The winning name was drawn from a batch of over 6200 names from all over the Facebook world.
Everyone who either a) shared The God Key’s Facebook page with their friends OR b) bought a copy of the book from Amazon was automatically entered in the drawing. Naturally, those who spring for the book got two (2) entries for each book purchased, and one (1) entry for each time he or she shared the book’s Facebook page with friends. The result?
6,207 entries in just the past three weeks. That’s a LOTTA shares and a LOTTA books bought. Indeed, it’s A Whole Lotta Love (apologies to Led Zeppelin). The result?
ONE WINNING NAME WAS DRAWN AT THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT, Friday, 12-21-2012 (with that many slips of paper, we had to abandon the hat or turban idea and used a USPS shipping box instead). And the winner is…(drum roll, please)
… Mr. Naren Sai, of Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India!
Congratulations, Naren! Look for your Koummya dagger in two to four weeks, depending on holiday mail traffic (here in the U.S., this is THE busiest time of year for the post office, so please be patient). Believe me, it’ll be worth the wait.
I enjoyed this contest so much, I think we simply have to hold another. THIS time, though, it’ll be a dagger featured in Book II: Tribulations, which is set in Latin America. We have a TON of very cool weapons to choose from in this region, including a few of my own (like the koummya, which is a 50+ year-old antique). I’ve a few Mexican and other Latin American relics in my collection that would have the average knife-collector drooling, including:
Only a few of these are newer than 1965. Most are antiques. Some are even fairly valuable. But, like the antique 16-inch Koummya awarded to Mr. Naren Sai, all are eligible. I don’t mind giving them away, one at a time. Hey, if it increases the sales of my books, who am I to complain, right?
Right. So . . . onward and upward. Here are just a few of the Latin American and Mexican blades I have for the next contest:
All right, so I couldn’t choose just ONE. All the knives at left (and, yes, yes, my Mexican Bowies, too) will be eligible for the Book II drawing. I have to limit the selection just my relevant bowie knives (about 10-12) and my machetes from the region (3-4). After that, we’re looking at Book III: Armageddon Outta Here . . .
Congratulations, again, to Naren Sai, on winning our first Dagger Drawing, and let’s set our caps forward for Book II: Tribulation.
Yours in Apocalypse Gravy,
Best wishes, sincere thanks and good will to all.
And to all, Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!!!
Please take a minute to send your prayers and positive thoughts out to Philip Coppens, who’s currently at UCLA Medical Center. Phil is one of the most courageous, intelligent and eloquent proponents of Ancient Alien theory on the planet. We need his voice and his views. And remember, a prayer sent out for someone else will cover a multitude of one’s own sins.
Leave him a message of encouragement at http://www.philipcoppens.com/
Yeah, yeah so the much ballyhooed 21st of December is next Friday. So what? What’s all the rumpus, anyway?
Nothing much, really. NASA scientists say we have nothing to fear: no “supermassive black hole” is going to suck us into the cosmic vacuum bag. The world isn’t about to flip on its axis and dump us all into oblivion. And the dreaded End of Days is just another Schwarzenegger movie.
All undoubtedly, probably, logically true. But….what if?
What if the scientists are wrong? It’s happened before. Plenty of times. What if officialdom is a bit too eager to poo-poo notions of a looming Apocalypse? What’s the worst that could happen?
Johnny Maestro? A remake of “Call Me Maybe?” Or another season of “Honey Boo Boo?”
Nothing so alarming, friends. Sanity will prevail, the earth will retain its rightful tilt, axis and rotation as it continues its orbit around the sun. Sure, there may be some particularly playful solar flares and meteor showers (thanks, Gemenid) this go round, but nothing apocalyptic. The Maya certainly didn’t think so.
So, go ahead and throw a little Doomsday party on the 21st, or dress up like Kukulkan (just in case he does return) and prepare yourself for more of the same nail-biting, hysterical hoopla that surrounded Y2K (Remember that? When all computers were supposed to glitch out on New Year’s 2000 because of the two-digit year code, resulting in planes tumbling from the sky, power grid outages and yet another “hanging chad” count in the Florida election returns?)
Again, nothing so alarming. I promise. Honest Injun.
(and, no, I’m not a lawyer, a politician or a used-car salesman; I’m just another ink-stained wretch pecking away in the hinterlands).
And on THAT you have my word.
Dec. 8th is one of the darkest days on my calender each year, and has been since 1980. It was that night, while watching the old Monday Night Football (w/Dandy Don Meredith, Frank Gifford and Howard Cosell), when I first learned of John Lennon’s murder. That was 32 years ago tonight. And, like Mike Meyers and his family, we’re still in mourning.
Last time, we posed Pop up Question #5: What were the Sumerian names for the Ultimate High God & Goddess — those who reigned above in the heavens, directing their sons Enki and Enlil down on earth?
Answer: Anu (father) and Antu, or Anatu (mother). These were the Uber-gods, who only rarely came to our planet, preferring not to dirty their hands with the Anunnaki mining operations or, especially, their slave creation, “the Adapu,” or “Adam.”
According to the Sumerian Creation Epic (5500 BCE), the Anunnaki created Man as slave labor to help them mine the earth’s precious metals, particularly gold. It’s no coincidence that the word “worship” in ancient Sumerian actually translates to “work for.”
Man (the Adapu), you see, worshipped his gods (the Anunnaki). He “worked for” them. But all good things must come to an end, and nowadays, of course, Man “works for” the IRS.
On to Extra Credit Quiz we Twittered on Tweet (or Tweeted on Twitter….or whatever). “According to the Sumerians, Adam is to Eve as Anu is to ________?” (Should be a gimme now).
Drum roll, maestro, if you please….? And the Answer is……
……. Antu, the Goddess!
And that, my friends, is no coincidence.
But more on sibling rivalries among the gods and goddesses, their relationship as slaves to the IRS and Man’s role in all this next time.
Hi, all! Hope this December 1 finds you counting the days till — not Christmas, but — the 21st! When dead toads will rain from the skies, along with Mayan Quetzlcoatls, Kukulfran & Ollie and a host of other nefandous, otherworldly things. Until then, however, our pop up series MUST continue:
Yesterday, I asked “Q #4: What ancient artifact survives proving Sumerians visited South America’s inland areas as many as 5,500 years ago?”
And, as I’d stated, ’tis true: the artifact exists. I actually gave its name several posts ago. It’s up to you, my Intrepid Readers, to find the answer.
Hint: It is the great, or magnificent, power source.
To my astonishment, it turns out that a lot of you paid much more attention to the earlier posts than I’d imagined. Many of you hit the proverbial nail smack on its pointy little head: the artifact is indeed the “Fuente Magna.”
The name’s interpretation in English is “great” or “magnificent power”, or even prophecy, source. This is because the Magna is an offertory bowl, designed to be offered to the goddess Nia, also identified as the Mideastern goddess Anat. More importantly, it’s covered inside with both ancient (pre 5500 BCE) Sumerian pictographs and the later Sumerian cuneiform script. This, by the way, in BOLIVIA, all the way around on the other side of the world from Sumer.
Now for Pop up Question #5: What were the Sumerian names for the Ultimate High God & Goddess — those who reigned above in the heavens, directing their sons Enki and Enlil down on earth?
Hint: the Fuente Magna isn’t called “Magna” for nothing.
Don’t forget to get your copy of The God Key on Kindle. It’s much, much cheaper than the paperback novel, easy to trade, share or delete. Of course, the latter action will result in a visit from the Nephilim, but that’s OK: they’re too big to fit into your door.