Genetics
& Genealogy: Article #6
The Secret
Garden
By Peter
Martin
The
Sunday Times: 11 October 1998
http://www.ramsdale.org/dna6.htm
In the beginning, the Bible
describes a fruitful paradise and an ideal man and woman. Now archaeologist
David Rohl says he has found the real Garden of Eden, in Iran. Peter Martin
joined him on a journey through Old Testament country to trace the steps of
Adam's descendants back to their original home.
After a 700 mile drive from
Ahwaz in the south-west of Iran, we had come out of the northern end of the
Zagros Mountains into Azerbaijan province and down onto the Miyandoab Plain,
where barren foothills black-dotted with an occasional Bedouin tent had
suddenly given way to there's no other way to say it an earthly
paradise of large, walled gardens right and left, and a profusion of orchards
heavy with every kind of fruit. The odd cement factory and petrochemical plant
aside, that is. No longer with the road to ourselves, open trucks barrelled
along, laden with apples, pears, grapes, melons, maize cobs and bouncing
tomatoes. In true-Brit celebration of our arrival, archaeologist David Rohl and
I exchanged half-daft smiles. With a fine sense of occasion, Siamak Soofi, our
interpreter, quoted a line from an ancient Persian song: "Last night I dreamt
that the sun and the moon kissed each other."
In its wonderful
unlikeliness, the notion suited the moment exactly. For according to very
specific geographical references given in the book of Genesis, we had just
entered biblical Eden, with the Garden of Eden - Genesis ref: "eastward in
Eden" - now all around us and swinging away between two small mountain ranges
to our right. Directly ahead, under the far range, lay the sprawling,
smog-fuzzed city of Tabriz.
"Paradise lost ?" asked
Rohl. But hold on ! The Garden of Eden ? It was important not to get carried
away, of course. For one thing, there are walled gardens - Persian gardens,
with shade trees and fountains - everywhere in Iran, and nowhere in Genesis
does it suggest Adam and Eve took their ease so municipally. Secondly, Tabriz
requires to be fed. Hence the intensively worked fruitfulness of the immediate
area. It's the city's kitchen garden. But here's a strange thing: in every
small town hereabouts, you see at least one big public wall painted with a
folk-art depiction of paradise, a mountain of God with water gushing down to
dense orchards and lush pastures below. Six thousand years ago, the same icon
symbolised the home of Enki, a Sumerian god and the cross-cultural equivalent
of Yahweh, God of the Old Testament. At that time, this area was known by two
names: Aratta, and the Edin.
But could this really be
biblical Eden ? Take chapter two of Genesis, verses 10 to 14. It says there
that Eden encompasses the sources of four rivers: the Euphrates and the
Hiddekel (Hebrew for the Tigris) - no problem with either of those - plus the
Gihon and the Pishon. Scholars since Josephus, the 1st century
Jewish historian, have argued as to which two rivers these might be, and you
won't find either, as named, on any modern map. According to David Rohl,
however, the true identities of the Gihon and Pishon were cracked by one
Reginald Walker, a little-known scholar who died 10 years ago. Walker had
published his findings in the quaintly titled "Still Trowelling", newsletter of
the Ancient and Medieval History Book Club, in 1986. "But because the
prevailing wisdom even among most biblical scholars is that the Old Testament
is little more than myth," said Rohl, "nobody took him seriously."
So let's reconsider
Walker's findings. Just north-east of where Rohl and I, with our half daft
smiles, had entered the supposed Eden, there's a river called the Aras. But
before the Islamic invasion of the 8th century AD, as Walker
discovered, the Aras was known as the Gaihun, equivalent of the Hebrew Gihon.
Amazingly, as Rohl subsequently found, Victorian dictionaries had referred to
the river as the Gihon-Aras.
So what of the fourth river
rising in the Eden of Genesis, the Pishon ? Walker's only other local candidate
was the Uizun. But again, it seems to have given up its secret fairly easily:
Pishon, according to Walker, is simply the Hebrew corruption of Uizon, wherein
labial "U" becomes labial "P", "z" becomes "sh", while "o" and "u" are
well-accepted linguistic variations.
