Shower me in rain – AI Song (Blues, Cinematic, Folk, Indie Versions) | Suno AI (my lyrics, my voice) 16 May 2026
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## 🧠 ABOUT THE PROCESS
I transformed this original poem by adapting it into lyrics that were then used for an AI-generated song using Suno, featuring my voice. Below you’ll find part of the original poem, the revised lyrics, and the AI-generated musical version.
## 📜 ORIGINAL POEM
This poem reflects upon the tension between an inward, deeply personal relationship with the Divine and the constraints that may arise from institutionalised forms of spirituality and religious authority. It explores how rigid systems of belief may prioritise conformity and submission over genuine inner elevation, reflection and spiritual awakening. The poem also considers how following an individual path toward spiritual truth may lead to isolation, misunderstanding and emotional suffering when confronted with collective expectations and established structures of thought.
Have it all Bursting seams whispered Pack in bulge We indulge Preserving by ingestion All the holiness
[Verse] Bursting seams whispered pack in bulge Have it all, eat, as we indulge Ingestion preserved, I confess swallowing hard all holiness
[Verse] In moments of sighs, the respite I breathe out the stains in the might of the paths trodden so ghastly Grudges held, forgiveness lengthy
[Verse] Breathing in toxins speaks agony What bosoms bore not in plenty My scream hurls off dilated chests my suffering held up in crests
[Chorus] Of Love infinite, Land of Perth in upward move rekindles birth takes mind off, woodlands blazing pain Soft heal me, shower me in rain
[Verse] The words ripped off I reclaim eye the shorn back, redemption in sky whip up a new back to redeem semblance of what I may then seem
[Verse] Perfection, Art of plentiful subtle nuances beautiful Look within fallen chest that heaves nothing for the mass just dried leaves
[Chorus] Of Love infinite, Land of Perth in upward move rekindles birth Takes mind off, woodlands blazing pain Soft heal me, shower me in rain
## 🎧 AI SONG
Listen to how this poem transforms into music across different styles:
### 🎸 Blues version A blues interpretation emphasising raw emotion and expressive character. Shower me in rain – AI Blues Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🎬 Cinematic version A cinematic interpretation emphasising atmosphere and emotional intensity. Shower me in rain – AI Cinematic Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌾 Folk version A folk interpretation of the song, focusing on acoustic textures and a more intimate, stripped-down sound that highlights the lyrical and emotional core. Shower me in rain – AI Folk Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
### 🌿 Indie version An indie interpretation with a softer, reflective tone, incorporating plaintive cello and violin sounds for a distinctive indie sound. Shower me in rain – AI Indie Song | My Original Lyrics, My Voice (Suno AI)
## 🎼 ABOUT THESE VERSIONS
This piece has been interpreted across multiple musical styles using Suno AI, exploring how the same lyrics evolve through Blues, Cinematic, Folk and Indie influences.
A couple of weeks ago, I went to the circle in the spiritualist centre of the town I live in. This was the first time I went to such a meeting and I was surprised when I got messages for one of the people in the group. I had experienced seeing ghosts as a child but I had never received disincarnate messages that were so precise and unrelated to something I could actually see. The lady for whom the messages were intended said that 95% of what she received through me was accurate and she expected that some of the messages were going to be useful in dealing with a certain relationship in the fall.
Like when I was a child and had finally realised that what I saw was a ghost and not a living person, this time too I was hesitant to re-establish a bond with the spirit world that transcended the mere sphere of dreaming. Indeed, I had had - since a young age - dreams of myself being a priestess in ancient Egypt and while I did not remit what it was as a child, I found out during my adolescence the meaning of the symbols I saw in my dreams. Some of the dreams in my adulthood and later years included myself speaking words that I later found out to be from ancient Egypt.
The experience I had lately was compounded by the words of a medium who spoke about my ability for healing and emphasized that I was to establish a greater bond with the spirit world. In order to re-assess the scope of what was happening and also to create some distance or space for me to be able to decide how to move forward, I decided to pause my visits to the circle. Indeed, this circle was meant for individuals who wanted to develop their inner gifts and while I had gone there to increase my ability to heal, I ended up with something that was quite different from what I expected.
The medium, whom I had been in contact with during the regular Thursday meetings of the centre, had mentioned that I was using in my healing information that I was getting from the spirit world and was blending this with the healing that I had been trained to do (Pranic healing and Reiki) as well as with the natural abilities I had. I knew of these natural abilities as they had helped heal my father earlier – before I even knew that I had the ability to heal. It therefore seemed that even though I was not consciously aware of it, I was already getting messages from the spirit world and using it in my healing, which meant that I could also use these messages to communicate important matters to the living around me.
I will be off work this week as I took time off to be with my sons who are visiting me from Geneva but I intend to attend the Wednesday circle meeting to see how things evolve. If I start getting more and more messages like the first time I attended the circle, then I guess I will leave it to develop into an actual mediumship ability, the spirit world willing. I will write more about this as things evolve one way or the other.
Ma’at - Spiritual Music of Ancient Egypt | Meditation, Prayer, Relaxation, Healing Ambient Sound
People speak about the ego as being one of the main things to conquer in this world. They talk of it as some kind of internal enemy that does not allow one to attain higher moral grounds. Many self-help books talk about “killing the ego” in order to attain a higher level of spirituality. A lot of these books give tips about how to kill your ego, some of them giving tips such as self-chastising in order to reduce the imprint of the ego on oneself and become less a “slave to it”. While I see the wisdom in some of them, albeit in a less marginalizing way, I tend to have a different approach to the ego.
