Incantation of the “POWER OF THE HUNDRED HANDERS"

“POWER OF THE HUNDRED HANDERS”

This spell is excellent when attempting to overcome insurmountable odds or opposition. It also great for power raising and increasing one’s own vitality strength. This spell can be used for protection, exorcisms’, magical defense or battle. They have many other uses but these are the only ones that you need to know.

The Hundred Handed Ones or the Hundred Handers are to be referred by their true native names: Hecatonchires, Hakatonkheires the true pronounciation is “HEKA TAWN KEE REHZ " 

Their names were Briareus Βριάρεως the Vigorous, also called Aigaion Αιγαίων (Latinized as Aegaeon) the "sea goat", Cottus Κόττος the Striker or the Furious, and Gyges Γύγης (or Gyes) the Big-Limbed. If some natural phenomena are symbolized by the Hecatonchires then they may represent the gigantic forces of nature that appear in earthquakes and other convulsions or in the motion of sea waves (Mayer, Die Giganten und Titanen, 1887). "each of them having a hundred hands and fifty heads" the three Hecatonchires became the guards of the gates of Tartarus. They are the forgers of the Lightening spears of Zeus. They gave this power to Zeus to over come the Titans during the Titanomacy or War of the Totans against the Olympian Gods. They are Givers of Power to the righteous.

THE INCANTATION:
 
EX TERRA PROFUNDUS, EX OCEANUS PROFUNDUS, EX OBSCURITAS PROFUNDUS TE INVOCARE HEKATONKHEIRES! MAGNUS HEKATONKHEIRES BRIAREUS, AIGAION! MAGNUS HEKATONKHEIRES KOTTUS! MAGNUS HEKATONKHEIRES GYGES! TUUS QUIS DEFENSIBILIS OMNIS CAELES DE OLYMPUS. AUDIRE ME! 

HEKATONKHEIRES AUDIRE ME! Translation: From the deep earth, from the deep ocean, from the deep darkness I invoke the Hundred handed ones! The Great hundred hander, BRIAREUS, AIGAION! The Great hundred hander, KOTTUS! The Great hundred hander, GYGES! You who defended all Gods of Olympus! Hear me! Hundred handed ones hear me!

EX TERRA PROFUNDUS, EX OCEANUS PROFUNDUS, EX OBSCURITAS PROFUNDUS TE INVOCARE HEKATONKHEIRES! MAGNUS HEKATONKHEIRES BRIAREUS, AIGAION! MAGNUS HEKATONKHEIRES KOTTUS! MAGNUS HEKATONKHEIRES GYGES! TUUS QUIS DEFENSIBILIS OMNIS CAELES DE OLYMPUS. AUDIRE ME! HEKATONKHEIRES AUDIRE ME!

 
Translation: From the deep earth, from the deep ocean, from the deep darkness I invoke the Hundred handed ones! The Great hundred hander, BRIAREUS, AIGAION! The Great hundred hander, KOTTUS! The Great hundred hander, GYGES! You who defended all Gods of Olympus! Hear me! Hundred handed ones hear me!

DONARE ME TUUS MAGNUS POTESTAS, CENTIMANI, HEKATONKHEIRES, DEFENDERE ME, DONARE ME TUUS MAGNUS ET SACER CUSTODIA CONTRA ADVERSARIAE CONSPICUUS ET ADVERSARIAE APSCONDITUS! DONARE ME TUUS MAGNUS POTESTAS AD PUGNAE PROELI MEUS. NEMO POSSE VINCERE MAGNUS ANTICUS CONPELLO PTESTAS DE HEKATONKHEIRES. DONARE ME TUUS VIS, TUUS, CONPELLO, TUUS PRAESENTIA ET TUUS POTESTAS SUPRA CAELUM, TERRA, AQUA ET IGNIS. 

Translation: Grant me your power, hundred handed ones! Defend me, grant me your sacred protection against enemies seen and unseen. Grant me your great power to fight my battles. Nobody can defeat the great ancient compelling power of the Hundred handed ones. Grant me your strength, your power to compel, your presence and your power over sky, earth, water and fire.

AMBULO CUM ME INTRO MEA VITA PRO OMNIS MEA DIEI ET OMNIS MEA NOCTIS. TE DARE DENARIUS MODERNUS, TE DARE ANTICUS ET MODERNUS LUMEN ET DARE SUFFIMENTI DULCIS PRO TUUS OFFERTORIAE. DEFENDERE ME, DONARE ME VIS EX TUUS CENTUS MANNAE! PUGNAE PRO ME! DONARE ME TUUS POTESTAS PROINDE ME POSSE VINCERE OMNIS ADVORSARIAE MEUS. 

