A Tale of two crowns (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics) 31 March 2026
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[Verse] Fleeting touch before the grip intensified as I dip into your brightest essence overjoyed by your presence Spilling over countenance your voice becomes my penance
[Verse] Silent prayer abased nuns Vow of silence verbose stuns Who can cope with broken words when the dusk is leading herds into gardens of the dark Gone is the light’s graceful spark
[Chorus] Jasmine flowers by your sight petals bloom through twined twilight Bees and flies flutter afar Mortal twin my rising star Purple points to where we are a Tale of Two Crowns at par
[Verse] Night crawlers worship the skull Lonely bones now carved so dull Intricate architecture adorning priesthood structure Suns rise in confined spaces crisp contours set on faces
[Verse] All the pains they underwent Sunsets and sunrises spent as stoic brood-breeding mares fitting tight in black white squares Fences dense they keep them tight fainting virgins lily white
[Chorus] Jasmine flowers by your sight petals bloom through twined twilight Bees and flies flutter afar Mortal twin my rising star Purple points to where we are a Tale of Two Crowns at par
[Verse] Animated sacred heart struggles to the time restart of eras of knighthood toils just to get the best of spoils when it failed ‘twas mortified laid down its crown and slow cried
[Chorus] Jasmine flowers by your sight petals bloom through twined twilight Bees and flies flutter afar Mortal twin my rising star Purple points to where we are a Tale of Two Crowns at par
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A tale of wincing virtues (AI Suno song using my voice and my lyrics) 12 February 2026
[Intro] Of broken items Furniture, relics and dreams She had a room filled The bustling places Livelihood of ghostly gait it seems Simmering ashes
[Chorus] A Tale of wincing virtues Of falsehood and blame Of thoughts from which to choose Of quirks of the game
[Verse] Mocking birds’ speeches Tunes of ivory and stone Cast in slow pavements Slippery ridges moan On banks leading to nowhere From rivers of ice that were
[Chorus] A Tale of wincing virtues Of falsehood and blame Of thoughts from which to choose Of quirks of the game
[Verse] Stretches of treasures Meaningful pebbles of Life Appealing to none ever more Cruises for the dead so strife Box of chatter for leisure Frigid drooping shores
[Chorus] A Tale of wincing virtues Of falsehood and blame Of thoughts from which to choose Of quirks of the game
[Verse] Songs of soft nothings Of quiet little measures Distilling poisons pleasures A hymn to the knaves and kings The unrelenting few dazed Strewn astride her past now glazed
[Chorus] A Tale of wincing virtues Of falsehood and blame Of thoughts from which to choose Of quirks of the game
[Verse] Book of small paces Featuring starlets and sods to lose Blank fading faces Of quirks of the game A Tale of wincing virtues Of falsehood and blame
[Chorus] A Tale of wincing virtues Of falsehood and blame Of thoughts from which to choose Of quirks of the game
[Chorus] A Tale of wincing virtues Of thoughts from which to choose Of falsehood and blame Of quirks of the game A Tale of wincing virtues Of thoughts from which to choose
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Tales of the wretched: Ashok and his mother – Chapter four: Redemption flowing 7-8 October 2025
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Ashok slowly disengaged from Annie’s embrace attempting to put some distance between them and have a calm chat with her. His arms were still limp by his sides as he eased himself out of her clutch. He realised from her vice-like grip that it had been a long time since anyone had been kind to her. He thought about his mother again and how she had been helpless with nobody showing her any kindness while she struggled. This is how people were pushed into desperate actions because they felt completely disregarded by everyone around them. He sighed internally thinking that he had been too young to find a solution to their predicament and his mother had literally worked herself to death while reserving most of the food she could get her hands on to him. There had been no shelter when he was young, just places for single young pregnant women to go to until birth of their child.
He looked at Annie whose face seemed crestfallen as she wondered what to make of him pushing her away. He was not sure how to handle this as he had kept his feelings under wraps for the longest time ever, even while he was married, even when he was happy when dating his wife before he married her. He had always felt that if he gave in to his emotions it would be like a dam that might obliterate everything around him. He had hated his relatives for such a long time and with such passion that he was afraid of expressing any other emotion lest he get carried away and start expressing those feelings of hatred as well, be submerged by them and act only in line with what they released within him. At times he had felt that the hate was such that it would turn into a fire that would physically consume his heart.
