(The spell that I'm giving you right now is truly effective only when you're a martial artist with strong psychic or spiritual attributes, recited to better facilitate the channeling of one's fifth element into each blow, increasing its physical output from 30% up to 70%.
All you need to make this spell works is a burning piece of wooden ember-real wood, not charcoal!-and a piece of ice, preferably non-refrigerated, and if possible, both of them must be of the same size and the ember is on your left, the ice on your right.
As always, perform the three basic psychic rituals-grounding, focusing and channeling-and after spellcasting-you can do this as much as you want until you're "in tune" with yourself-invoke God's secret name 9 times and touch both the water and ember at the same time.
Then go to your battle in half an hour's time, but remember to finish your fight in two hour's time.)
I beseech thee O Lord of Judgment Day
To give me the seal to open all seals
Of my bodies of four, from the top to the bottom
From corporeal to astral, the physical to spirit
Where the pranas may show, the way to Thy Smiles
From here to eternity and back once again
Unlock me my hands of fire and ice
The bedazzling water and the courageous heat
So I may now travel through all the four realms
To find Thy grace on Throne On The Waters
Though forsooth the sky is all and seven
And the seals of Your Book be seven as well
I could go no more without Thy Consent
For we are but one in all of physics
I invoke Thy Name though I may not worthy
For my time they now come and could not wait
As I now have found the sense of my being
One heavy a task, so grant my wish please!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Hymn Of A Dancing Dust (A spell for healing)
I bequeath all suffering like a dust in the air
Floating in the light of all great white morning
And like a star as it glows when the moon is in hiding
Let this dis-ease, this ilness now be parting!
I release thee pain, on winds of all sunrise
I release thee sadness, on grounds of all greens
I release thee imbalance, on waters of the free
I release thee wounds, on fires evergrowing
O winds of all seasons, of faith and all hopes
Bind thyself with the earth, of time immemorial
To cure and to embalm, all that is painful
And to free this great soul
From all that's un-needed
O flames of all joy, that burns in all children
Bind thyself with the waters, of mother's first milk
To release this poor soul from all that it suffers
And to bring it upon, the threshold of smiles!
So free and rejoice
For the light is in thee
So free and rejoice
For the light is with thee
Now rise from your ills, like new and like one
Go home to your love, your life and your world
Waste not this tears, for life is your joy
Waste not once more, for now you are cured!
(Note: this spell is universal, meaning it can be used by any mediums, psychic or spiritual healers and shamans regardless of whatever your orientations in life. Prepare yourself beforehand by performing whatever rituals, metaphysical observations, occult or magickal methods of your following and cast this spell in tandem with whatever methods or rituals that suit your nature or faith, but ONLY when your heart and mind are in the right place, if not...remember the Power of Three! Good luck.)
Floating in the light of all great white morning
And like a star as it glows when the moon is in hiding
Let this dis-ease, this ilness now be parting!
I release thee pain, on winds of all sunrise
I release thee sadness, on grounds of all greens
I release thee imbalance, on waters of the free
I release thee wounds, on fires evergrowing
O winds of all seasons, of faith and all hopes
Bind thyself with the earth, of time immemorial
To cure and to embalm, all that is painful
And to free this great soul
From all that's un-needed
O flames of all joy, that burns in all children
Bind thyself with the waters, of mother's first milk
To release this poor soul from all that it suffers
And to bring it upon, the threshold of smiles!
So free and rejoice
For the light is in thee
So free and rejoice
For the light is with thee
Now rise from your ills, like new and like one
Go home to your love, your life and your world
Waste not this tears, for life is your joy
Waste not once more, for now you are cured!
(Note: this spell is universal, meaning it can be used by any mediums, psychic or spiritual healers and shamans regardless of whatever your orientations in life. Prepare yourself beforehand by performing whatever rituals, metaphysical observations, occult or magickal methods of your following and cast this spell in tandem with whatever methods or rituals that suit your nature or faith, but ONLY when your heart and mind are in the right place, if not...remember the Power of Three! Good luck.)