Then Walker made another
discovery on one of his maps: a village called Noqdi. Could this be a trace of
the land of Nod, the place of Cain's exile after the murder of Abel ? Noqdi's
location certainly fitted the Genesis reference: "in the land of Nod, which is
east of Eden."
"Reginald Walker never came
to Iran," Rohl explained, "and I do have one or two reservations about his
phonetic juggling. But, taken altogether, the possibilities were so
astonishing, I had to come and see for myself." After two research trips here,
during which he discovered additional Eden locators that fitted Genesis, Rohl
is convinced.
The likeliest location of
the Garden of Eden is by no means the only jaw-dropper in Rohl's new book,
"Legend: the Genesis of Civilisation", published on 12th October
1998 (Century, 20). But then that's true to form. Just three years ago,
in his first book "A Test of Time", then in the TV series "Pharaohs and Kings",
Rohl stood Egyptology on its ear by claiming that the accepted chronology of
ancient Egypt was wrong. Not only did he present good evidence that the
pharaonic chronology should be shortened by 300 years, when you apply the
shorter chronology it makes for an unprecedented series of fits between
Egyptian history and Bible narratives.
In the main, academics
weren't kind to Rohl's thesis. Leading Bible scholar Professor Thomas L
Thompson insisted that any attempt to write history based on "a direct
integration of biblical and extra-biblical sources is not only dubious but
wholly ludicrous." Then again, in the wake of Rohl's work, Professor Israel
Finkelstein, head of archaeology at Tel Aviv University, has already lowered
the dates of Israelite archaeology by a century.
A "Test of Time" began in
the middle of Genesis and gave a new context to Adam's line from Jacob and
Joseph onwards. In "Legend", the bold Rohl begins with Adam and Eve and affords
their immediate line a historical and archaeological place. Not all his
evidence is original. Indeed, he draws it from a stunning variety of sources
and disciplines. But Rohl's real achievement is the way in which he's pieced
the evidence together into a coherent, properly magnificent story, the first of
all stories, for the first time. He "finds" Noah in all manner of sources, puts
a date on the Flood and identifies where the Ark landed; no, it wasn't Mount
Ararat - but more of that later. Thereafter, he traces the migration of Noah's
spreading line down through the Zagros Mountains into the plain of Sumer. The
Sumerians, whose high period was the 4th and 5th
millennia BC, were astonishing: inventors of writing, the wheel, metalwork, and
seagoing navigation. Then Rohl demonstrates how these people first made
sea-trade contact with north Africa, and later swept into Egypt to become the
first pharaohs. Erich von Daniken's dingbat theory of a visit from outer space
notwithstanding, Legend's exposition, accompanied by splendid photographs and
illustrations, would certainly explain how pharaonic Egypt advanced in culture
so quickly.
Ahwaz, start point of our
journey to Eden, is a ramshackle Klondike of an oil town south of the Zagros
Mountains. On the night before setting off, Rohl was explaining the logic of
the route. Bizarrely, or perhaps not, the hotel's only Muzak tape was a medley
of Christmas carols: "Silent Night", "The Holly and the Ivy", "While Shepherds
Watched "
Of course, we could have
"done Eden", plus garden, by flying to Tabriz and jumping into a taxi, as
tourists surely will from now on. Instead, we elected to start our journey hard
by the plain of Sumer, south of the Zagros. This, so says the Bible, is the
place where the descendants of Adam settled in the period immediately following
the great Flood. The so-called "pottery trail" is good evidence of that
southerly cultural migration. The oldest pottery, 7th millennium BC,
comes from north of the Zagros. The next generation of pottery, from the
6th millennium, turns up halfway down through the Zagros. Roughly
2,000 years later, the first "modern" pottery appeared at Uruk, the second city
on earth. By then, it was being mass-produced on fast pottery wheels and was of
poorer quality than the 7th-miillenium coil-made originals. Plus ca
change.
