in the Eastern part of Asia Minor. They continued south and built the great walled city of Diarbakir, which would prove to be one of the oldest walled cities to the present day. Thus was the manner in which evil had entered the land. Nimrod’s rebellion against Jehovah filled the hearts of men. The war of good and evil had become a question of worshiping the one true Elyon or embracing the faith of the Mother/Son and fight for Nimrod.

The journey would prove hard and painful. Several thousand had died in the process. Those who’d had the audacity to perish along the way were burned as sacrifices to the Master. Now, over the horizon, in the valley below them, lay the green, rich lands of the marshes of Basra and the place where the two rivers converged. It was lush with growth and the deepest in rich colors and beauty. The fields that were along the area where the two rivers converged were full of high grass and periodic fields of water. Right at the point where the two rivers met was an area with trees, high vegetation and it shined brightly with lush, green beauty.

“Father, it is there, just over the horizon!” Nimrod pointed far off to the south in the valley that layout before them. He lifted his father’s head from his bed, but it was to no avail.

“My son, my eyes have left me, but I do feel your assurance!”

“My father, I have kept my word to you and to the Master. We have
returned to the palace of our Master.”

A warrior marched up to Nimrod.

“Lord Nimrod, the warriors are assembled and the horses are
prepared.”

“Very well, gather the people together.”

Nimrod had already led his people from afar. He had already tantalized their reprobate hearts with the promise of reclaiming the palace of the Master. Nimrod, his father and a people too numerous to be counted had come from as far away as modern day Northern Turkey all the way to the southern portion of modern Iraq near the present day city of Basra. Nimrod could still remember the day he had set off from the foot of the mountain of his great, great grandfather, Noah. He remembered the place
where the patriarch had descended from the arch after being driven away from the place of creation. He was resolved in his determination to propel himself back if even by force. He was, after all, named “rebellion!”

A great marsh lay outstretched before them. They all walked deliberately through the waist-high water until they arrived at a great field of green. Directly in front of them, a jungle-like rain forest came into view. Flowing to their right was a great river, which flowed into the center of the thick, green forest. To their left was another river, which seemed to cross the other in the center of this garden-like forest. Nimrod raised his right hand. The people stopped. He dismounted his horse and walked out toward the green forest where the two rivers seemed to meet. Carefully, he peered through a strange hazy type of air like a dense fog surrounding the place where a fully blossomed tree stood.

“This is it, Father!” Nimrod shouted back. “I have found the Tree of Life. We shall eat of it and never die!”

As he attempted to take a step into the forest, the thick fog seemed to gather and formed into the image of a warrior angel.

“You shall never enter in until the appointed day, says the Lord!” the angel proclaimed, brandishing his sword.

“Who is the Lord that I should listen to him?” questioned Nimrod. “I do not know him! I should like to meet him that I might chew him up!”

The Angel keeper of the garden of Elyon responded, “You shall never eat of this tree, lest you eat of it and never die, being as Elyon.”

Nimrod drew his sword and swung it toward the angelic figure.
Moving as quickly as light, the angel lunged forward at Nimrod, grasped him by his throat, and threw Nimrod to the ground.

“You are but a man and, henceforth, you shall bear the mark of man!”

Taking its sword, the angel sliced Nimrod’s right eye so that it became darkened. Nimrod cried out and sought to wrestle with the angel of Elyon.

“I desire my heritage!” Nimrod cried out.

“No! You desire what can never be yours! You are of cursed blood
above all of man!” declared the Angel.

“I defy the Most High!” screamed out Nimrod.

The Angel spread its wings and projected its sword toward Nimrod.

“Be that, as you will it. Your master sought to bring about such
defiance and lost his lofty place. Ask your master about Lucia’s flood! He shall not again enter in!”

The angel brought Nimrod’s face squarely up to its eyes. “You shall brutalize the chosen of Elyon! You shall cause the Earth to tremble and the kings of the Earth to cover their eyes in astonishment; but you, you shall never enter in!”

Nimrod reached into his belt and brought forth a sharpened object. He clasped onto it and aimed it at the angel’s back. As he brought it forward, the angel disappeared. The rebellious one realized that he could no longer see out of his right eye. He rose to his feet and looked back at his people. They had seen nothing of what he had just endured. When he finally came out of the green forest, a soldier cried out,

“Lord Nimrod, your eye! It is…” “Come quickly! It’s your father!” screamed another guard.

“Father! Father! We must regroup. We must…”

Cush was dead. The soldier saw Nimrod’s eye and the darkness that surrounded it and prostrated himself to the Earth and begged to ask,

“Lord Nimrod, what has happened to you? Your eye is…”

"Leave me!" Nimrod shouted. “All of you! Leave me here with my
father!”

The people stared at Nimrod as though they had just realized that he could bleed or were amazed to understand for the first time that he was actually a man.

“GO! I said! I want to be alone!” Nimrod fell on his face to the ground. “I curse the Most High! I shall rise up! I shall avenge my blood!”...