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Ink of the Moon (Ritual for Thoth)

“Ink of the Moon (Ritual for Thoth)” is a chant‑driven invocation of Thoth as ibis‑headed moon god of writing, magic, wisdom, and divine record‑keeping. Slow Egyptian‑style percussion, low drones, and mantra‑like vocals turn study, writing, and self‑reflection into a ritual, asking Thoth to help your words and choices line up with truth rather than confusion. [Intro] Djehuty… Thoth… ibis‑headed lord of the word. God of the Moon, of writing, magic, and reckoning. Scribe of the gods, keeper of the Book, Stand at my shoulder every time that I look. [Verse 1] You rose with the Moon over Khem’s black land, Silver disk balanced in your ibis hand. You measured the days and the years in their flow, Marked every festival’s rise and its glow. Inventor of writing, of glyph and of line, You carved out language from silence and time. Patron of scribes in the temple’s cool halls, Every decree passed under your call. [Chorus] Thoth, Thoth, ink of the Moon, Write my life in a wiser tune. Lord of the reed pen, master of spell, Teach me to speak what I dare not tell. Thoth, Thoth, scribe at the scale, Record my truth where the lies all fail. If words are the magic that shapes what I see, Guide every sentence that rewrites me. [Verse 2] In the Hall of Judgment you stand to the side, Palette and brush where the verdict resides. Anubis weighs hearts, Ma’at holds the feather, You write the balance that binds them together. If the scales favor truth, you proclaim it aloud, “No evil is found,” before god and crowd. If the heart sinks down with unspoken wrong, You mark that too in the soul’s true song. [Chorus] Thoth, Thoth, ink of the Moon, Write my life in a wiser tune. Lord of the reed pen, master of spell, Teach me to speak what I dare not tell. Thoth, Thoth, scribe at the scale, Record my truth where the lies all fail. If words are the magic that shapes what I see, Guide every sentence that rewrites me. [Ritual Section] (Leader) Thoth, take this clutter that clouds my mind. (Chant) Moon‑scribe of Khem, make my thoughts aligned. (Leader) Thoth, take this fear of knowing too much. (Chant) Lord of all knowledge, gentle your touch. (Leader) Thoth, bless this page and this speaking tongue. (Chant) Make every word like a spell just begun. (Leader) Leave me a mind that can learn and discern, Balancing logic with what I still learn. [Verse 3] They called you great in Hermopolis’ walls, Eight‑fold wisdom in your hidden halls. Friend of humanity, patron of books, You hid the spells in the river’s crooks. The Book of the Dead, the words for the way, Spells to be spoken on judgment day. If I am writing my own living scroll, Help me inscribe it in truth, not just role. [Chorus] Thoth, Thoth, ink of the Moon, Write my life in a wiser tune. Lord of the reed pen, master of spell, Teach me to speak what I dare not tell. Thoth, Thoth, when my story is done, Let it read clear in the light of the sun. If knowledge is heka that sets me free, Walk by my side as I learn to be. [Outro] Djehuty… Thoth… God of the Moon, of writing and mind. If every word is a spell that I cast, Teach me to script a life built to last. Donations appreciated but not necessary: https://cash.app/$azaleajade9 ETH: 0xf711ce546e20bd237781bce42321dde37b86c5e3