This Miraculous Green Home
I'm giving a sigh for days gone by
Of those I remember, and those I forgot
On this fleeting stare for a sun well-set
For this smooth dry wall and dusty old floor
And this sweet, sweet palace; this miraculous green home
Is all but a glimpse to the eyes of time
For 'tis a home that I've lived and sighed
A place I long thought would last forever
But soon this too will also move on
Just like the days I've spent in my college
The old sweet school of my faded teens
The much earlier one that cradled my childhood
The house that I've spent before all those times
And a place far beyond, the house of my birth
And fade it would be, to just another memory
To join all my love, in the place called the Past
The place that I know, I could never go to
And I know it this time, that it will be for real...
And as I stand on the eve of my new life
This miraculous green house, the home of my youth
Will only be just a fleeting moment in times long past
This day, this final evening of my life just starting
That signifies the end of my life in the shadows
Of which that keeps on repeating itself of late
Just like the last days of ITM Pahang
The white orange sunset of my lecture hall
The moment so vague of my last of last days
In Sekolah Menengah Dato's Sri Amar Diraja Muar
Of my final of final days even before that
The gloomy half-remembering
In the hall of Sekolah Rendah Kebangsaan Ismail Satu
The days of this house before I went to school
And even further beyond
To the first house of my birth...
But soon these too will become a memory
To join all the memories in the land called the Past
For i'm bound to the present on a one-way train for the future
Cannot escape from it, so there, the end!
Yours Truly,
Saiful Nizam Shukor
KL
2008
Of those I remember, and those I forgot
On this fleeting stare for a sun well-set
For this smooth dry wall and dusty old floor
And this sweet, sweet palace; this miraculous green home
Is all but a glimpse to the eyes of time
For 'tis a home that I've lived and sighed
A place I long thought would last forever
But soon this too will also move on
Just like the days I've spent in my college
The old sweet school of my faded teens
The much earlier one that cradled my childhood
The house that I've spent before all those times
And a place far beyond, the house of my birth
And fade it would be, to just another memory
To join all my love, in the place called the Past
The place that I know, I could never go to
And I know it this time, that it will be for real...
And as I stand on the eve of my new life
This miraculous green house, the home of my youth
Will only be just a fleeting moment in times long past
This day, this final evening of my life just starting
That signifies the end of my life in the shadows
Of which that keeps on repeating itself of late
Just like the last days of ITM Pahang
The white orange sunset of my lecture hall
The moment so vague of my last of last days
In Sekolah Menengah Dato's Sri Amar Diraja Muar
Of my final of final days even before that
The gloomy half-remembering
In the hall of Sekolah Rendah Kebangsaan Ismail Satu
The days of this house before I went to school
And even further beyond
To the first house of my birth...
But soon these too will become a memory
To join all the memories in the land called the Past
For i'm bound to the present on a one-way train for the future
Cannot escape from it, so there, the end!
Yours Truly,
Saiful Nizam Shukor
KL
2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
After SPM 2003 a.k.a Sang Froid, 2003
To all the purveyors of good and peaceful life
And the connoisseurs of smiles and nostalgia
I salute you today
For all your labours of love that we’ve enjoyed its fruition
And for the harvest of seeds that you’ve sown in the future
This is the time for us to recap and look back
To all the bloodied tears that had since turned gold
And to all the sighs of despair that we no longer heard
To honour the relentless dreamers who failed to give up their dreams
And to herald the time for us to prepare
For the coming celebrations meant for us
For we have reached for the stars at last
And we have seen the smiles of God…
SAIF MINTAKA
2003
And the connoisseurs of smiles and nostalgia
I salute you today
For all your labours of love that we’ve enjoyed its fruition
And for the harvest of seeds that you’ve sown in the future
This is the time for us to recap and look back
To all the bloodied tears that had since turned gold
And to all the sighs of despair that we no longer heard
To honour the relentless dreamers who failed to give up their dreams
And to herald the time for us to prepare
For the coming celebrations meant for us
For we have reached for the stars at last
And we have seen the smiles of God…
SAIF MINTAKA
2003
Ramblings, Part 1
I knew nothing of a traveller
Who travelled the world on fuels of hope
I knew nothing of his motives
Or why he bothered to be that foolish
I knew nothing of a dreamer
Who knew nothing but a world so beautiful
Who tried his best to live in that world
I knew nothing, on why they exploited him
I knew nothing of a misfit
Who hated mankind and the God above him
I knew nothing of his bitterness
Or why he kept on falling from grace
I knew nothing of who I am
Or why I was made to be a human
Or why still I chase my dreams of old
Or why still I feel like I’m back at the start…
I knew nothing, and perhaps there is nothing
Be it in my life or Life itself
All that I knew, is that I’m all three
A pigheaded soldier of a passé cause!
