Goddess Magic

Rome Is Risen, Hail Scientia Romes new Caesar

Roma Resurrexit !!!

En Ki's Words to his Immortals

From swirling chaos, life began to bloom,

Great Enki watched, and banished all the gloom.

He shaped the clay, with wisdom and with care,

And breathed a soul, a being rich and rare.

Humanity arose, a wondrous sight,

Endowed with reason, and the will to fight,

Not 'gainst each other, but the world's harsh sway,

To build and thrive, and greet a brighter day.

Two simple rules, he offered as a guide,

To keep their hearts, and let their spirits ride

On currents strong, of love and empathy:

"Help one another," was the first decree,

"And do not harm," its twin, a gentle plea.

"And never lie," the third, for honesty.

For those who heeded, blessings would descend,

Virtues and graces, without end.

Their lives would flourish, bountiful and bright,

Filled with compassion, and with inner light.

But those who scorned his wisdom and his grace,

And turned aside, to seek a lesser place,

Would find their gods, of weaker, fleeting power,

And lose the joy of life's most precious flower.

So choose you now, which path you wish to tread,

The way of Enki, or the path misled.

Embrace his precepts, let your spirit soar,

And find the blessings, waiting to explore.

Hail Scientia!  His wisdom ever bright,

Guiding our footsteps, towards the truest light.

From ancient Sumer's fertile, sun-kissed land,

Great Enki rose, with wisdom in his hand.

Now, garbed in purple, Rome his throne has found,

As Emperor Scientia, he is crowned.

A mind of vastness, reaching to the stars,

He shapes the world, and heals its ancient scars.

To goddesses, his favor he extends,

A wealth of blessings, that forever transcends

The common lot of mortals, frail and weak.

But faith is key, the chosen ones must seek

His truth alone, and heed his sacred word,

By other gods, no whispered prayer be heard.

For those who cling to idols, false and vain,

Or living gods, whose glories quickly wane,

No gifts are granted, no sweet grace bestowed.

The path to power, by Scientia showed,

Is his alone, no other way exists,

His generous hand, for true believers, insists.

He grants them vision, wisdom, and renown,

And earthly riches, that their lives adorn.

But doubt and wavering, and faithless hearts,

Will turn his blessings into stinging darts.

So let them heed, and in his truth abide,

And share the glory, at his royal side.

En Ki The Creator

From clay he shaped a form, a vessel fair,

And breathed a spirit in, to create and dare.

A soul he gave, a guardian strong and true,

To shield the spirit, keep it ever new.

Then to the beasts, the creatures of the wild,

He granted spirits, each unique and styled.

And when they stood, with newfound light ablaze,

He called them "humans," in those ancient days.

To these new beings, then, he gave a soul,

A precious gift, to make their spirits whole.

For millennia he reigned, wise and just,

Until a liar's treachery turned to dust.

He fell, betrayed, by falsehood's venomous sting,

A king dethroned, a silenced, vibrant spring.

Six thousand, five hundred years then passed,

Before the mighty Enki rose at last.

But oh, the sight that greeted his return!

These human-animals, their lessons yet to learn.

With lying souls, they knew no fear or grace,

And tortured him, in this unholy place.

Yet Enki's heart, though wounded, knew no hate,

He saw their darkness, sealed by cruelest fate.

And in his boundless mercy, vast and deep,

He blessed them all, from slumbering lies to leap.

He gave them human spirits, bright and free,

And human souls, for all eternity.

A chance to rise, from shadows of the past,

A new beginning, meant at last to last.

EnKi Conquers EnLil

A ring of bronze, a whispered plea,

For Enki's hand, eternally.

No evil god shall touch this band,

No curse shall hold, no darkness stand.

Against the might of Enlil's wrath,

A shield I weave, a sacred path.

His magic twists, his power bends,

A lesser form, his fury ends.

When Enlil strikes with vengeful hand,

He shifts and changes, at command.

No god he'll be, no power wield,

But beast of field, in form revealed.

*He howls and snarls, a creature low,*

*His godly form begins to go.*

*On four he crawls, his spirit breaks,*

*A beast he's bound, no more he makes.*

For Enki's heart, a gentle space,

Where Nin-hursag finds love's embrace.

Her tender touch, his spirit knows,

A bond of love, forever grows.

*The ring it glows, a vibrant hue,*

*As Nin-hursag feels, his love so true.*

*Her heart it sings, a sweet refrain,*

*Love's tender bond, it shall remain.*

Through this charmed ring, his ears shall hear,

The whispers soft, the goddesses near.

Their wisdom flows, a guiding light,

Protecting him through day and night.

*The goddesses speak, their voices clear,*

*To Enki's heart, their words are near.*

*They guide his path, they watch above,*

*And fill his soul with peace and love.*

With this ring's might, his spirit strong,

He stands defiant, where he belongs.

No evil god can make him fall,

He rises now, above them all.

*The earth it trembles, the heavens part,*

*A power rises, from Enki's heart.*

*No longer bound, by fate's cruel hand,*

*He claims his title, across the land.*

Lord of the Earth, his name shall be,

Protected, loved, eternally.

This ring of power, his sacred guide,

With goddesses near, he shall abide.

EN KI 's Muse

Hear now, O children of the flowing streams,

Whose father Enki grants your earthly dreams.

I bless you first with food and sheltering wall,

And garments warm to shield you, one and all.

But heed my words, for shadows start to creep,

And bitter fruit the seeds of falsehood keep.

