SOUL RETRIEVAL INCANTATION

 *** The Ancients believed that when you suffer physical, psychological, emotional or spiritual trauma of any kind your mind, spirit and soul tends to fracture leaving you less than whole. We can live an entire life time feeling incomplete or fractured. This spell is designed to call back the lost portions of our soul, spirit and mind that we may once again be complete and whole.  This spell is also perfect to counteract and undo psychic, occult and spiritual attacks. ***

"Ego invoco, compello et colligo portio perditus de anima, spiritus et psyche mei. Audire me. Audire me. Audire me. Solum perditus portio de anima, spiritus et psyche mei. Te conjurare, te invoco, te imperium ad venire ad me. Cum antiquus nomenae de potestas te Imperium, venire ad me, venire ad me, venire ad me."

ENGLISH TRANSLATION: I invoke, compell and collect the lost portions of my soul, spirit and mind. Hear me, hear me, hear me. Only the lost portions of my soul, spirit and mind. I conjure you, I invoke you, I command you to come to me. With ancient names of power I command you, come to me, come to me, come to me.

NOTE: The ancient names of power serve as a built in battery to initialize and charge the intent of this incantation. Your will, intention and focus gives the names of power, the power to manifest your reunion with the lost portions of your soul, spirit and mind. 

*** ANCIENT NAMES OF POWER ***

SUMERIAN: 

DU KU DINGIR ENKI (Holy GOD Enki / GOD of earth.)

DU KU NINTI (Holy LADY of Enki's rib.)

DU KU ERIDU (Holy place of Eden.)

DU KU DINGIR MARDUK (Holy GOD Marduk / son of Enki.)

DU KU DINGIR ASARULUDU (Holy GOD Asaruludu / GOD of exorcisms.)

DU KU ENKI NINTI ADAPA AVA (Holy LADY and GOD. Creators of Adam and Eve.)

ARAMAIC:

ELAH (GOD.)

MALKAH ELAH ASHERAH (Creatrix, Spouse of Elah/Yaweh.)

ELAH ELAHIN (GOD of Gods.)

MALKAH ELAH ASHERAH ELAHIN (Queen GOD Asherah of Gods.)

ELAH YERUSHELEM (GOD of Jerusalem.)

MALKAH ELAH ASHERAH YERUSHELEM

(Queen GOD Asherah of Jerusalem.)

ELAH YISRAEL (GOD of Isreal.)

MALKAH ELAH ASHERAH YISREAL (Queen GOD Asherah of Jerusalem.)

ELAH AVAHATI (GOD of my fathers.)

MALKAH ELAH ASHERAH AVAHATI (Queen GOD Asherah of my fathers.)

ELAH SHEMAYA (GOD of Heaven.)

MALKAH ELAH ASHERA SHEMAYA (Queen GOD Asherah of Heaven.)

ELAH ADONAI (GOD my Lord.)

KADIJA MALKAH ELAH ASHERAH (Holy Queen GOD Asherah.)

ELAH YEHOSHUA (GOD of Salvation. Jesus.)

ELAH ABBA ELAHIN (GOD the Father of God's.)

MALKAH ELAH ASHERAH AMMA ELAHIN (Queen GOD Asherah Mother of Gods. )

ELAH ABBA MALAKHA (GOD the Father of Angels.)

MALKAH ELAH ASHERAH AMMA MALAKHA. (Queen GOD Asherah Mother of Angels.)

ELAH ABBA ATTHA (GOD of women.)

MALKAH ELAH ASHERAH ATTHA (Queen GOD Asherah Mother of Women.) 

ELAH ABBA GABRAA (GOD of men.)

MALKAH ELAH ASHERAH GABRAA (Queen GOD Asherah Mother of men.)

ELAH ABBA YA BE' SHETH (GOD father of Earth.)

MALKAH ELAH ASHERAH AMMA YE BE' SHETH (Queen GOD Asherah Mother of earth. 

***Stricken from all sacred texts was Yaweh's wife, Asherah. As his wife she is the creatrix, the holy ghost, the sacred feminine and the principle female element necessary and evident in all human ideas relating to creation and life giving.

TRUTH BE TOLD

 Behold. 

Truth be told. I am not beholden to you, your crew or the next fool who gets schooled by my old school. Karma, do unto others etc...you needs to rock with the gold rule. I comes with the tide and the gain like it's laundry day. My wisdom's the type to fold you. 

I'm a disciplinarian but also a caregiver. I'll spank the shit outta that rabble rousing, fuck up the housing, cat and mousing ass and scold you. Only to dry ya tears, feed you, teach you, clothe you and hold you even when I don't fucking know you. MF'er I'll raise you and grow you. 

You should've asked somebody. I'm surprised ain't nobody ever told you. About The Aztec Yoruba, Mexican Indian Cichimecca, Spanish, Nigerian my ancestors told me, "baby you ain't worth shit if ain't nobody ever sold you." 

My mother and father's gods not the same as yours. As soon as you go for yours mine already fucking with everything you hold sacred and breaking natural, unnatural and supernatural laws. 