Translation: Walk with me in my life for all my days and all my nights. I give thee modern coins, ancient and modern light and I give thee incense for your offerings! Defend me, grant me strength from your hundred hands! Fight for me! Grant me your power so I can defeat all my enemies.

EX TERRA PROFUNDUS, EX OCEANUS PROFUNDUS, EX OBSCURITAS PROFUNDUS TE INVOCARE HEKATONKHEIRES! MAGNUS HEKATONKHEIRES BRIAREUS, AIGAION! MAGNUS HEKATONKHEIRES KOTTUS! MAGNUS HEKATONKHEIRES GYGES! TUUS QUIS DEFENSIBILIS OMNIS CAELES DE OLYMPUS. AUDIRE ME! HEKATONKHEIRES AUDIRE ME!
 
Translation: From the deep earth, from the deep ocean, from the deep darkness I invoke the Hundred handed ones! The Great hundred hander, BRIAREUS, AIGAION! The Great hundred hander, KOTTUS! The Great hundred hander, GYGES! You who defended all Gods of Olympus! Hear me! Hundred handed ones hear me!

"TOMMY BOY" short story

Written in 1996

"TOMMY BOY" 

by 

Alberto Kennedy

"Café Sienna was my favorite coffee shop. It has long since closed but I made so many friends and had so many experiences there that I am at times overwhelmed with nostalgia when I walk by where it used to be. I can remember one day in particular I was enjoying my solitude and allowed my mind to wander as I people watched and savored the decadent flavor of my mocha. The rich, thick chocolate tempered by the heat and espresso. It is a combination that exhilarates my palate. I remember a young man not more than 25 years old who sat silently in his wheel chair at the far side of the enclosed patio not but 10 feet away from me and he was surrounded by other friends of his who where developmentally challenged. Like him. I could tell because the conversations they held were regarding their comic book purchases, the best McDonald’s meals and who had done well in their classes. Conversations one has when one is in elementary. A child's conversation. Innocent, sweet and untouched by the ravages of life. Their caretaker was there and she was quite good at capturing their interest. I could tell they liked her. The young man in the wheel chair caught my eye however because he was the only one not taking part in his groups discussions. I made sure that I did not stare but rather gaze from a peripheral point of view.

He sat there silently. I could tell he wanted to be elsewhere. My heart went out to the guy. I couldn't help but lightly scan his mind telepathically. I was curious as to what could trouble such a simple and innocent mind. I gleaned that he missed some one. He missed someone close to him and felt abandoned. I felt sad for him and felt his sadness and pain. It hurt. He hurt. I heard his caretaker ask him "Tommy you seem kind of quiet today. Are you Okay?” She was trying to coax him out of his mood."Yeah, I'm okay." he said stuttering the words out as best he could. His caretaker added " I know you were supposed to hang out with your dad today, are you a little sad because he wasn't able to see you? She was trying to help him deal with his emotions. I thought that was insightful and sweet of her. I instantly liked her. "Yeah, but it's Okay my dad is really busy with work and he has to work allot. It's okay." His eyes watered as he turned away struggling quietly to keep his tears in place. "Well, don't worry Tommy you'll see him next weekend." she said giving him hope and acknowledging not to press too deeply. She was compassionate and I was impressed with her ability to empathize.

Right when I began to focus on my own inner thoughts and fall away into my own worlds beneath the conscious realms of my mind I saw an older man walk up to the group and stood their looking at Tommy with apologetic eyes and his hands in his pockets. He just stood there and waited for Tommy to acknowledge him. Tommy's caretaker said, "Oh, look whose hear Tommy!" Tommy snapped back to reality and slowly looked up and his eyes lit up and he gave off a smile that was like a child who saw Santa Clause for the first time or a child who was given something he has always wanted. His Eyes began to water a little but he kept it in check and he blurted out shyly but ecstatic "Daddy you came to get me!! Hi Daddy!" My eyes needless to say became red as I was beating back my tears behind my lids with a fury. His father said "Hello Tommy. I wanted to come and say hi to you and your friends. I am sorry I cancelled our day." It's Okay Daddy. I know you’re really really busy." Tommy said accepting his father's apology. "I know I get real busy sometimes with work Tommy but your more important to me than work and I love you so I promise I am going to spend more time with you son. Can we still have our day today? I really miss you." His father said with his voice almost cracking and his eyes welling up like when you realize you have something to live for and you never saw it before. "Okay! Bye guys I am going to hang out with my Daddy!" Tommy said proud and triumphantly. The way a proud child shows off his parent to his peers. His Father excused himself and pushed Tommy on his wheel chair off in to the distance. As the streams of salty water flowed down my face I thanked God above for making one, at Least One of Tommy's dreams come true. There is a lot of beauty in this world and the fact that I witnessed this made me feel closer to it. I just wanted to share this story with you. I still cry every time I tell this story. Tears of pure emotion and happiness for another person. This is a TRUE Story.