I knew nothing, and nothing really mattered
Be they words of snowflake or thoughts of dust
Or fields of gold that reeked of cheap paint
I knew nothing, and nothing knew me…
SAIF NIZMA
KL
2004
Who travelled the world on fuels of hope
I knew nothing of his motives
Or why he bothered to be that foolish
I knew nothing of a dreamer
Who knew nothing but a world so beautiful
Who tried his best to live in that world
I knew nothing, on why they exploited him
I knew nothing of a misfit
Who hated mankind and the God above him
I knew nothing of his bitterness
Or why he kept on falling from grace
I knew nothing of who I am
Or why I was made to be a human
Or why still I chase my dreams of old
Or why still I feel like I’m back at the start…
I knew nothing, and perhaps there is nothing
Be it in my life or Life itself
All that I knew, is that I’m all three
A pigheaded soldier of a passé cause!
I knew nothing, and nothing really mattered
Be they words of snowflake or thoughts of dust
Or fields of gold that reeked of cheap paint
I knew nothing, and nothing knew me…
SAIF NIZMA
KL
2004
On Lucid Despair
I wonder sometimes, after years I’ve spent a silent traveller
Of whether or not I’ll reach the resting place of my heart and soul
On that fateful last day to end all these days
In my ever sombre and bedarkened life…
Today I’ve travelled the length of my town from end to end
From dusty urban jungle to tranquil promontory stretch
Trading the jagged skyline for the deep blue sight of the rippling sea
Something I’ve dreamt of doing, since my days of golden skies…
And as I looked back from my breezy seaside perch
I saw how far my trek had been
How small the buildings of where I started
And how really I can’t believe, that I’ve done it at last!
But alas, I said to myself, I feel not a thing
Only deepened melancholy, for this analogy
Of how its onset and end resembled very much my life
The start seems so empty, the end feels so wasted!
And maybe my life is, born to be dead
The buildings I’ve built, a long and winding daydream
The seeds of hope that I’ve cast, were sands of clay and rock
And the tears that I’ve welled and spilled, were howls in the thickest of storm!
But until that time comes I shan’t rest to weave my own shroud
For better that I fight and lose but rise to fight again
Than dying a meekly blink, like candles in the wind
So lucid now the truth of my fate, so fiery now my scorn towards it!
SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR
2004
Of whether or not I’ll reach the resting place of my heart and soul
On that fateful last day to end all these days
In my ever sombre and bedarkened life…
Today I’ve travelled the length of my town from end to end
From dusty urban jungle to tranquil promontory stretch
Trading the jagged skyline for the deep blue sight of the rippling sea
Something I’ve dreamt of doing, since my days of golden skies…
And as I looked back from my breezy seaside perch
I saw how far my trek had been
How small the buildings of where I started
And how really I can’t believe, that I’ve done it at last!
But alas, I said to myself, I feel not a thing
Only deepened melancholy, for this analogy
Of how its onset and end resembled very much my life
The start seems so empty, the end feels so wasted!
And maybe my life is, born to be dead
The buildings I’ve built, a long and winding daydream
The seeds of hope that I’ve cast, were sands of clay and rock
And the tears that I’ve welled and spilled, were howls in the thickest of storm!
But until that time comes I shan’t rest to weave my own shroud
For better that I fight and lose but rise to fight again
Than dying a meekly blink, like candles in the wind
So lucid now the truth of my fate, so fiery now my scorn towards it!
SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR
2004
Hidden Pictures
When I feel lonely I will take your pictures out of my mind
And away we go…and away we go…
You look so happy when you’re with me as we talk about our love
And away we go…and away we go…
Though in reality you’re thousand miles away from me
And probably you would have someone beside you
I would have gone to find you but I couldn’t get it right
That was so long ago but seemed like only yesterday
But what can I do in the midst of all those you love?
This homely soul could never stood a chance to be yours
Yes, we weren’t even friends—to you I was just a face
How can you get to see inside my heart, so tell me why?