Starting south of the
Zagros, our self-given task was to make the journey of Adam's line in reverse,
to travel backwards in time from Sumer through the Zagros Mountains to the
first of all places: Eden. Along the way we would encounter some of the godlike
characters and ancient beliefs that inform the Old Testament, including the
creation myth of Adam and Eve.
With a 7 am start from
Ahwaz, we drove through flat, boring oilfield country in the early light, oil
flares against the skyline like tall black candles with tremendous flames, as
for Old Nick's birthday. As it happened, we were following a route to Eden that
was also taken long ago by a royal emissary. "The world's first postman
carrying the world's first royal correspondence" is how Rohl had described him.
Told on 3,500-year-old clay tablets indented with cuneiform script, the
postman's ancient story forms part of the epic of Enmerkar, who was a
priest-king of Uruk. Our postman was the poor instrument of a long-distance
argument between Enmerkar in Uruk and the (unnamed) lord of Aratta, Aratta
being the Sumerian name for Eden. Enmerkar wanted to build a fabulous temple in
Uruk for the great Inanna, goddess of love and fertility, and he repeatedly
demanded that the lord of Aratta send him large quantities of precious metals
and gems for the job.
"The problem wasn't
stinginess on the lord of Aratta's part" Rohl explained, "He was terrified of
losing Inanna forever to the cities of the plain. The god Enki had already been
removed from the mountains to Eridu, the first city on earth. Now he's going to
lose Inanna to Uruk." The royal row went on for years, with the emissary
trekking back and forth through the Zagros Mountains, three months each way. It
would take us three days.
But how does this Sumerian
story tie in with that of Adam's line, post-Flood ? The first genealogical
"fix" is that Noah's son Shem appears to have been the eponymous dynastic
founder of Sumer - as the linguistic journey went: Shem, Shumer, Sumer. By
extensive analysis of ancient legends, Rohl has also demonstrated that Enki is
the equivalent of Yahweh, God of the Old Testament. On the same reckoning,
Inanna is a niece, if a culturally removed one, of the biblical Eve. Yet
another "fix" is the double identity of Enmerkar - who, again, turns out to be
a well-known Old Testament figure. But let Rohl do the unmasking: "The 'kar'
part of Enmerkar is an add-on epithet meaning 'hunter', and he is also
celebrated as the 'builder-king of Uruk'. But Genesis, too, tells of a 'mighty
hunter in the eyes of the Lord' - Nimrod, Noah's great-grandson - and credits
him as the builder-king of Erech. Same man, same city ?" For Rohl, the clincher
is in the rest of Enmerkar's name. "Drop the 'mighty hunter' epithet, and
you're left with Enmer. Now knock out the vowels - because early Hebrew didn't
record vowels - and you've got Nmr. Now knock out Nimrod's vowels, and who have
we here ?" Rohl smiled. "We can argue about that stray 'd', if you
like."
Our first stop was to see a
man-made mountain of God, the ziggurat at Choga Zambil in what was ancient
Elam, just north of Sumer. A youngster as ziggurats go, it was built by the
Elamite king Untash Gal in the 2nd millennium BC. A grey desert fox
trotted across an upper terrace and disappeared. Over black tea and biscuits
sweet enough to make your dental fillings sing falsetto, produced by our
Jeevesian driver, Hosien Mokhtari, we discussed sacred mountains and why it was
that Old Testament figures would ascend one to talk to God. "You can understand
their awe of mountains", said Rohl. "Imagine it - life-giving water in the form
of a spring actually coming out of the top of a mountain. Now why would it do
that unless God willed it ? A high mountain was where God lived. So once these
people had migrated from Eden down through the Zagros here to the plain, they
had to build their own mountains by way of ensuring continuous contact with
God."
