The Frost Chronicles 7: The corridor of time 27 April 2025
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She waited in her house the whole evening and the day after but her half-father or father, the King of Marid did not return to see her. She wondered whether she should try sinking into the ground again to visit him but thought the better of it when remembering how the other Marid did not seem welcoming at all. She knew she could invoke her father rather than sinking into the ground but he had seemed busy and summoning was not the right way to do it anymore as it made the Marid appear against his will. She still realized that she had to talk to him about the time when everything had gone haywire before she had learnt to summon a Marid.
She decided grudgingly to sink into the ground again with the image of her father in mind so that she would be transported to his vicinity and surely enough she landed near a Marid circle where they were all conversing in a language that was not any of the languages she had heard spoken on Earth yet she felt strangely familiar with. She did not think she could reproduce the words but she could understand them. They were talking about a big flood that they were supposed to channel on Earth to wipe out all humans. Her father, who sat on the same throne in the middle that she had seen before, was trying to reason with them but the younger of the Marids (if you could really ascribe youth to them who lived for thousands of years) seemed to be very hostile to his logic.
Slowly the Marids at the edge of the circle grew aware of her presence and turned to stare at her. She tried to enter the circle but they encircled her and started closing in on her. She felt that this could be the end of her as the circle they had been forming was very thick and her father might not even realise that she was there and in danger. She could hear in the background the young Marid arguing sullenly between each other as they did not dare speak aloud against him. She started calling out to her father and put her hand on her mouth in shock as she was talking the language they spoke.
In an instant her father was near her and it seemed like both of them were sucked into a hole. They emerged on the other side and she realized that it was in her house but several years ago because her children were not there yet. Her father frowned and moved swiftly forward and they were sucked again into another hole. Again, on the other side, it was not her normal time as she looked with a mixture of awe and dread at the image of herself walking in the desert, just after one of those nights spent there a year ago. She could almost touch herself and just as she reached out to touch that image of herself her father moved again and they were sucked into another hole. They emerged on the other side and she could see herself in shock like she had been almost a year ago after she had discovered the “circus” that she had been subjected to and in front of her, watching her with curiosity, she could see two of her ex-colleagues. These two had sneakily become lovers despite each of them being married and not sharing the same cultural or religious identities and had always pretended to be just friends. She had not finished looking at them with that realization that had dawned upon her, before her father moved again swiftly and she found herself at home again.
They talked a lot about those shifts into older realities and she begged him to let her know how to achieve those shifts. He told her that, aside from Demons who could materialize anywhere at will, it was only the Djinn and their rulers, the Marids, who were able to go back and forth in time. He said that as she was half-Marid, it might be possible for her to do so but it was not necessarily something that would come to her naturally. He asked her to master her astral travel first and then perhaps, she could shift timelines physically as well. He warned her, however, that shifting into timelines might alter their consequences and she might also end up stuck in the corridor of time. When he left her, despite all his warnings, she realized that she just could not keep away from such a tempting experience. She was first going to intensify her astral travels and then try to increase the impact of her light being so that she became of less dense matter and could travel through the corridors of time.
Bill Laurance – Cables Rewired Official Video (ft. The Untold Orchestra)
Protection from enemies and prosperity 21 April 2025
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Those of you who have read all my blogs will know that I consider myself a white witch and that I have been healing people since 2014 quite successfully. They would also know that I first dreamt of the ancient Egyptian rites before I found out through google what they actually were and was able to use some of those wordings in prayers and spells. Since I actually bought the Egyptian Book of the Dead, I have re-arranged the rites to include a first prayer which I used upon myself yesterday – quite successfully I think.
Today I have derived a new prayer where I subject myself to the protection of Isis and Ra so as to be safeguarded against my ill-wishers and request of Isis to join her strength to that of Ra (by sitting next to him) and grant me prosperity that flows before them. After publishing this prayer, I shall also recite it a large number of times and see the outcome. I will of course also continue to read the book and seek more knowledge as well as more ways to use the rites for a positive outcome within the living. Here is the second prayer and I am also including some nice Egyptian music I was listening to.
The Book of the Dead can serve the Living 20 April 2025
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I first encountered the Egyptian rites within dreams when I was living in Dubai and words that actually represented these rites came into my dreams and then lingered during daytime. I started noting down all that was coming to my mind and then used them quite often in my blogging after I googled some of the words and realised that these were ancient Egyptian words, some of which were derived from the Egyptian Book of the Dead.
At the same time I was experimenting with these rites, I was also learning how to heal myself and others using the energy present in the Universe (I first started out with pranic healing in 2017 and then recently became a Reiki Master in 2024). I found out that some of the rites actually increased energy levels to incredible heights and some of the levels were not fully sustainable by our human bodies, most likely because they were meant to be directed towards our higher consciousness.
This past week, I decided to actually purchase the Book of the Dead in order to experiment with it until I could derive spells (those of you who have read all my blogs will know that I consider myself a white witch) that could harness levels of energy for healing that would be sustainable by the human body yet be linked with our higher consciousness. It seemed to me that fully comprehending the rites and re-forming them to make them apply to the living by adding some words or removing others would be a good basis for healing spells. I am at the beginning of this journey of discovery and will obviously only use myself as test subject.
After some initial trials, I realised that one good possibility to harness spiked energy levels would be to put myself as test subject under the protection of the Gods of Egypt (sit among the Gods) while at the same time working towards making my oversoul connect with my Earthen consciousness. I am still at the beginning of the book and it holds many secrets which I yearn to discover quickly but I know I will have to be patient as I must take care of my daily tasks such as my job and all the other things I do. My first trial at my ambitious task is reproduced in the below recording. As and when I combine different portions of rites from various parts of the book, I will publish the resulting recording.