Turtle island has always been religion less. Defiled by the greedy, religious and racist visionless. The old gods always walked with and lived with, the ancient indigenous. Untill land and lives were taken, shaken, brutally broken and forsaken. Manifest Destiny, early American history for revisionists. Fleeing tyranny and condemning native savagery only to become tyrranous and even more villainous. It's 2024 now, still ain't nobody feelin this or hearing us? 

Now you got people asking why everybody getting possessed or haunted? The blood soaked earth from the killing of the first people remains undaunted in its mission to make all violent interlopers and their progeny, to be and feel cursed, oppressed, hexed and unwanted. 

Your Church bought, sold and killed souls for land, money and power to hold and control. Now the entire world can see the corruption of orthodox religions and their scriptures identifying holy men now, by terrorists, zealots, televised con artists in mansions and pedos smelling like under age assholes.

But I'm the fucking problem?

People like me are the fucking problem?

Really?

No.

Behold. 

Truth be told. I am not beholden to you, your crew or the next fool who gets schooled by my old school. Karma, do unto others etc...you needs to rock with the gold rule. I comes with the tide and the gain like it's laundry day. My wisdom's the type to fold you. 

I be done thought somebody told you.

You better ask somebody.

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Short Story: "MY FRIEND BEHIND THE MIRROR."

MY FRIEND BEHIND THE MIRROR

BY

ALBERTO KENNEDY 

a.k.a.

"GRIMOIRE"

 

When I was very little I had a friend. His name was the same as mine. He even looked like me which wasn't at at all weird at the time because I was old enough to realize he was my reflection. But the fact was, he wasn't me at all. He was my age but knew so many things. We talked about those things that children talk about. Things like school, toys, cartoons and games. We used to talk for hours late at night when my mother and brother were asleep. He taught me so much. Until he said goodbye. 

"Well Eric, you're getting older. Your almost 10 years old and pretty soon your going to forget about me. It's okay though. You're supposed too."

"But I don't want to forget about you. Your my friend."

"Don't be sad. It's a good thing. Because you are going to grow up, meet many new, fun and interesting people. You'll make new friends. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Just promise me you'll remember everything I taught you. The magic I taught you, how to use your mind, your light and listen to the other people that do magic. Learn from them. You are going to need it when you're older. Life is going to start going so fast. Some parts are going to be fun and exciting while other parts are going to be hard, scary and sad. But you are special. You will get through all of it. I am going to visit you again when your older and you can show me all that you have learned. Okay?"

" Okay."

20 years later, I met my friend again. It was late at night around 2 p.m. or 3 p.m. As I walked past the mirror in my room, I saw a child in the mirror that looked like me when I was 10 years old. I'm 30 years old now. The child had a sinister look on his face. All the innocence and friendliness I remembered from him was utterly absent.

"Do you remember me?"

"Of course I do Eric."

"Did you keep your promise? The promise to keep up with your magics and abilities. I truly hope that you did."

"I have and you know that I have."

"True. I am happy to see you, Eric."

"I know. I also know now you were never my friend. The magic you taught me and the lessons you gave me were for your benefit. What I don't understand is why did you invest so much time in this "long con" game? Why nurture me and my abilities and give me a portion of your power if you were only going to try and consume me as all demons like you do? Wouldn't it have been easier to prey upon me when I was a weak innocent child?"

"Well...of course it would have been. With any other child. I have consumed thousands of children over the millennia. Your kind forget so easily and have no respect for the unseen worlds. You were different, however. You came from people with magic. It was so hard to get to you and if I tipped my hand prematurely, I'd have the weight of your ancestors, your protectors both physical and spiritual on my head. I couldn't have that. So, I was patient and I waited. Of course I could have had you when you were but a child. But where would be the fun in that?"

The little boy in the mirror became even more intimidating. He now had two gaping black holes where is eyes should have been. 

"You see Eric, I like to play with my food before I eat it. I find pleasure in not only betrayal but in the challenge. I lust to devour prey that can equal my strength. Why do you think I made you promise that you would continue to practice your natural abilities of magic? Why do you think that I gave you power? I needed you to become strong and powerful before I slaughtered you, spirit, mind and soul."

I smiled. 

I did listen to it. I did develop my abilities. Not just my natural magical abilities but my psychic abilities, too. I studied magics from other cultures, from the most ancient of civilizations and what the demon did not know was that I merged with many different pantheons. They became a part of me. The demon also didn't know that the power it gave me as a child, grew too. I developed the ability to feed on power. 

As it talked, I was feeding on it. I'm always feeding so as soon as he appeared in the mirror, I began consuming it. I was devouring it and it didn't even know.

"Now, I am going to devour you and your entire family. I think I'll drive you all insane as drink your health, your dreams and your happiness. I think..."

"Yes, you think what?" 

"What are you doing, Eric?"

"What do you mean?" I said coyly.