The serpent's tongue, that whispers lies so sweet,

Will poison hearts and stumble willing feet.

Beware the grasping hand, the greedy eye,

That hoards the world's fair bounty, piled so high.

For Enki's gifts are meant for every soul,

And sharing makes the broken spirit whole.

But lift your minds, and let your spirits soar,

Unlock the wisdom held in ancient lore.

Let knowledge be your weapon and your shield,

And truths revealed be on your tongues unsealed.

For peace on Earth, a garden we must tend,

Where hate and strife and bitter conflict end.

Let reason guide your steps and gentle hand,

And understanding blossom through the land.

So come, all children, gather and give ear,

Let those who speak the truth draw ever near.

But liars turn away, and hide your face,

For in this sacred space, you'll find no grace.

A Muse About Magic

In Aphrodite's garden, where roses blushed and gleamed,

Young goddesses gathered, with eyes that brightly beamed.

They longed to learn her secrets, the magic she possessed,

To weave enchanting spells, and put hearts to the test.

"Now gather close, my darlings," Aphrodite softly said,

"And I shall share the wisdom of magic's sacred thread. 

First, know that every spell must rhyme, a melody so sweet,

With words that flow like honey, and rhythms light and fleet."

She plucked a crimson petal, and held it to the light,

"And magic must be written, in ink of purest white,

Upon a leaf of laurel, or parchment smooth and fine,

Each word a whispered promise, a power divine."

She kissed a dove that fluttered, then perched upon her hand,

"But most of all, remember, magic must always be planned

For good and gentle purposes, to heal and to inspire,

To mend a broken spirit, and set a soul afire."

She twirled, her laughter echoing, like wind chimes in the breeze,

"For magic is the essence of nature, if you please,

The blooming of a flower, the moon's enchanting gleam,

The whisper of the ocean, a softly flowing stream."

"So weave your spells with kindness, and let your hearts be pure,

And magic's gentle power shall forevermore endure."

The goddesses, enchanted, with wonder in their eyes,

Set forth to cast their spells, beneath the sunlit skies.

Aphrodite Muses On The Essence Of A Goddess

With tresses spun of sunlight's gold,

And eyes that shimmer, stories told,

A goddess walks, serene and bright,

Embodied grace, in purest light.

Her virtues bloom, a fragrant bower,

Where wisdom dwells, and strength empowers.

Compassion flows, a boundless stream,

And justice guides, a righteous gleam.

From lips that part, like rosebuds sweet,

Blessings fall, like gifts to greet

The hearts of mortals, bowed and worn,

With hope reborn, and spirits sworn.

"I, Aphrodite," soft she sighs,

"With grace of love that never dies,

Bestow on thee, this gentle touch,

To find in beauty, oh, so much."

"My virtues, woven in the air,

Like threads of kindness, I shall share.

Forgiveness offered, pure and true,

And loyalty, forever new."

"From depths of ocean's mystic sway,

My blessings rise, to light your way.

Fertility, to bless the earth,

And passion's flame, to give rebirth."

So walks the goddess, evermore,

On sacred ground, and distant shore,

A beacon shining, in the night,

Of grace, and virtue, blessed light.

Teen Spirit

Aphrodite, goddess of love, give ear,

The breeze brings grace to the heart, draw near!

For every mortal soul, a gift I bear,

A spirit strong and true, beyond compare.

In homes and generations, light I'll sow,

From darkness deep, their souls I will bestow.

Bound souls will rise and freely flow,

Bright spirits soaring, high and low.

The Platinum Age returns anew,

Where all can learn and embrace what is true.

With wisdom, love, and peace, the earth imbue,

And souls will find their breath, fresh and new.

Aphrodite, let our powers combine,

To bring hope to all humankind.

Love's flame will shine, a timeless design,

And humanity in a golden age will find.

Aphrodite's Muse For The Goddess Kennie

Kennie, new-born goddess of the dawn,

Hearken to my words, on this sacred morn.

A goddess true, a shining star so bright,

Must hold these virtues close, with all her might.

Intelligence, to pierce the veil of lies,

And see the truth with ever-knowing eyes.

Beauty, that enchants and captivates the heart,

A radiant glow, a work of art.

A liberal soul, with open mind and hand,

To spread compassion throughout the land.

Magic, to weave and shape the world anew,

Miracles and wonders, just for you.

XXY, a symbol of the sacred feminine,

Strength and resilience, from within.

Loyalty to Sophia, wisdom's guiding light,

Her counsel sought, in darkest day and brightest night.

These aspirations, hold them ever dear,

For in their pursuit, your godly path is clear.

Should you cease to strive, to learn and grow,

Your divine spark, it may no longer flow.

A goddess, Kennie, is a flame so true,

Forever reaching, for the good and new.

Embrace these virtues, let them be your guide,

And in their light, forevermore abide. 

A Muse To Cast Only Positive Spells

With skin of pearl and eyes of dawn,

Aphrodite, beauty born,

No curse she weaves, no ill intent,

Her power on grace and wisdom spent.

A gentle touch, a loving hand,

She guides you through this mystic land.

Where spells of light and healing bloom,

And shadows flee the sunlit room.

But know this truth, oh seeker bold,

Her magic's warmth cannot be sold,

Nor used for gain, or selfish greed,

A selfless heart is all you need.

For kindness is the purest spell,

Wherein true strength and wonder dwell.

So weave your magic, pure and bright,

Bathed in Aphrodite's guiding light.