- Annie, I just want to help you and your son but I have been a lonely man for such a long time that I do not know how to speak normally with people. - You did talk to me at the shelter - Well you see, that is different. At the shelter I have a role that I embraced and that is to help people in the shelter with food and blankets. I know the drill. It is unemotional, safe and almost always the same. I did feel sympathy for you because you reminded me of someone I knew a very long time ago but I usually interact with those who come to the shelter in a very mechanical way. There are no other emotions than perhaps a slight touch of pity. When I saw you at the shelter, it made something stir in me, something that I had thought I had let go a long time ago - So you don’t feel pity for me? - Not really. I am just overwhelmed by the need to keep you and your son safe.
After a long pause, he decided to tell her everything about his childhood, the desperate times when his mother could not sell what she had made, the resulting famine-filled days, how his mother had become so gaunt that she looked like a corpse, the absence of his relatives, their presence when she had died, his hatred of them, the orphanage that had saved him from the hatred that was eating him – at least for a while.
- Did you ever marry, she asked - I did, he answered - Did you love her? Did you have children? - I did love her but I guess the hatred inside did not allow me to love her properly. The love I had inside of me for her was like a shell, it was not bright and happy like she would have liked it to be. The hatred inside kept making a hole that neither my love for her, nor hers for me could ever fill and appease. Eventually she got tired of waiting for me to love her like she would have liked to be loved. Five years of a relationship that had the dull ache of unresolved hatred festering within it and she decided to move on. We never had children as she felt that I was broken and she thought that broken men should never become fathers. She had her own issues with her father who was never able to express love. It has been almost ten years since that day she decided to leave me. I guess it is best for broken men like me not to be in a relationship. - I don’t think you are broken. The man who left me with his child, that is a broken man. You don’t hurt someone you have loved unless you’re broken. Nobody who is whole would hurt another soul without reason. From what I have seen from you, you have only been kind to me and I did not see you hurt anyone else. You might have been badly hurt but you are not broken, not like what I would think of a broken man - Thank you Annie but I think she might have been right. There is this hole inside of me that never goes away, or at least not until that evening when I saw you feed your boy and something stirred inside of me, not until now when I saw how happy you were to be here. - Thank you for helping us. My boy had not had a good bath in so many months. They did not always allow us into the Bain des Paquis and I could not use them anyway during the winter months. I tried to stay under the radar so social services would not take him away - You can stay here as much as you want. You do not need to go to the shelter anymore, I will bring the food here.
Annie rushed and hugged him again and he let her hold him fiercely this time. His arms were still limp by his side but he started feeling like a stirring in his shoulders and arms which slowly twitched and his arms then rose to hold her around the shoulders, softly pressing her onto his chest. Her tears fell freely again on his coat and he sighed as he felt a stirring in his heart while he could see behind his closed eyes a slow glow that seemed to fill his chest. All the sadness of not having been able to help his mother seemed to soar from his heart to his eyes which brimmed with tears. As his tears mingled with Annie’s tears, he felt like a wall had crumbled within his chest. All the years of self reproach on his lack of initiative to help his mother flowed with the mingled tears, washing both their hearts from sadness and pain. It was as if redemption flowed within his heart and he smiled with gratitude for being able to help Annie and her boy.
I cut off all suitors and remained undisturbed 26 June 2025
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My lover’s a dragon, my lover is a snake when pushed to the bracken so silently he spake In my mind the tremors of his vibrations stirred I forsook all armours flew to him like a bird
A feeling so pagan, no religion could break A tale begun again, for truest lovers’ sake Beyond foolish rumours ‘twas timeless love unheard as increased the murmurs my heart stayed undeterred
The air seethed with passion for a union to make a process, with caution, there was so much at stake Now bound by the futures that unfolded though blurred I cut off all suitors and remained undisturbed
The Cleopatra Tales 9: Receiving all Knowledge and Everlasting Life
19 February 2023
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Reading of the blessing/incantation:
Translation of the blessing/incantation
Thy body is the body of Geetha this. Thy flesh is the flesh of Geetha this.
Thy bones are the bones of Geetha this. Thy passage is the passage of Geetha this.
The passage of Geetha this is thy passage.
Let not be shut in my soul, let not be fettered my shadow, let be opened the way
for my soul and for my shadow, may it see the great god.
May I look upon my soul and my shadow
Preserve me behind thee, O Tmu, from decay such as that which thou workest
for god every, and goddess every, for animals all, for reptiles all
I am the keeper of my Akashic records, of all which is, and which shall be. Eternity it is and Everlastingness. Oh Three Paths and Two Pillars Open your Portals
Hail Geetha not hast thou gone, behold, [as] one dead, thou hast gone [as] one living
to sit upon the throne of Hathor
O Ra-Turn, cometh to thee thy daughter, cometh to thee Geetha . . . . . thy daughter is this of thy body for ever
O Turn, thy daughter is this Hathor; thou hast given her sustenance and she liveth; she liveth,
and liveth Geetha this; not dieth she, not dieth Geetha this.