URBAN POEM / RAP ENTITLED "LIKE THAT RABBIT THAT WAS VELVETINE..."

I AM NOT NEW TO MANY SCENES ROUTINES, REALITIES THE WORLDS OF CUT THROATS, HUSTLERS AND THE GENERALLY OBSCENE. I KEEP MY GAME PRISTINE. I MAKE MY PROPHECIES MANIFIEST LIKE CELESTINE. I MAKE MY DREAMS REALITY LIKE THAT RABBIT THAT WAS VELVETINE.

NEW GANGSTAS ROCK A SUIT AND A TIE; THEY LIKE TO LIE AND TAKE YOUR MONEY, YOUR HOME YA LIFE AND NEVER TELL YOU WHY. THEY BE SLICK AND SLY, THE KIND OF MEN AND WOMEN THAT WOULD SELL THEIR MAMA FOR A GRAND AND STRAIGHT LAUGH IN HER EYES.

THEY BE THE KIND OF PEOPLE THAT DON’T GIVE A DANM ABOUT THE POOR. BORN WITH A SILVER SPOON IN THEIR MOUTH ALL THEY’VE WANTED IS MORE. IN THEIR GENETIC SEED, LIES GREED KILLING ANYHTING PURE, CREATING A CANCEROUS HATE INSIDE NOBODY CAN CURE.

HUSTLER’S NOW DAYS VIE TO GET ALL YOU GOT. ALWAYS SOMETHING UP THEY SLEEVE. THEY CONIVE AND DECEIVE, MAKING YOU WANT TO BELIEVE THAT THEY ARE THE VICTIMS, THE BROKEN BUT THEY JUST INTELLIGENT THEIVES.

HONOR IS A DISH THAT THEY JUST CAN’T TASTE, THEY CHOKE ON IT’S FLAVOR TRYING TO SWALLOW IN HASTE FORGETTING ITS EASY TO SHOW YOUR ASS BUT PRIDE AND DIGNITY DENOTE CLASS AND TASTE.

MY DIGNITY IS NOT AN ANCHOR BUT A SHIELD AND A SWORD, BOTH HERE AND ABROAD, I KEEP IT CLOSE TO REMIND ME I DO MY JOB FOR MY JOB, NEVER LIVE FOR APPLAUSE, IT’S KIND OF ODD, HOW PEOPLE STRIVE TO BE DEIFIED IN THIS DAY AND AGE BUT YET, STILL REFUSE TO BELIEVE IN GOD.

FORGIVE ME. IT’S NOT MY PLACE TO PREACH. I’M BETTER AT DROPPING A SPELL, MIGHT AS WELL; HELP MY TRIBE WITH WHAT I KNOW SINCE ACCORDING TO MOST I’M DESTINED TO BURN IN HELL. SEE. I’VE BEEN DEIFIED AND DEMONIZED SINCE THE AGE OF TWENTY FIVE, I’VE ALREADY CRIED AND DIED, NOW I KEEP IT LIVE, WITH WISODM THAT RESSURECTED MY SPIRIT AND SOUL, SO NOW? I CHOOSE TO SURVIVE AND STAY ALIVE.

I AM NOT NEW TO MANY SCENES, ROUTINES, REALITIES THE WORLDS OF CUT THROATS, HUSTLERS AND THE GENERALLY OBSCENE. I KEEP MY GAME PRISTINE. I MAKE MY PROPHECIES MANIFIEST LIKE CELESTINE. I MAKE MY DREAMS REALITY LIKE THAT RABBIT THAT WAS VELVETINE. KNOW WHAT I MEAN?

I SEE MYSELF SECOND TO NONE. I’M EQUAL TO ANYONE, EVERYONE, EVERY MAN, WOMAN, DAUGHTER AND EVERY SON. BOUND BY ONE LOVE WE ARE ALL ONE PEOPLE, WHY IS SO HARD TO BE HUMANE THEN TO LIVE LIFE FOUL AND EVIL? WHY DO SOME BELIEVE KINDNESS IS A SYNONYM FOR THE MENTALLY FEEBLE?