I…I’m so lonely…
I…had been lonely…
I…will be lonely…
Always…forever…
Throughout my empty days and nights you were the one who made it right
Yeah you touched my heart…and you made me smiled
I couldn’t think of daydreams good enough than me with you
Though you seemed so near…but you’re much too far…
As much as I would wanted to be a part of you
You’re always in the sun and I’m just a shadow
I’ve watched you through the thick and thin of our fleeting years
Your smile would always lit my life for the better part
But what can I do in the midst of all those you love?
This homely soul could never stood a chance to be yours
Yes, we weren’t even friends—to you I was just a face
How can you get to see inside my heart, so tell me why?
I…I’m so lonely…
I…had been lonely…
I…will be lonely…
Always…forever…
So here’s my resignation note to all my shattered hopes and dreams
And the tears, the sighs…and the silent stares
And I will always be with you my darling memory of old
And away we go…and away we go…
And away we go…and away we go…
And away we go…and away we go…
And away we go…and away we go…
SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR
MUAR
2006
Hogmanay Of 2005
Yes, it’s that time of the year again
The time of looking back in gentle sighs
Of things left unsaid and still much undone
And days in the sun and weeks in the rain
But truth be told, I’ve had more than my share
Of years that came and how they left me
Of resolutions astray and dreams undone
And hopes adamant when all else failed
But still I believed, in the sacred golden meadows
That patiently awaits me somewhere down the years
Bearing praises and smiles and words of all comfort
For all that I’ve done and all that will be
And thus I shall carve a path of all gold
On the onset of Hogmanay of 2005
Though may there be thorns or Leis on my road
I know that my sky would always befriend me…
And I shall go on, to find my old path
A path to the heavens, beyond the vermilion
The ones that I’ve lost, when fate hits me twenty
The ones that will lead, to where my heart’s buried
SAIF NIZMA
MUAR
2005
The time of looking back in gentle sighs
Of things left unsaid and still much undone
And days in the sun and weeks in the rain
But truth be told, I’ve had more than my share
Of years that came and how they left me
Of resolutions astray and dreams undone
And hopes adamant when all else failed
But still I believed, in the sacred golden meadows
That patiently awaits me somewhere down the years
Bearing praises and smiles and words of all comfort
For all that I’ve done and all that will be
And thus I shall carve a path of all gold
On the onset of Hogmanay of 2005
Though may there be thorns or Leis on my road
I know that my sky would always befriend me…
And I shall go on, to find my old path
A path to the heavens, beyond the vermilion
The ones that I’ve lost, when fate hits me twenty
The ones that will lead, to where my heart’s buried
SAIF NIZMA
MUAR
2005
This Ethereal Land
I was alone
When the dawn greeted my eyes
When I found myself here
This great, ethereal land
I knew this was Fate
Of God’s and His Love
For this earth and this sky
I knew it’s for me
My tears and my smiles
My heart you made proud
And the water of your hand
Is the blood in my veins
And I’ll pray ‘til forever
That never shall you fade
For this land is my home
My cradle my grave
And forever you be peaceful
Like the day I first came
And forever you be peaceful
Till the day I’m no more…
SAIF MINTAKA
MUAR
2005
When the dawn greeted my eyes
When I found myself here
This great, ethereal land
I knew this was Fate
Of God’s and His Love
For this earth and this sky
I knew it’s for me
My tears and my smiles
My heart you made proud
And the water of your hand
Is the blood in my veins
And I’ll pray ‘til forever
That never shall you fade
For this land is my home
My cradle my grave
And forever you be peaceful
Like the day I first came
And forever you be peaceful
Till the day I’m no more…
SAIF MINTAKA
MUAR
2005
Musings Of Light And Darkness
Take heed
For if you desire the strongest of Light
Then don’t you ever trudge this path again!
And if you desire the truest of Life
Then never you’ll get a damn thing from me!
But if you desire the purest of Joy
Then perhaps this is not the best place to be?
For never shall you claim, as hard or as foolish
Intangible things that were never even there
For they’re but deceits of the highest degree
Of pain in disguise to kill all good thoughts!
But forsooth!
For if you desire the highest of Salvation
Then you may have arrived a bit too late!