The Choga Zambil ziggurat
is a beauty. With a base about the size of three football pitches, the whole
thing is girded with information: entire courses of brick going all the way
round it, each brick indented with still-crisp cuneiform script. Soofi,
pointing out the perfect brick arches, gave a chauvinistic snort: "Roman arches
!" Centrally, there's a recessed stone staircase, and at the top there was once
a "dark chamber" to which the priest-king would ascend to commune with a god
and, according to iconography of the same period, to couple with a prostitute
elect. But what had this ziggurat to do with Adam's line ? The name game again:
"Chief god of the Elamites was Enshushinak," Rohl explained. "'En' is Sumerian
for 'lord'. 'Sush' is the city of Susa, our next stop. 'Inak' we don't know,
but it might just be Enoch, Adam's direct descendant - Enoch, lord of Susa
?"
Back on the route of the
ancient postman, the sun was getting hot - as in 47o hot - enough to
make the eyeballs begin to dry up on a very short walk. "The English know how
to make these long trips, especially old English ladies," said Soofi fondly.
"But the Spanish, the Italians ! Cut half an hour off their shopping, and they
don't speak to you any more."
Next stop: the ancient city
of Susa, 3rd millennium BC, and the tomb of Daniel, he of the lions'
den. Susa, now a mound like a small South Down, was excavated by the French
Egyptologist Jacques de Morgan, in the 1890s. Justly terrified of local
brigands, he built Chateau de Morgan, the castle here - "The most impressive
dig house in the world," said Rohl, enviously. Beside Susa's mound is what
Muslim's believe to be the tomb of Daniel. "Following the Islamic invasion of
8thcentury Persia," Rohl explained, "many exotic sites were named
after Old Testament heroes, who also appear in the Koran." Daniel's tomb or
not, it's a place of affecting dignity. A mosque, the ceiling inside is a
perfect dome - a single point breaking into eight mirrored facets to form the
round, then breaking outwards again in prayer-decorated tiles to form the
square base building: Persian geometry. "In finer mosques," Soofi told us, "the
dome point breaks into 16 facets, sometimes 32. The point is the infinity of
God." Beneath the dome, the tomb is now encased in glass and pillared silver.
In the immense quiet, local people kissed the tomb and prayed.
Now, following our
emissary's route into the foothills of the Zagros, we entered Old Testament
country - mud-brick villages, stony hills ploughed to the near-vertical, little
lone stacks of flat rocks denoting ownership of crop fields. Here and there,
under a rag sunshade, you'd see a lookout keeping a beady eye, especially for
sheep going where they shouldn't. Farmer and shepherd: the ancient enmity -
Cain and Abel. In the Zagros the only winter fuel is donkey, sheep and goat
droppings, which are whacked into briquettes and piled with conspicuous
neatness, like village treasure. The country is also dramatically lumpy with
another kind of treasure. You see unexcavated occupation mounds everywhere, the
sides occasionally crumbled to reveal strata of past millennia. Some villages
are built on mounds, their history stacked beneath.
We often encountered the
postman's ancient way, the wide, stony track plain to see. Rohl said, "You have
to picture him carrying Inanna's sacred standard, and her awe-inspiring effect:
'For her, they humbly saluted with greetings like mice.' En route to the Edin,
he had to pass through seven 'gates', as in 'seven steps to heaven'. And the
order of the gates, one to seven, starting at Susa, indicates that Aratta
(Eden) had the spiritual status of heaven." Traditionally, "gates" are
associated with mountain passes, but here they're something special -
spectacular river-cut mountain gorges that have their own geological name,
tangs. We got out to look at one, standing on the cliff edge, our eyeballs
drying, the serpentine Kerkeh River 200 feet below. "What tangs tell us", said
Rohl, "is that the rivers were here before the mountains rose up."
When our postman came
through, he crossed his third gate, a wide tang, by walking over Pol-e Dokhtar,
the Bridge of the Daughter. Whose daughter, nobody knows. One reconstructed
arch and a few stone stanchions remain. But high above the spring waterline,
his path runs along the cliff terrace past some Neolithic caves, turns left
onto the bridge down a stone ramp on the far side, and off around
another mountain. Once, after being dictated a long message by Enmerkar, the
emissary was asked to repeat it back but couldn't remember it all: "My Lord, I
am heavy of mouth." At which point Enmerkar is credited with writing the
world's first letter, on a clay tablet.