It seems to me that having an ego is necessary in order to stay within this plane, concentrated as it is on allowing us to go through physical experiments. Indeed, if we had no ego, remaining on this plane would prove to be very difficult as we would be too spiritual to maintain a link with this densely material world. It’s anyone’s guess on how we would be able to survive in this world if we had no ego left. My experimentation with my ego has led me to believe that it is something that one has to tame rather than constrain and rather than trying to live in a state of self-repression, I think we ought to give the ego some leeway so that it allows us to progress in our search for spirituality rather than opposing all our efforts.
There was a time when I tried the constraining technique and found that rather than allowing me to fully attain higher levels of spirituality, I just felt out of sync with myself and unable to retain my grasp on the world. While it was true that I did progress somewhat on the spiritual level, it was also true that my material needs were not met as I tended to lose my job and had a hard time finding another quickly. This then led to an abrupt stop of the spiritual progress as I tried to grapple with the situation and reach a new level of material comfort. Perhaps if I had pursued my research of spirituality and not given in to the fear of material loss, I could have attained higher levels of spirituality but I felt that it was not yet time to give this up.
At a later stage in life, as I sought to tame my ego by providing it with what it needed but not letting it take over my sense of moral values and search of spirituality, I found that this yielded better results and I was able to access, slowly, higher levels of spirituality. The impression I had was that I was pursuing a helicoidal path of spirituality, all the while nourishing my ego just enough to keep it cooperative with my spiritual aim. It was as if the ego was a constant at the center, fed and feeling well, while I twirled around this centerpiece, always aiming for higher levels of understanding and evolution.
The more I kept the ego central and happy, the less resistance it opposed to my spiritual evolution. It became like a wary friend, watching me from behind as I progressed, not realizing that I was going higher than it as it watched me spin but thinking that I was just in front of it. As I move on with this experimentation with my ego, I’d like to believe that at some point there would be a sort of osmosis where my ego would not be something that I observe from outside in order to tame it but rather something that automatically adjusts to only give me a lifeline to the material world while never getting in the way of my spiritual evolution. It would then become a truly trusted friend and not a frenemy.
Ethereal
construct of machine
my memories
wiped so clean
I grapple with loss of real
arbitrary seal
Man no more
nor woman to see
images
slowly flee
areas of me flouted
through cables routed
Hum through me
I remember times
when my ghost
drummed up rhymes
I walked in a saddened crowd
Screaming out aloud
Reading of the poem:
Morose thoughts
find a renewed glow
Daffodils
growing slow;
they splatter sunlight upon
the shores of my heart
Orange seeds
harken to new start
Diluted
misgivings
shaken into silken reeds
cloak my back new wings
I see change
some hard some lighter
Woven Time
knitted through
vibrancy of my spirit
in door which they lit
Reading of the poem:
The Frost chronicles 1 : The summoning of the Marid
21 January 2019
Courtesy reddit.com
From the day she had heard the terrible news about her son she was distraught. A few weeks after the initial diagnosis she had realised that the insurance would not continue to pay the costs of the treatment. They paid only for the chemotherapy but not for the stem cell transplants nor for some of the blood and platelet transfusions. She had wondered where to get the money and had been desperate initially as her salary would not cover such huge costs but ultimately she had made up her mind to get the money by all means.
In the beginning she had sold off all her diamond jewelry she had acquired over the years but when that was not enough, she realised she needed more of the same as it was a very easy item to sell. She was unable to borrow any money or jewelry from her friends and had no family left to help her so she found herself in a desperate enough situation to resort to thinking of stealing the jewelry. She was no professional thief, however, and realised that most jewelry stores had too sophisticated security systems for her to be able to do anything without being immediately caught.
It was then that she remembered her knowledge of magic and of ancient spells to invoke beings that could be of use to her. She had quickly taken out her book of spells and found the one that invoked a powerful being which belonged to the class of jinns. It was called a Marid and was believed to be able to grant many wishes as well as to materialise items from one side of the Universe to the other. She ran to the local store and bought the candles required for the spell : six red candles, six white candles and six black candles. She disposed them around her in concentric circles, the black candles first, the red second and the white in the middle.
Within the first circle she put some drops of what was called ageing blood (menstrual blood) to attract the jinn into the circles, within the second circle she put a few drops of younger blood which she had taken from the small wound in her thumb where she had pricked it and within the last circle she drew the protective circle of rosemary, amber and frankincense based on the extracts of these items. She sat in the middle of the circles and recited the incantation « Allah shaoufni barooh shou matnakkar kamir » six times. Shortly after that she sensed the presence of the Marid which eventually whispered its secret name to her. This was the name to be used when calling upon it for services and it accepted to be bound to her ring.
After the ceremony, she carefully noted down the name of the Marid who had appeared and promised to herself that she would invoke him in a few days when it was the blood moon. The night of the blood moon, she wore the ring and disposed the candles around her. This time she only needed white candles as the initial summoning ritual had already been performed and this was only a call to the Marid to connect. The Marid answered her call immediately and as the wish formed in her mind, she watched amazed as her wish materialised into the circle as several beautifully cut large pear-shaped and round shaped diamonds.
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