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In Babylonian astronomy NIBIRU was a term used for the highest point of the ecliptic, i.e. the point of summer solstice, and was also considered as the highest point in the paths of the planets. She was a goddess of a crossing point who watched stars.

A mysterious planet called NIBIRU crosses the Solar System once every 3600 years, following her orbit around the Sun. NIBIRU has already been close to the Earth in the past and now she is coming back. Scientists suggest that the planet will be visible soon in the sky as a Red Planet. This same red planet has been mentioned in Mayan civilization manuscripts.

'...It is a small torrent in a stream composed of woven water threads, which go to you, dear Scorpio woman, to place upon your head like a red shawl to protect you, fan the flames which heal and bring full color to a vision almost surgically sterile in its pursuit of the pure...' 

Charles Goldman, Poem on N I B I R U painting by Charles Goldman is below

N I B I R U, Oil on linen, 122 x 92 cm

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N I B I R U, Oil on linen, 122 x 92 cm, Detail


by Charles Goldman

(aka Doctori Sadisco)

She comes

and the wind upon her waves in blue flames

She is the graceful fire

burning away fear

She is the number which goes up

in the gambler's smoke

of the bet made red with his anger

of the bet he did not win

She awakens the blood to rise

from the ocean depths like a whale made of fire

She surfaces like a droplet of red from the wound dabbed clear with a piece of tissue

She is moving in the flames which hypnotize

and which cannot be contained by seeing them

She is the liquid fire of the stars

She is the center for the spinning worlds of the heart

Her aroma is that of burning forests

The animals of the plains run from her encroaching flames

but I

I run toward her

arms outstretched to embrace her furious wind

The beating red wings of the approaching phoenix

as she emerges from the ashes of death

The raging storm within her steadfast gaze

Maker of worlds

She who renews the barren earth

The one who scorches red the green grass

Whose kisses drive their fire down through my red blood

in the fire of life itself

burning out the windows and tenements

of our night red cities

She is the neon light cast up to the clouds

the red upon the sleeping eyelids from a nearby lightening strike

Her heartbeat of pure flame singes me awake

Her heat has taken my breath away

I am compelled to rush into searing bosom

like the stupid moth addicted

to the red warmth of incinerating light

Flame is my mentor

My ecstasy

My best friend

My beloved whose sexual power roasts

other men alive whose

oven is red with the blood of delicious man-steaks

whose dark moody heat seduces women

whose flames of enticement move governments

whose magical wiles precipitate cash out of the burning air

generating red fortunes for the gray men

asleep on the sidewalk below

She is the volcanic rush of lava

the rumble within the molten depths

which rises like rage to snare entire populations

and when calm makes new rock for the hardiest ferns

to squeeze in their new red roots in the slow tide

of red life taking a thousand red years to turn the brown earth green

Charles Goldman (aka Doctori Sadisco)

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