Who was Adam ? Aware that
he has no hard evidence, Rohl sees him this way: "Adam is a metaphor for the
oldest ancestor in memory, the first historical man, the head of a genealogy, a
spiritual and political leader in one. He is, too, I think, the representative
of the first settled people, former hunter-gatherers, who, through the
Neolithic revolution, learnt to domesticate animals and to plant crops.
Religion is a function of settlement, of social organisation, of hierarchy, and
of needing a political leader/shaman-priest who is in touch with the gods of
nature. Adam, with Eve, probably represents an important marriage between two
such settled tribes. They're the founding family of civilisation."
"But you can 'find' these
foundling characters in different ancient legends. Eve in Genesis is described
as 'the mother of all the living', the same epithet used for Ninhursag, the
Sumerian 'Mistress of the Mountain'. It looks, too, from the legends, that
Inanna is a daughter of the great mother goddess Ninhursag. But you not only
find the same characters in different legends. In the Sumerian creation myth,
Enki is cursed by Ninhursag for eating forbidden plants growing in paradise.
Enki begins to fade away - his ribs pain him - but Ninhursag relents and
creates a goddess called Ninti to cure him. Ninti means 'Lady of the Rib' but
it also means 'Lady of Life'. It's a Sumerian pun. But the Genesis author
simply took the first meaning. And so the story of Eve's creation from Adam's
rib was born."
By 8 am next morning, after
a night stop in Kermanshah, we'd come to Behistun, source of the Kerkeh River,
which we'd been following with our postman since Susa. There's a mountain here,
with a lively spring coming out of its base, and a pool with trees curtseying
into it, lilies and bulrushes. The ancients believed not only that the earth
was flat but that it floated on a freshwater, underworld ocean. Any place where
water came out of the rock was known as an abzu - the sacred entrance to and
exit from the abyss. This was once a place of Enki, lord of the underworld
ocean. "Of course, there's the motif of miraculous spring water all through the
Old Testament too", said Rohl. "When Moses and the Israelites are in the desert
dying of thirst, the miracle isn't a rainstorm or an oasis appearing. Moses
strikes a rock and out comes water."
Today, the most magnificent
feature at Behistun is the rock-face bas-relief of the Persian king Darius I
meting out royal justice to a whole line of uppity pretenders to his throne.
They certainly knew how to do monuments in 521 BC. The entire history of
Darius, whose empire stretched from Turkey to Egypt, is written on the rock
face in three different cuneiform scripts. But his story was lost to modern
understanding until the 1830s, when an intrepid Englishman, Henry Rawlinson,
spent the best part of three years dangling from a rope at the rock face
deciphering the scripts. Luckily, I'd seen a photograph of the relief in
Iranair's in-flight magazine; but it's invisible now, covered with scaffolding
and a crude planked roof, under a preservation order.
Long before Darius, there
was some Palaeolithic occupation here, and the Parthian Greeks left behind an
oddly camp statue of Hercules. But now there's a roaring trunk road too, and
the pool is circled by hideous concrete. Offended, Rohl was railing about
official vandalism when the otherwise affable Soofi lost his temper, arguing
that it was the West's fault for inventing concrete, the motorcar and tourism
in the first place. After a long sulk, he brightened. "Sure, the Iran
government wants tourism but has no idea how to attract it." Then he laughed:
"Our officials, they think they smell kebabs, but it's just a donkey being
branded."
Three hours on, we were way
up into Kurdistan, at the summit of the highest mountain in what Rohl believes
is the biblical land of Havilah, "rich in gold and silver". There are a couple
of worked-out gold mines in the area and, a few miles on, the Gold and Silver
Rivers. We'd stopped at a caravanserai, a travellers haven-cum-fortress, now in
ruins. How crafty of Satan to have taken Jesus to a mountain top to tempt him.
You feel omnipotent here, all the world beneath you.