THOUGH I TRY TO BE KIND, I TEND TO SPIT TRUTH OUT LIKE VENOM FROM A COBRA, I’M SERIOUS, I’M INCLINED TO GET PASSIONATE AND FURIOUS. LIKE SEKHMET, I POSSESS A SOLAR DISK ABOVE MY HEAD WRAPPED AND BLESSED WITH A UREAUS. I’M CURIOUS…

WHEN DID HATE STOP BEING A SOCIAL MALADY AND START BEING A COMMODITY? IT’S EASY TO CALL SOMEONE DIFFERENT THEN YOURSELF AN ODDITY, OBVIOUSLY SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME, RIGHT? DRESSED TO THE NINES, LOOKING FINE IN PUMPS AND A DRESS, I MUST BE SICK IN THE HEAD RIGHT? I MEAN FUCK I GOTTA BE.

COMMENTS LIKE THOSE REALLY DON’T EVEN BOTHER ME. OKAY MAYBE IT DOES A LITTLE BUT IF ALL YOU CAN DO IS CLOWN CONCENTUAL SODOMY? IT’S MORE APPALLINGLY APPARENT, LIVING YOUR OWN LIFE IS WARE YOUR ATTENTION OUGHTTA BE.

LIKE JILL SCOTT SAY I’M A BE WHO I BE, SO YOU BE WHO YOU BE, I NEVER RUN FROM OPPOSITION AND I DON’T HAVE A GANG SO MY NAME IS NOT SCOOBY, I BE THE BARONESS , IF YOU GOING TO DO ME THEN DO ME, WHEN I PROTECT MY FAMILY? NO WAY YOU GETTING PAST ME, SO YOU GOTS TO GO THROUGH ME.

I AM NOT NEW TO MANY SCENES ROUTINES, REALITIES THE WORLDS OF CUT THROATS, HUSTLERS AND THE GENERALLY OBSCENE. I KEEP MY GAME PRISTINE. I MAKE MY PROPHECIES MANIFIEST LIKE CELESTINE. I MAKE MY DREAMS REALITY LIKE THAT RABBIT THAT WAS VELVETINE.

Torn angel…

Torn angel…

Tears of blood roll down the empty ocular orifices where my eyes were once housed. The smell of blood, sweat and death fills the black smoke stained air. The screams. The screams of the fallen. Those that fell in battle. Their side and ours. The screams are so loud, coming from everywhere. Angry, painful, scared and insane screams that make me sick to my stomach to hear and bear witness to.

I can barely stand let alone hobble forward though I try. Using my sword as a cane to keep me upright. Under my left arm I carry my heavy blood soaked wing. Hacked clean off during battle. There is no help for me here. There is no help for anyone here. This battlefield is eternal and unending. These screams will continue to be sung until the end of time. This battle has existed for 4 or 5 billion years. This battle is as old as the Universe itself. This war is just as strong as it was then. It’s rage is eternal.

I fall to the ground and struggle using my sword to push myself upward again, swaying a little but still managing to continue forward, I know I won’t be able to make it to the end of this battle. I am spent. There are still trillions of legions of my kin that will bleed and spill blood. The blood of the infidels. Though they have an equal eternal supply of reinforcements as well. I regret that I will not be united with our children. The children we are fighting for so many aeons of light years away. It was our tribe that hid them. It was our tribe that seeded the newborn planet with life and our genetic markers hidden within them. It was us that manipulated the ecological factors that nurtured and supported their growth. I would have really liked to see them. How they have grown. How they have matured and what they have retained from us. How I have wondered if they have gleaned the gifts hidden deep with within their genes. I would have really liked to have seen them. To warn them. Of this war. This war over who will be the ones to harvest the children of the next Universe. Who would harvest them in the fullness of time? We are coming for them. But so are they. Hence the war.

I fall one last time dropping my torn wing from my arms being able to hang on to it no longer. My eyes leak one more drop of blood for the children I will never know and I lay my weary head down on the red damp ground for the last time and finally…finally I know what peace is. Peace is a land far away from the screams and hurt that has lasted countless lifetimes and countless generations. This land is called silence.

Akadian / Sumerian Incantation (EXCORSISM)

Akadian / Sumerian Incantation (EXCORSISM)

“SILVER FIRE” / "KASPUM GIRRU"Ellum sespu kaspum girru Kashad gidim Xul! Ellum sespu kaspum girru Kashad Maskim Xul! Ellum sespu kaspum girru Kashad Gigim Xul! Ellum sespu kaspum girru Kashad Alla Xul!