And should if you desire the most enduring Peace
Then I’m already way ahead of you, friend!
But should if you desire the truest of Hope
Then too bad, for I’ve beaten you to the punch, ha ha!
For indeed there are things that we should all have
And yes, they are the things that poison in silence
Fated to us by the powers that be
A taste of all heaven for all intent and purpose
Which brands us in books by the seal of all wishes
That weaved us in vague from the start to the end
Then took us away from the mines of all truth
Till we’re now just inches, from the mother of all ages!
Could this be Justice?
SAIF MINTAKA
2005
For if you desire the strongest of Light
Then don’t you ever trudge this path again!
And if you desire the truest of Life
Then never you’ll get a damn thing from me!
But if you desire the purest of Joy
Then perhaps this is not the best place to be?
For never shall you claim, as hard or as foolish
Intangible things that were never even there
For they’re but deceits of the highest degree
Of pain in disguise to kill all good thoughts!
But forsooth!
For if you desire the highest of Salvation
Then you may have arrived a bit too late!
And should if you desire the most enduring Peace
Then I’m already way ahead of you, friend!
But should if you desire the truest of Hope
Then too bad, for I’ve beaten you to the punch, ha ha!
For indeed there are things that we should all have
And yes, they are the things that poison in silence
Fated to us by the powers that be
A taste of all heaven for all intent and purpose
Which brands us in books by the seal of all wishes
That weaved us in vague from the start to the end
Then took us away from the mines of all truth
Till we’re now just inches, from the mother of all ages!
Could this be Justice?
SAIF MINTAKA
2005
A Wizard's Foreword
An ode to the abode
Where all Life swells
Where your nights and your days
Shall grace it not
The place where I reign
In peace and in war
Of mind’s great solitude
And heart’s great contempt
Where none eyes but mine
Can gaze its glory
And none hands but mine
Can tread its secrets
An ode to the abode
Where all hate imprints
Where darkness made marks
And silence be golden…
STAY AWAY FROM ME!
ATHAME VEIL
C.E 666
Where all Life swells
Where your nights and your days
Shall grace it not
The place where I reign
In peace and in war
Of mind’s great solitude
And heart’s great contempt
Where none eyes but mine
Can gaze its glory
And none hands but mine
Can tread its secrets
An ode to the abode
Where all hate imprints
Where darkness made marks
And silence be golden…
STAY AWAY FROM ME!
ATHAME VEIL
C.E 666
This Carousel's Not Stopping!
The golden curtains are no longer there
The clouds so gay now smothered in smog
And the tears of goodbye have lost their uses
As I sit and weave this mull of mud
Yes, I’d heard the songs of all twilight
Sung by the birds before their bedtime
But then this me kept asking myself
“What are you here for? Why are you here?”
I wish I did have the answers to give them
Or maybe some means to silence myself?
For I’ve oared and rowed this way yet again
But now the dykes are giving away!!!!
This silent thing, this diamond of soot
What must I call it? What could it be?
Like the hospital I walked out in some of my dreams
Yet still no more I could fathom this life
Is this maturity? Is this my new door?
Or could this be veils of madness be coming?
Many questions I’ve met than answers I’ve sought
Could reality not be what I’d hoped it to be?
And now this trek had strayed off my path
I do hope that someday I could get back at me
A wreck, a jerk, insecure and falling
Somebody stop me, this carousel’s not stopping!
SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR
30th December 2004
The clouds so gay now smothered in smog
And the tears of goodbye have lost their uses
As I sit and weave this mull of mud
Yes, I’d heard the songs of all twilight
Sung by the birds before their bedtime
But then this me kept asking myself
“What are you here for? Why are you here?”
I wish I did have the answers to give them
Or maybe some means to silence myself?
For I’ve oared and rowed this way yet again
But now the dykes are giving away!!!!
This silent thing, this diamond of soot
What must I call it? What could it be?
Like the hospital I walked out in some of my dreams
Yet still no more I could fathom this life
Is this maturity? Is this my new door?
Or could this be veils of madness be coming?
Many questions I’ve met than answers I’ve sought
Could reality not be what I’d hoped it to be?
And now this trek had strayed off my path
I do hope that someday I could get back at me
A wreck, a jerk, insecure and falling
Somebody stop me, this carousel’s not stopping!
