The Sign of the Annual Death of the Sun
Gilgamesh…Sumerian king of Uruk…lusts after women as no other
before and since ever lusted. He also quests for immortality. He
searches far and wide…and in his search…he has to pass through
the caves under Mount Mashu. Alas…the chaos-hag Tiamat guards the
caves with Scorpion-men–symbols of the setting sun…the onset of
winter…and the dark cold night.
Set…cruel and violent red-haired god…tears himself prematurely
from his mother’s womb in his impatience to be born. He personifies
the barren desert. His wife-- Nepthys–is childless…till she seduces
Osiris and bears him a son. Set kills Osiris in the month of
Athyr–while the sun is in Scorpio…hacking him into fourteen pieces.
No problem here folks. Isis puts Osiris together again…unlike Humpty
Dumpty…and they couple…and have a child named Horus. Set is
incensed and so sends a Scorpion–symbol of the annual death of the
sun–to kill Horus. Horus dies and revives…and then castrates Set.
And so it goes in world of gods.
The land is hot. A small arachnid scurries across the sands. He
carries the finality of life in his tail. He has no loyalty–even to
his relatives. He spies a victim. He pounces…and stings…and eats
his cousin the spider. Treacherous as the serpent in the Garden of
Eden…the scorpion represents destruction…the treachery of
Judas…and death.
A pretty picture…this little creature of ours…no? Actually
folks…yes…absolutely yes…a pretty picture indeed. For when our
friend the scorpion sits for the artist…when he strikes his
menacing pose…when he takes on his attitude of nonchalance and
poison…he evokes awe in all that behold him…and stirs the embers
of creativity in that most revered of artisans…the jeweler. And when
our scorpion grins his ghastly grin at the craftsmen that view
him…he brings to a frenzy the broiling juices of passion and
inventiveness…and causes the most talented in the land to form
images in his likeness for women to wear on their bosoms.
As to why a woman would wear a scorpion…that lethal critter of the
desert…on her chest…is yet another mystifying aspect of that
wondrous sex…the female. I can’t answer that question. But I can
folks…I can show you an incredible piece of jewelry…a scorpion
par excellence…a sight to behold indeed.
Oh yeah…one more this…your horoscope. Be warned you Scorpios and
would be Scorpios…and even non-Scorpios…Be warned…on this
day…Friday the 15 of December in the year 2000…do not…do not I
repeat…do not go against those shopping urges that well up deep in
your soul. Dig into your pockets and let your computer do the
walking…to Tyler Adam Corp…for all your holiday needs. I’m not
making this up folks. Honest. So it is written…and so I report it.
For those of you who are new to this thing called Tidbits…may I
direct you to my home page at www.tyler-adam.com where you will
scroll down the table menu till you get to the box that says
Tidbits…and inside the box where it says Tidbit Graphics…click on
the link that says: Scorpion…where you will see the graphic of our
bejeweled arachnid.
And there ya have it. That’s it for this week folks. Catch you all next
week. Benjamin Mark
TYLER-ADAM CORP.–Jewelry Manufacturers
Tel: 1-800-20-TYLER
E-Mail to: webmaster@tyler-adam.com