By late afternoon we'd come
to the Throne of Solomon - another natural mountain of god and home of Enki,
but with a lake in the top and a feisty brook spilling out, source of the Gold
River. Five metres down, the lake is freezing, appropriate for an entrance to
the abyss. Now it's a place of informal pilgrimage and family recreation, kids
splashing about in inner tubes. There's also the ruin of a Zoroastrian "fire
temple", possibly 1st millennium BC, fire altar still intact.
"Remember the magi ?" said Rohl. "According to some Bible scholars, they were
most likely Zoroastrian priests. By way of explaining Jesus' famous 'missing
years', one theory has him coming to this region for Zoroastrian
tutelage."
As we stood at the
lakeside, sun touching the horizon, the air was cut by a singing voice, clear
and astonishing. The song, "The Head of the Caravan", reckoned to have been
written in the 14th century, is played over a Tannoy here every
sunset. The voice belongs to Iran's celebrated Mohammad Resa Shajarian. "When
he was 14", said Soofi, "he sang like a divine eunuch. He's 60 now, and the
lady who looks after him is, well, 17." But the music: not four beats to a bar,
as in the Spice Girls or Mozart, but 16 beats, sometimes 32, voice and
instruments flying between major and minor with no effort or inhibition, a
complexity of music of ancient memory, in which you can hear flamenco, Indian,
Chinese, Greek, Gaelic. The lake went bronze, then suddenly black. On the drive
to Takab, our night stop, Soofi sang for us until he was hoarse. Tomorrow,
Eden.
Next morning, we wound down
out of the mountains, through the ancient seventh gate, and onto the Miyandoab
Plain, where our emissary, " like a huge serpent prowling about in the
plain, was unopposed". His destination was the one-time city of Aratta, which
has never been found. And so we entered the supposed heart of Eden and then,
passing between Lake Urmia on our left and Mount Sahand on our right, the
garden, orchards aplenty, brash Technicolor-painted mountains of god on this
wall then that, Rohl and I smiling and gawping, Soofi relating how the sun
kissed the moon, and Tabriz up ahead.
What came next was a shock
for Rohl especially. The great city walls of Aratta are described in ancient
records as being painted with red ochre. This was Rohl's third visit to Tabriz,
but he had never entered it in this quality of high-summer light before. "Look
at that," he said. The mountain directly behind the city, like no other we'd
come across in the Zagros range, is of the reddest ochre clay. It glowed red.
"And Adam ?" Having read the book of Rohl - my other, now battered travelling
companion - I needed no prompting: Adam made of clay, Adam meaning "red-earth"
man in Hebrew. Every myth must have its raw material.
In Iranian cities, since
there are no pubs, clubs or trendy restaurants everyone's idea of a glitzy
night out is to go to a hotel lobby. In Tabriz, there's only one half-decent
hotel, and it was a madness of people: great assemblies of black-clad women,
men shouting and smoking like Turks, kids having pushchair races, playing
football. Just 10 generations after Adam, humanity had become similarly unruly
and noisy. Which is precisely the reason given in Genesis for Yahweh deciding
to wipe out his creation. As Genesis also tells it, none of us would be here at
all were it not for one wise and devout man, the chosen survivor, Noah, hero of
the Flood.
Thus it was, in the teeming
hotel lobby, that Rohl told of Noah: "A multicultural sort of character, Noah
has three other ancient identities - the Sumerian 'Ziusudra', Old Babylonian
'Atrahasis', and the Akkadian 'Utnapishtim'. As in the story of Noah,
Utnapishtim also sends out a dove and a raven to find dry land."
And the date of the Flood ?
In his book, after a truly heroic deployment of evidence - including sliding
chronologies and a review of water-laid silt strata, most notably at Ur of the
Chaldees - Rohl plots it at about 3,100 BC. But he'd reviewed a good number of
ancient flood epics - there are over 150 world-wide - before coming across the
flood record of the Meso-American Mayan culture. "The Mayan calendar - they
were exceptional record-keepers - fixes the date for their great deluge at
3,113 BC. Strange, that."
