I often think of myths as riddles whispered across time—their meanings not always obvious, but their wisdom hidden in plain sight. They may appear as old stories, but they speak of universal struggles, waiting for us to pause, reflect, and see their relevance in our lives today.
Take, for instance, the story of the Igigi in the Atrahasis Epic, a tale from ancient Mesopotamia. For 3,600 years, these divine beings labored—digging canals, moving earth, shaping the very bones of the land. They weren’t seeking gold, nor chasing riches; they were reshaping the Earth itself. Theirs was a sacred task of metamorphosis—turning wilderness into order, chaos into civilization.
It’s a profound lesson: even gods must work. Even the celestial beings, with all their might, were not exempt from labor. They dug the waterways, heaped the earth, and laid the foundations of life.
But what happens when work becomes endless? When the sacred act of building is reduced to toil without meaning?
The Igigi, weary from their burdens, finally reached their limit. They set fire to their tools, surrounded the house of Enlil—their overseer—and demanded an end to their suffering. It wasn’t a symbolic act. It was a rebellion, fierce and direct.
And what did the gods do? They didn’t end the system—they replaced the laborers. The Anunnaki took the life force of a god named Geshtu-e—whose name means ear or wisdom—and mixed it with clay to create humans:
“Mix clay with his flesh and blood… Let a ghost [etemmu] come into existence from the god’s flesh.”
This ghost—the etemmu—wasn’t a soul in the modern sense, but a fragment, a spark, a shadow of divine essence trapped in earthly form. Humans were not born, they were fashioned—a solution to a cosmic labor problem, crafted not to flourish, but to function.
This story is more than a tale of ancient rebellion. It feels like a mirror for our own times:
🌿 How often do we find ourselves caught in systems that demand our labor but not our spirit?
🌿 Are we, like the Igigi, trapped in cycles of work without reflection, our lives shaped by forces beyond our control?
🌿 And most importantly: Are we more than our labor?
The word etemmu, often translated as ghost or spirit, speaks of something fragmented, an echo of something larger. It reminds me of T.S. Eliot’s words in The Hollow Men:
“Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion.”
Or the wisdom of Khalil Gibran, who wrote:
“Work is love made visible.”
Are we merely functioning bodies, or do we carry within us a spark of something greater—a trace of the divine, the wisdom of ancestors, a whisper of the cosmos itself?
This is why I find myself drawn to healing practices: they help us remember. Whether it’s Tarot readings, crystal healing sessions, Feng Shui adjustments, or energy balancing—each practice is a way to pause, to listen, and to realign with what lies beneath the surface. It’s not about superstition or magic; it’s about reclaiming our agency, restoring harmony, and learning to trust the hidden threads that connect us to the past, to each other, and to the universe.
Even ancient traditions like Feng Shui remind us that small shifts can have profound effects. This year, for example, the illness star is said to reside in the center of the home. I’ve noticed many around me facing health challenges, and I always remind them—just in case—that placing a piece of metal in the center of the house may help. It’s a symbolic act, of course, but symbols have power when we give them meaning.
So the next time you encounter an old myth or a story that seems distant, pause for a moment. Ask yourself:
🌿 What wisdom might it hold for me today?
🌿 How can I see my own struggles reflected in these ancient tales?
🌿 And how can I turn that reflection into healing, for myself and those I love?
These are the questions I hold in my heart as I continue my own journey—through learning, through teaching, and through offering my services as a guide in Tarot, Crystal Healing, Feng Shui, and Energy Work.
Let’s keep learning together. Let’s remember the riddles, the whispers, the echoes.