"Do not play coy with me you fucking insect! You dare try to feed on me? I am a child of forever! You are just human trash! A fucking blink of a dying man's eye! You are the food of my kind! You are nothing! I will swallow your..."

" Shut the fuck up, demon. You are an eternal fool with bad breath hiding behind whispers and shadow. You feed on the light that you and your ilk are no longer fit to bask in. You cannibalize your own in the darkest places of being and dine on your own excrement, than call humanity trash to make your existence seem superior when you are but one of a broken species that chose not to evolve. You are the dust that was left from a long dead universe. Your power, your timelessness, indeed your essence is but an echo of your own ruination. You are not fire and brimstone. You are nothing but shit and flatulence. I abjure you and shatter all that you are and all that you have done. I take your power. It was forfeit the moment you hatched your pathetic subterfuge. Now, let the ancient words I speak both rip you apart and incinerate your consciousness. I fragment the patchwork essence you pathetically call a soul. Oblivion is waiting for you, Eric."

I spoke in a whisper as not to awaken my sleeping family...

AKKADIAN EXORCISM: "KASPUM GIRRU, QAMU GIDIM KHUL, KASPUM GIRRU, QAMU GIDIM ALLAH KHUL. ASSALUIH KASPUM GIRRU, QAMU GIDIM KHUL.

QAMU, QAMU, QAMU."

TRANSLATION:  "SILVER FIRE, BURN THE EVIL ONE. SILVER FIRE, BURN THE EVIL GOD. ASSALUIH (Sumerian/Akkadian God of Exorcisms.) BURN THE EVIL ONE. BURN, BURN, BURN."

The demon, still looking like a frightful child, began to burn. At first defiantly screaming obscenities, threats, curses and promises of destruction. Than as it began to fall apart snd fade away it pleaded snd begged for me to stop trying to tempt me with wishes that it swore to grant. 

I just silently watched and fed on it's power and let it burn, as I gave it a tender smile. My eyes became a brilliant opalescent hue. My only wish was to be more powerful than the demon. 

Now, I am.

"About these false prophets, though..."

Painting by Luca Signorelli "The Devil talks with the Anti-Christ."

You'll know a false prophet by the lies they spout. Engaging you with theatrics, chicanery and  equivocation with venomous  eloquence, that poisons your heart and mind with doubts. 

A false prophet will convince you that hate is good and that love is bad. They will use your religion, your hopes, your weaknesses and your fears to control every thought you have. 

They speak shadow words that incite you, that excite you, that move you and ignite you. Casting an illusion of solidarity with others who also have fallen under the sway of shadow, just like you. 

The shadow words of a false prophet are designed to awaken your darker nature. Their intent is to control your soul and behavior. They seek to make you believe that not only do you need a savior but that they are that savior. They know most people would do anything for their savior which puts you and everybody else, in clear and present danger.

All false prophets share sociopathic narcissistic tendencies. They will demonize, mock and galvanize the masses against their enemies hoping that you never realize that true prophets, are rare and they never have enemies. Prophet's are usually killed by the people they are trying to save. Prophet's love without violence or inciting violence and for this unconditional love, they are fearless and brave. 

False prophets on the other hand, care about no one except themselves. Their passionate rhetoric works like dark spells in the sense that all it does is raise hell. They're  cowards. They lie and connive with their saccharine sweet cyanide laced diatribes. They're no better than the Snake oil peddlers who preyed on the settlers by promoting fear and acrimony. They are little more than forked tongued instigators, ego masturbators and two-faced meddlers.

False prophets can make the insane look sane and make the sane look profane. Remember that true humanity has nothing to do with fallacy or profanity. They'll make you second guess your sanity. They are the harbingers of chaos and calamity not by the hands of god or the devil but by the hands of men and women who have chosen to sacrifice their humanity. Sacrificing their conscience and soul for earthly power excusing their using of religion and GOD as a weapon, thinking that they are the chosen ones and perverting the Nazerene's original tenets, of true Christianity. 

Shadow words abound turning sister against sister and brother against brother. Making money the new god and man the new devil as we wage war on one another. 

Beware those that have hate in their heart and in the words they give their voice too. To love and to lead with love is a choice, to hate another because they are not like you, makes you spiritually vulnerable. Let's not forget that hate is a choice, too. 

You'll know a false prophet by the lies they spout. Engaging you with theatrics, chicanery and  equivocation with venomous  eloquence, that poisons your heart and mind with doubts. 

They speak shadow words that incite you, that excite you, that move you and ignite you. Casting an illusion of solidarity with others who also have fallen under the sway of shadow, just like you. 

The shadow words of a false prophet are designed to awaken your darker nature. Their intent is to control your soul and behavior. They seek to make you believe that not only do you need a savior but that they are that savior. They know most people would do anything for their savior which puts you and everybody else, in clear and present danger.

Before you are lulled into a state of somnambulance, wake up and take a good look at who you're listening too. Theology dictates that the bible was written by men after their savior, the son of GOD, was crucified again, by men. So, until proven otherwise, the only savior that can truly save you, is you.