Travel + Spell 126

Returning from Chicago over the weekend, the hotel room was on the 17th floor. At night, opening the drapes to the apartment lights spread across the skyscrapers maybe as close as I get to seeing the stars as an astronaut would. My own overview effect. So many lived in a single pane of a window, packed into a space, contained within my singular view. There’s a future feeling to it, as if I should look to the street and see different flying cars darting in all directions. There was also a bit of a futile feeling, the reminder of being a small light among many other small lights in the humid air of Chicago.

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Spell 126 - The Book of the Dead (actual link)

Hail reader
I have come before you so that you may bring me to perfection
I know you
I know your name
See, I come before you bringing What is Right to you, I have removed What is Wrong for you

I have not impoverished the minds I’ve met
I have not known nothingness
I have not orphaned ideas poor or otherwise
I have not done that abomination
I have not caused scars that time cannot heal
I have not harmed the creatures around me
I have not reduced the words to ash
I have not taken liberty ungranted to others
I have not reduced the measuring vessel
I have not reduced the measuring chord
I have not encroached across space that was not earned
I have not tampered beyond curiosity
I have not taken from which cannot be replaced
I have not concealed intention
I have not snared the thought in thistles
I have not caught from endangered streams
I have not held back the seasons
I have not put out the fire in its moment
I have not transgressed a twilight’s bond
I have not turned back from approaching waves
I have not blocked the passage of time
I am pure
I am pure
I am pure
I am pure

My purity is that of the greatest cloud alone in a vast blue sky
because I am the breath of the wind’s exhale
who enables the leaves to chatter at you
nothing evil can befall me here
because I know the names of the gods who dwell in it