Translation: (HOLY POWERFUL SILVER FIRE CONQUER THE EVIL SPIRIT, HOLY POWERFUL SILVER FIRE CONQUER THE EVIL PERSON, HOLY POWERFUL SILVER FIRE CONQUER THE EVIL POWER, HOLY POWERFUL SILVER FIRE CONQUER THE EVIL GOD!)

Danatum kaspum girru sharakum sespu u emqum u asar su’ati dalkhu qamu!

Translation: (POWERFUL SILVER FIRE, GIVE TO ME POWER AND WISODM AND THE ALL SEEING EYES SO THAT DEMONS MAY BURN.)

Qamu amelnakru genii (pronounciation jen-eye) Qamu amelnakru zini Qamu, Qamu, Qamu!

Translation: (Burn enemy spirit, burn enemy spirit of the wind, burn, burn, burn!)
Ellum sespu kaspum girru Kashad gidim Xul! Ellum sespu kaspum girru Kashad Maskim Xul! Ellum sespu kaspum girru Kashad Gigim Xul! Ellum sespu kaspum girru Kashad Alla Xul!

Translation: (HOLY POWERFUL SILVER FIRE CONQUER THE EVIL SPIRIT, HOLY POWERFUL SILVER FIRE CONQUER THE EVIL PERSON, HOLY POWERFUL SILVER FIRE CONQUER THE EVIL POWER, HOLY POWERFUL SILVER FIRE CONQUER THE EVIL GOD!)

Melammu summu nura qamu amelnakru! Nadu summu nura ina etutu!

Translation:(AWE INSPIRING LIGHT BURN THE ENEMY! BRING LIGHT INTO DARKNESS!)

(EXCORCISM / SPELL) INVOCATION TO HEKATE

Hécate

(EXCORCISM / SPELL)Ferox Hecate, Ferox Hecate, Ferox Hecate, Ferox, Hecate, Ferox Hecate, Ferox Hecate venire foras! donatus me tuus sacer custodia! Donatus me tuus magnus potestas et sapientia!

TRANSLATION: Hecate the warlike, Hecate the warlike, Hecate the warlike, Hecate the warlike, Hecate the warlike, Hecate the warlike, Hecate the warlike! Come forth and grant me your sacred protection! Grant me your great power and wisdom!

Hecate Mater Dea de Luna et veneficium magia venire foras cum argentum ignis! Tegere omnis, defendere omnis, Dare me tuus sacer potestas, tuus sacer custodia divina! Dare tuus venia ad me, mea originis et mea amicitae! Benedictionalis!

TRANSLATION: Hecate, Mother Goddess of the Moon and of Sorcery come forth with silver fire! Protect all, defend all, give me your sacred power, your sacred and divine protection! Give your favor to my family and my friends! Blessings!

Argentum ignis de luna magnus uro animae malum,uro omnis daemonae et uro omnis mortae malum! Argentum ignis de luna uro animae malum, uro daemonae et uro omnis mortae malum! Argentum ignis de luna uro animae malum, uro daemonae et uro omnis mortae malum!

TRANSLATION: Silver fire of the full moon burn spirit, demon and all evil dead! Silver fire of the full moon burn evil spirits, evil demons and all evil dead! Silver fire of the full moon burn evil spirits, demons and all evil dead! Silver fire of the full moon burn evil spirit, demon and all evil dead!

Hecate virginis, Hecate Mater, Hecate Atavia te citus! Venire foras et significavi tuus potestas intro mea vita! Audire me! Hecate virginis, Hecate Mater, Hecate Atavia te citus! Venire foras et significavi tuus potestas intro mea vita! Pro omnis aeternitas!

TRANSLATION: Hecate the virgin, Hecate the Mother, Hecate the thrice great Grandmother I call thee! Come forth and show your power in my life! Hear me! Hecate the virgin, Hecate the Mother, Hecate the thrice great Grandmother I call thee! Come forth and show your power in my life! For all eternity!

Cum potestas coercitiva de argentum ignis uro omnis malum intro mea vita! Te expellere! Uro omnis animae malum te expellere! Uro omnis mortae malum intro mea vita te expellere! Uro omnis daemonae intro mea vita te expellere! Cum vis potestas de ferox Hecate trismegistus et luna magnus te imperium obscuritas arquu, sucumbere aut uro ex mea argentum ignis. Fortissimus argentum ignis de Hecate Trismegistus.

TRANSLATION: By the compelling power of silver fire I burn all evil within my life. Burn all evil spirits and all evil dead within my life. Cum vis potestas de ferox Hecate thrice great and the full moon, I command darkness to bow, surrender or burn from my silver fire. Powerful silver fire of Hecate the thrice great.