SAIFUL NIZAM SHUKOR
30th December 2004
Sighs Of Time
Sadness, undeterred, unsung
Let loose like wings of a dead butterfly
Floating on the laughter and gibberish of today
Mingling with the dust, of life never-shining
Pain, unrequited, undesired
Masticating at the very heart of the outside world
Set adrift on all thoughts and languishing hopes
That fired the torches of another black morning
And in my palms a heart I break
Of flickering candles in the mind of a wanderer
Who toiled the seas for the salt of the earth
Then falling on statues mute, deaf and blind
But in my heart a friend dead departed
A dream from days of yore I’ve carried
A yore that eschews the pleasant future
The same one that I’ve since given up on…
Yet I know it inside that this won’t be the last
The gleams so bright are now evanescing
Fleeing as the sun sets gladly on this fate
Leaving me wet and tired of my tears
Yes, this life it seems, be golden no more
A funeral bereft of stone and mourners
A burial of smiles for none in particular
An elegy without the singer and the dead
So the flowers may wither for one last time
As the world now spins to another new year
Longing in pain for sweetness of long since
The smiles of destiny on winds of all heavens
Then came silence…
SAIF NIZMA
MUAR
2004
Let loose like wings of a dead butterfly
Floating on the laughter and gibberish of today
Mingling with the dust, of life never-shining
Pain, unrequited, undesired
Masticating at the very heart of the outside world
Set adrift on all thoughts and languishing hopes
That fired the torches of another black morning
And in my palms a heart I break
Of flickering candles in the mind of a wanderer
Who toiled the seas for the salt of the earth
Then falling on statues mute, deaf and blind
But in my heart a friend dead departed
A dream from days of yore I’ve carried
A yore that eschews the pleasant future
The same one that I’ve since given up on…
Yet I know it inside that this won’t be the last
The gleams so bright are now evanescing
Fleeing as the sun sets gladly on this fate
Leaving me wet and tired of my tears
Yes, this life it seems, be golden no more
A funeral bereft of stone and mourners
A burial of smiles for none in particular
An elegy without the singer and the dead
So the flowers may wither for one last time
As the world now spins to another new year
Longing in pain for sweetness of long since
The smiles of destiny on winds of all heavens
Then came silence…
SAIF NIZMA
MUAR
2004
A Cat On An Empty Street
A cat on an empty street
Black, or was it a tabby?
I don’t know…
Staring at something, motionless, expressionless
Standing under a vermilion streetlight
Looking, waiting, a darkened stone for a darkened house
A papaya tree companion for a moment in time…
A cat on an empty street
A small silhouette of a forgotten effigy
In the darkness of a peaceful night
In the stillness of a peaceful road
I didn’t know why it stood there
Or what of its thoughts, its heart
Only feelings actually
Of bewilderment and forlorn all in one
Emblazoned for a moment that seemed like eternity
As I cycled my way to have my late dinner
A cat on an empty street
Should I have pitied it? Was it a stray?
Or maybe it had lost its way and now all alone?
To find some mercy and maybe some food?
Why had it bothered me so?
A cat on an empty street
A wandering dreamer on a worn-out bike
A fading dream of a tired destiny
And a longing cry for an innocence…lost
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR
31st December 2006
Black, or was it a tabby?
I don’t know…
Staring at something, motionless, expressionless
Standing under a vermilion streetlight
Looking, waiting, a darkened stone for a darkened house
A papaya tree companion for a moment in time…
A cat on an empty street
A small silhouette of a forgotten effigy
In the darkness of a peaceful night
In the stillness of a peaceful road
I didn’t know why it stood there
Or what of its thoughts, its heart
Only feelings actually
Of bewilderment and forlorn all in one
Emblazoned for a moment that seemed like eternity
As I cycled my way to have my late dinner
A cat on an empty street
Should I have pitied it? Was it a stray?
Or maybe it had lost its way and now all alone?
To find some mercy and maybe some food?
Why had it bothered me so?
A cat on an empty street
A wandering dreamer on a worn-out bike
A fading dream of a tired destiny
And a longing cry for an innocence…lost
THE SIGN OF SHAIRO
MUAR
31st December 2006
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