Biblical Peoples |
The
different cultures and dynasties that occupied Old Testament country, according
to David Rohl's new chronology |
Sumerian |
3100 - 2100 BC
|
Elamite |
3000 - 647 BC
|
Akkadian |
2100 - 1920 BC
|
Old Babylonian
|
1667 - 1362 BC
|
Assyrian |
1000 - 612 BC
|
Neo-Babylonian
|
625 - 539 BC
|
There is a problem with the
popular idea that Noah's ark came to rest on Mount Ararat. "The one which
recent Christian explorers have been heading off to," said Rohl, "is Mount
Aregats, which was first identified as the Mountain of the Descent around the
time of Marco Polo, if only for its impressive size. Marco Polo was a notorious
fibber, anyway. But Aregats is way across in eastern Turkey, north of Lake
Van." So where might the true site be ? "In Genesis it says the ark came to
rest on the mountains of Ararat, and all the Jewish and early Christian
commentaries place it in the Zagros range in the Land of Kardu, the ancient
name of Kurdistan. That's south of Lake Van and south-west of Lake Urmia. The
Babylonian priest-historian Berossus, 3rd century BC, even tells of
people removing pieces of bitumen from a ship and taking them home as
talismans. Then there's the Assyrian king Sennacherib. After campaigning in
Kurdistan around 700 BC, he worshipped a plank he'd recovered from the
ark."
But which mountain is it,
David ? "Well, a lot of people seem to have known - Berossus, and the Koran
mentions it, so does the 10th-century Muslim writer Ibn Haukal. The
pilgrim saint Jacob of Nisibis apparently knew too It's a mountain
called Judi Dagh in the Zagros range about 100 kilometres due north of the town
of Mosul. When Sennacherib collected his sacred plank, he celebrated his visit
by carving several reliefs of himself at the foot of Judi Dagh. We also know
that the 5th-century Nestorian Christians built several monasteries
there, including one on the summit known as the Cloister of the Ark." Which,
taken all together, would seem to settle the matter once and for all.
Next day, we set off to
tour the supposed garden, heading "east of Eden", as directed by Genesis. Ten
miles out of Tabriz, you're in Old Testament country once more, but not the
stony-ground sort. There's a spacious, rural luxuriance, good sheep pasture,
dark-soiled fields, the mud-brick villages presiding on their history-packed
mounds, with orchards and vineyards drawn close about them, and stands of
poplar behind. At the roadside, we bought grapes approaching the size of
ping-pong balls.
In physical geography, this
is a natural garden - a fertile plain some 60 miles wide and 200 long, enclosed
between two mountain ranges, which come nearly together at the eastern end. In
Genesis, it says the garden is watered by its own unnamed river. But as Rohl
confirmed on his first visit, this plain too has its own river winding through
it, the Adji Chay. "And just a century ago," he said, "it had been known as the
Meidan, which is Persian for 'walled court' or 'enclosed garden'".
Another key reference in
Genesis describes the river Gihon as winding "all through the land of Cush". As
with the four rivers of Eden, the whereabouts of Cush has been debated for
centuries, as Rohl explained. "Josephus associated Cush with the ancient
African kingdom of Kush, south of Egypt, making the Gihon the Nile, which
prompted others to hazard that the Pishon was the Indus or the Ganges. Spanning
three continents, this would have made the original Eden absurdly
big."
Rohl's candidate as the
locator for the land of Cush is Kusheh Dagh, the Mountain of Kush. Sited about
100 miles east along the garden valley, it forms part of the northern wall. As
per Genesis, the Gihon River winds clear through the vicinity. The foothills
are lumped all around with unexcavated mounds.
Between them, Walker and
Rohl appear to have scored another direct hit with the land of Nod, place of
Cain's exile "east of Eden". First, in order to get to the village of Noqdi,
you do indeed have to leave the garden valley via its eastern exit. Noqdi
itself - standard mud-brick, poplars, orchards - sits at the back of a valley
next to an occupation mound so big, you want to fall on it with trowels. Two
old men we spoke to knew no history of the village beyond their
great-great-grandfathers' time. They had heard tell of another town somewhere
in the area, Old Noqdi, but they'd not been there.