Setteth Geetha in life in Amenta.
She hath eaten the knowledge of god every, [her] existence is for all eternity
and to everlasting in her sah this; what she willeth she doeth, [what] she hateth
not doth she do.
Live life, not shalt thou die.[1]
Hail to thee Nut! Oh daughter of Heaven, mistress of the sky, thou gift of Toth, thou mistress of the interdimensional ladders-
Open a way to Geetha let Geetha pass.
Hail to thee oh thou King of eternity, hail to thee oh thou bull of four horns, who hath one horn to the west, one to the east, one to the north and one to the south, let Het Heru pass.
Hail Geetha. Thou hast received the form of God, thou hast become great therewith before the gods.
Hath placed thy mother Nut thee to be as God to thine enemy in thy name of God.
Washed is thy ka, sitteth thy ka, it eateth bread with thee unceasingly forever
Hail Geetha Thou art pure, thy ka is pure, thy soul is pure, thy form is pure
Heaven hath thy soul, Earth hath thy body
Thou shalt exist for millions of millions of years, a period of millions of years
Note: For any women interested in applying these incantations to themselves, I can provide you with the written transcript of the Egyptian wording and you would just need to replace Geetha by your own name.
For men, some changes would be required in the wording as it is the female version which is read here.
Across the Sands of Time – Diane Arkenstone
Tales of the Wretched – Fantine Chapter 3 : A way out
28 November 2017
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Michel enters his car, puts on the radio and clasps his hands together to stop them from trembling. The countenance he had kept earlier when meeting Fantine and Patrick falls apart as he is flooded by memories and deeply hidden desires. After all those years of searching for her, he has finally found her and perhaps, just perhaps, he can make things happen between them. He remembers that she used to feel some sort of pity for him and would always protect him but back then already he had fallen in love with her. She was his hero and the love of his life. He remembers the day she had put on her jasmine perfume for the first time and how he had loved its smell. He had loved it to the extent that he got into a broil with the Ugly trio just so that she would come rescue him and he could smell that scent again while she interposed herself between him and the Ugly trio.
Slowly Michel extracts a photograph from a brown bag he retrieved from the glove box. It is a class photograph and in it Fantine and he are sitting side by side among several other classmates. He looks at the photograph lovingly caressing the contours of Fantine’s face. What would she think of him if she knew how madly he was in love with her and how desperately he had wanted her to be his. All those years looking for her had not reduced on bit of his longing for her. She pervaded his every sense and was the motivating factor of all those days at the gym when he sought to get a body that she would admire. He wanted her to be proud of him, to love him, to find him worthy of her and to finally become his.
Michel puts the photograph back in the glove box and eases himself out of the car again. He walks rapidly towards the shawarma place where Fantine is still finishing her shawarma plate. If she is surprised when she sees him come back she does not let it show on her face as she welcomes him back.
Hello Michel. Did you forget something
You. I mean, no, I could never forget you. What I mean is I have come back for you
What do you mean?
I want to make you a proposal. I want you to be mine
I don’t do the paid mistress part. It is not my cup of tea as I earn more doing what I do.
I don’t mean that. I mean a real proposal. I want you to be my wife
Fantine draws a sharp breath in but says nothing. In the earlier years she used to fantasize that some man would come rescue her; someone who would make her such a proposal and she would be able to live in a small house with children and a man to make a home for but it had never happened. As the years had gone by, she had got used to doing what she did and ultimately come to terms with it.
I don’t think that I can accept that Michel, she says softly
Why not?
I used to have that dream once but now I am used to what I do. Besides, who would pay me and arrange for the money to be sent back home if I stop working
I would. I will give you all the money to match your earnings and even try to surpass it. I am well paid you know, as a commissioner
You have no idea how much I make. How could you match it
I am not only offering you money. I am offering you a way out. Don’t you feel tired sometimes and wish you could do something else?
Fantine bites her lip. Yes, she does feel sometimes terribly tired and wishes that she were doing something else but that thought is soon forgotten as she focuses on the outcome for her mother.
You are right but I know I can count on myself while I don’t know if I can count on you
I will not betray you. I will never leave you
If you knew how many men come here that are married, you would understand why I find it difficult to believe you. I am sure they too told their wives at some point that they would never leave them.