Pencil drawing of my brother’s daughter 17 April 2025
It was recently my niece’s birthday and I had seen a few pictures of her published with the birthday wishes. She is a beautiful girl and was also a beautiful baby. Her picture as a baby appealed to me so I decided to draw her. I did not have much time as I was coordinating some repairs in the place where I will be living soon so it is not as well crafted as I wanted it to be.
I had a bit of trouble with the eyes as the glancing upward effect in the photograph had me puzzled as to how to reproduce it. I decided to stay with a somewhat level gaze instead of an upward one as I simply was not getting it. I used only pencils 4h and 5b for this portrait. I hope you like it.
And as always, mixing the visual, sometimes the spoken but always an audio of the moment, I give you a song which I was listening to when I got the inspiration to draw the portrait.
When you are into healing (whether the planet, people, yourself or other sentient beings), there comes a time in your life when the concept of having a great time out with friends bears not much of a sense to you anymore. It is not that you don’t like your friends anymore or don’t want to be with them, it is just that the concept of “hanging out” as perceived by your friends bears no kinship with the meaning of having a good time as you envision it.
This is not something that I have always been experiencing as there was a time when I would not mind “hanging out” with friends (both male and female) and being silly and having fun. I still don’t mind having fun but the awkwardness that has crept into this having fun where people find it necessary to plaster their facebook, Instagram, tiktok or other more physical walls with stills or videos of them screaming, gesticulating or performing other wild actions and voice streams just does not appeal to me anymore – if it ever had really appealed to me. I also tire of some whose narcissistic display goes beyond conveying just a photo of them feeling happy but includes several videos of face and increasingly naked body shots of themselves with different kinds of music. Result is unfollow, unfollow, unfollow…
Beyond that slight growing distaste of the splashing of these sometimes crude moments (I have seen some displaying the main character throw up repeatedly to the chorus of her friends laughing) for others to see as if they would not be satisfactory in and of themselves but would only take on meaning if others were to look at them and enjoy them, endorsing this enjoyment by a like applied to this display, I realised that I was growing tired of this whole type of exterior itself. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind people sharing nice moments when they are happy or landscapes of where they have been and I too take photos that I post on Instagram or facebook but they don’t go beyond conveying this positive message. The almost fake screaming and going wild to compete with other streams where people seem wild has just become too much of drama to bear, especially when I compared it to the seemingly endless suffering of other human beings in distress whether because of war, hunger, both or other reasons.
I started slowly realising that I not only don’t enjoy these crude or sad messages anymore but I simply feel the need to withdraw from these manifestations of an overwhelming desire to appear to have fun – for the sake of the camera – and forget the fun itself. Unfollow.. unfollow… The resulting stream on facebook and Instagram is mainly of my extended family, some good friends and some meaningful videos put together by organisations that want to convey a message.
Nowadays, I mostly enjoy actual artsy moments with people singing, dancing or drawing/painting and most of all, I enjoy watching children having fun on and off camera. The view of nature (whether landscapes, birds or animals) also appeals to me far more than the forced enjoyment of human beings. I find that in my life as well, I interact more and more with children and nature and my only interactions with older human beings are for my daily work, the times when I go to the gym and of course when I walk outside or heal people.
My healing of people would have become all-encompassing if I did not have a daily job. I feel compelled to do it and am so much happier when I can dedicate my time to healing others, myself and Mother Earth. It is sometimes so strong that when I merely think of healing somebody else and have not yet started the healing, that person would send me a message saying they feel so much better. I wonder whether it is the placebo effect or the fact that with the strong intention being outside of time, the effect was already manifesting itself before I had begun (a quantum level of healing).
Plunging into this healing world and my inner thoughts, meditation and awareness has made me distance myself more and more from the outer world. It is as if that world were disappearing into a great void, a black hole yet at the same time it burns as bright as an enormous flame. I sometimes wonder whether I would open my eyes and see that there was nothing around anymore, just emptiness and a new world rebuilding, much better than it was. Then I open my eyes and see more killing, more pain, more fear and again gear myself towards healing, inward, outward, all-encompassing. I heal and I keep my faith in human beings because before some wound or a cumulative array of wounds forced them into a warped sense of adulthood that lost the inner child, they were children too.
Pencil drawing of a third smiling boy 3 April 2025
Smiling boy drawn by me
I found another beautiful photograph of a smiling boy in the database I had subscribed to and decided to try drawing him today. I feel that my drawing of boys has improved since I started with the small sad boy.
This time I decided to dedicate more time to the shading/blending and drawing of the hair. I am not sure the technique I used to make the sun-kissed hair stand out but I tried my best. I hope you like this pencil portrait because I really like it this time. I think I will start drawing adult male portraits in a few weeks after I have settled into my final accommodation.
And as always, mixing the visual, sometimes the spoken but always an audio of the moment, I give you a song which I was listening to when I got the inspiration to draw the portrait.
Smiling boy drawn by me
Ruby Sinclair – Midnight Lullaby (Soulful Blues Ballad)
I found a beautiful photograph of a boy in the database I had subscribed to and decided to try drawing him. As I mentioned before boys and men represent a particular challenge for me as I am mainly used to drawing female subjects. I thought that I should still challenge myself and try to improve my drawing of male subjects.
Again, I was drawn to the eyes and concentrated most of my attention to them. The rest of the drawing, especially the T-shirt was done with more haste and less attention to detail. I hope you like the pencil portrait all the same.
And as always, mixing the visual, sometimes the spoken but always an audio of the moment, I give you a song which I was listening to when I got the inspiration to draw the portrait.
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