Isis help to Osiris and prayer to be empowered in heaven 6 December 2025
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Hail to thee Isis, lady of the rainstorm, lover of fire, lady of the temple, slaughterer of the fiends at night, disposer of light, mistress of flames, hacker in pieces in blood, (she who) is within the cavern of her Lord, hiding her creations, carrying away hearts, devouring water, lying down watching to make lamentation for her brother Osiris.
Hail Thoth making to triumph Osiris over his enemies. Horus is, Osiris is and Isis is. Osiris his heart rejoiceth. Horus his heart dilateth with joy. The two regions are at peace through it. Osiris, he hath destroyed his enemies, he hath destroyed evil. He will come forth from fire every.
Hail to thee Osiris, hail to thee Isis, hail to thee Horus. May my heart be to me in the House of hearts. May be to me my heart, may it rest in me. May be to me my mouth (that) I may speak with it, my two legs to walk. Be opened to me the doors of Heaven. May make strong Anubis my legs to rise up for myself. I know my heart. I have gained power over my heart. I have gained power over my two hands and arms. I have gained power over my feet. Not shall be imprisoned my soul (with) my body (at) the gates of Amenta, at my entrance in peace and coming forth in peace.
Anet hra’k Aset nebt ãatet mer setau nebt het ã uheset sebãu em mãśeru sert nehepu urś śememet xebt her snef ãmt xen tepeh neb-s ãment qemamu-s Ɵetet hãt qeq mu-s st’er res-s her ãrit kabit her sen-s Ãusãr.
ã Tehuti semaãxeru Ãusãr er xefta-f. Heru pu Ãusãr pu Aset pu ãu Ãusãr ãb-f net-em ãu Heru ab-f ãu ãu ãterti hetep-tu her-s. Ãusãr ter-f xefta-f ter-f tut ãu-f per-f em xet nebt.
Anet hra’k Ãusãr, anet hra’k Aset, anet hra’k Heru ãb-a nã em pa ãbu ãu-nã ãb-ã hetep-f ãm-ã ãu-nã re-ã t’etu-ã am-f ret-ã er śemt un-nã aã en pet serut en Anpu masti-ã Ɵesu er-ã rex-ã em ãb-ã sexem-ã em hãti-ã sexem-ã em ããui-a sexem-ã em ret-ã ãn xenã-tu bã-ã er xat-ã her sebau nu Ãmentet em ãq-ã em hetep pert em hetep.
He never knew love. It equated to another four letter word branded across his virginity when the backstreet whore had laughed it off him in a wink. The brief thought of heaven that crossed his mind in ecstasy taken over by the stink from her fleshy body. Heaven had closed shop that day and nothing could make it sway in his favour, not even once, not even on that special moment lost in masses of fleshy odour.
His father had taught his mother to love and to count the pennies after they had left to make sure that all the love spent equated to the right amount. It was tantamount to their daily pittance filling empty rumbling voids with hard-earned bread or perhaps just hard. It was hard to say really as nothing was quite what one expected in the backstreets. It was all the opposite of the upper streets with their meets and greets as the gutter boys came up close for some dimes showing off their feats.
It was there that he found her, oozing something indistinct that made him want to faint and throw up all at once. She was pale and frail and very much like a fish out of the pond. He wondered how she could breathe in all that mud. He stepped forward, she backward and fell with a thud. He fell too, not out of imbalance but merely to be able to follow her wherever she wanted to walk. He opened his mouth but seemed quite unable to talk. She slowly nudged out from underneath him yanking pieces of his heart away as she did. Under her balcony that night like a thief he hid, waiting for the moon to rise and oh did it rise, right up there high in the skies. There she was singing a song from when he was little, a time when each morsel was brittle and the blood lay low. Her words invented as she pretended to sing on the rhyme not quite catching on in time as she had never learnt them by heart. The servant they had had once and she on very bad terms did depart as her mother threw the poor girl out six months pregnant and she never learnt the song to her heart’s content. All those words just taken out now from thin air as she watched him watch her in the underbelly of the backstreets hidden in plain sight as she sang to his heart’s delight. It trickled like light, flowing right out of the blue lantern of her mind.
He never knew love. Neither did she. Now they do and fools say it is true
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