The teasing bit is that the
"i" of Noqdi means "of". A village "of" Noqd therefore implies a larger region
for Noqd. At this frustrating point on his last trip, Rohl went to the nearby
town of Ardabil, located some officials and, via them, some local maps. What he
found convinced him. "The whole area beyond the eastern exit comprises two
districts: Upper Noqd and Lower Noqd. Not to labour the point, but if Cain had
gone any further east, he'd have ended up in the Caspian Sea."
We headed back into Eden
through Cain's exit. About the possibility of regaining paradise, Soofi said,
"Oh, heaven's not there any more. The only way to regain it is inside
ourselves." But he had a smile coming on. "Once we had wisdom, then we settled
for knowledge, now it's mostly information. As the Koran says, 'like donkeys
loaded with books'".
On our last day, we drove a
little way south of Tabriz to inspect David Rohl's nomination for the original
settlement of the Garden of Eden and Adam's own Mountain of God. Mount Sahand
has a small lake in the top, the water rising up through a one-time volcanic
chimney. A stream trickles from the summit, then flows through the Garden into
Lake Urmia.
As you approach Mount
Sahand, there's a narrowish, fertile valley dominated by the small mud-brick
town of Osku, which sits on its own bulky occupation mound. "What do you think
?" said Rohl. Yes: if you were a tribe of hunter-gatherers who'd come by a few
husbandry and farming skills, and you had scouted the whole area for he ideal
spot to settle, this would be it. It's as if the plain has lapped up into the
valley and left its lush best just here: dark earth and an extraordinary
density of olive groves, fruit orchards, walnut and almond trees. It's so
comfortable besides: well-watered by the river, in the lee of the mountain,
with benign puffy-breasted hills leading down to the valley floor. This would
be a place to make home.
A few miles on, near the
summit of the mountain, there's a sight to sober any western mind cave
dwellers a troglodyte village called Kandovan, which means
"honeycomb-like", after the rock-hole dwellings. The inhabitants think of this
as their mountain. Of Turkish origin, they call it Jam Daghi, Mountain of the
Chalice, and hold its cascading river to be sacred, using it for everything
they need with due respect. Sole concessions to the present millennium are a
village phone line, front doors on the caves, windows wedged in, and a corner
shop selling cigarettes and sweets.
Like the Throne of Solomon,
the Mountain of the Chalice is a place of pilgrimage and recreation - and of
healing. The water is said to be especially good for the kidneys. Coachloads of
schoolchildren, girls black-clad and faces covered, come for the educational
experience. There are tourists too, but the villagers appear to give no
quarter. Mercedes vs. donkey driver in a stony narrow ? Mercedes backs up.
Literally holed up above the snow line for three months of every year,
Kandovans stow their animals in cave cellars next to or under their living
rooms. But they work their fertile mountain hard and it gives back a saleable
surplus: corn, fruit, nuts, seeds, herbs and flower medicines.
The mountain has a sort of
double summit: twin peaks. Certainly one, the Mountain of the Chalice, was once
a home designate of Enki. And the other ? "The 'Bright Mountain of Inanna', I
shouldn't wonder," said Rohl. Of course, he's bound to be wrong on a few
points, but that hardly matters up against the accumulated evidence of his
thesis overall: the decoding and plotting of the four named rivers of Eden; the
discovery of the unnamed river that was said to water the garden; the
identification of the lands of Havilah and Cush; and the fair certainty that
the place of Cain's exile, the land of Nod, is there still. Rohl didn't ask me
the big question, but the answer is yea and verily: I do believe I have been to
the Garden of Eden.
Hardy travellers who also wish to go
to the Garden of Eden, via the Zagros Mountains, should contact Ancient world
Tours (07071 222950).
Edited by Khabalood