I have some savings. If you don’t believe me I can give you all my savings in advance so you are assured that you would never lack money
Fantine bites her lip again. In all the years she had dreamed of someone coming and rescuing her she had imagined a grandiose declaration and firework everywhere. This seems so calm and measured that it somehow feels unreal. Yet she can feel her heart warm up to the idea and Michel is a handsome man though graying. She holds her hand out to him and whispers that she might just take his way out even though she does not know where it will lead the both of them. Michel cries tears of joy and holds her against his heart. He does not care what the men working under him will think or say. All that matters is that Fantine will be his at last.
Tales of the Wretched : Fantine – Chapter 2 : Meeting Michel
27 October 2017
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Patrick suddenly squeezed her hand startling her out of her thoughts regarding the new comissioner.
There he is, he says. What is he doing here.
Where, she says. I don’t see any man
Don’t turn your head now as he is several feet away behind you. You can look later
What is he wearing ?
Brown pants with a beige shirt. I guess he is off duty today.
Slowly Fantine turns when Patrick signals she can and sees the back of a man who is graying and whose clothes seem starched. While she is appraising him, she realises that he is doing the same. She had forgotten that there was a large mirror on the wall of the shawarma dine-in and now she sees that he clearly is watching her watching him. She feels a bit embarrassed at being caught peering and becomes even more unsettled when she sees him stand up and walk their way. Fantine hopes that he will just pass by them but he stops at their table.
Hello Fantine, I am Michel, do you remember me ? says the commissioner
You two know each other, questions Patrick
I am sorry, I don’t know who you are, says Fantine
I am Michel, your previous neighbours’ son whom you used to help with studies. You used to also give me some of your lunch when the ugly trio beat me and took mine and you used to defend me when they picked on me in your presence. I could remember your face anywhere.
Michel ! she gasped. He looked anything but skinny now. In fact he was looking pretty fit and handsome while he had been such a sickly boy back then. She remembered rescuing him countless times back at school in Caissargues near Nîmes from an ugly trio that had called themselves infernitrio and used to terrorise most of the pupils at school.
Yes, it is me, Michel, my dear Fantine. How glad I am to see you. I asked your mother countless times where you had gone and she only recently gave me the address you wrote from
You will not…
No, I won’t. I understood from the address that you might be… although I hoped..
You hoped I was indeed a seamstress. What do you know about the life we lead ? We earn our bread like you earn yours. It is a job like any other job. Why should you hope me to be a seamstress where I would earn less than one third of the money working my fingers and eyes off three times as fast as I work the other parts of my body in this profession.
Fantine, I did not mean to be demeaning. It was just a surprise. You were so bright at school. I thought you would have done something else
Well I am what I am. I am not doing anything else
Please, Fantine, do not think that I think the less of you. I have always kept you in mind as a dear dear one and it will stay like that forever
I am sorry I got annoyed. I just…
It is okay. I can imagine how you feel…
Patrick had followed their verbal exchange with a strange mixture of curiosity, perplexity and cunning. When they had finished and Michel bade them goodbye after the heated exchanges had cooled down, he pointed towards Fantine and smiled knowingly
I know exactly what the commissioner can be given now and it won’t cost you a thing
What do you mean ?
It’s you
What do you mean me ?
It’s your safety. He will not ask us why we are touring the Rue des Pâquis more often and neglecting other areas because he will be happy you are being preserved. We will just say that there tends to be more fighting in this area and that is it.
Fantine bites her nails absent-mindedly like she always does when nervous and wonders whether this is possible. Surely enough Michel was very grateful towards her for having protected him all those years at school but they had lost touch for over 13 years to the extent that she had not even recognised him. Yet it did seem possible as he had recognised her despite the long period of time they had not been in contact with one another. She looked back at Patrick and swung towards him the gift he had refused earlier and he beamed.
Fantine sized Patrick up and wondered whether she should shift protection from him to Michel but was sure that none of the team who had been getting gifts would be too happy with the change. Besides, she did not expect that Michel would be the type to authorise illicit concentration of outings of the police force in one area to the detriment of another area. Patrick stood up, the gift safely tucked into his breast pocket and the other packet of gifts jutting out of his coat pocket. He smiled at her and she could see again that same cunning run through his eyes. She sensed that he had guessed what had gone through her mind earlier but he chose not to say anything. He kissed her with a peck on the cheek and bid her goodbye. Slowly Michel extracted himself from the shadow where he had been hiding watching both Fantine and Patrick and started walking towards his car…
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