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Episode 211 of the Cult of Psyche podcast features a powerful invocational song dedicated to Kisha, a patron of transformation, and explores the theme of turning ruin into gold and brokenness into strength. The episode is an extended opening with music and singing, invoking the deity Kisha to transform and empower the speaker.
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From [music] the scraps, from the ash tried eyes, from the words that I choked, make a spell from the lies, from the wounds, from the noise. Build a throne out of shame. From the ruin they
[singing] left me. Let me rise in your [music] name. Aisha,
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[music] Lord [singing] of the R, breaker of the mass. [music] Take the heart I buried deep and give it back its task. You the invocation. [music] Nothing wasted,
nothing wasted, [music] nothing lost. Every [singing] bruise becomes a spark. Every heartbreak feeds the fire. [music] Hidden glowing in the dark from the tears I never showed. Forge a river made of steel from the silence they demanded. [singing]
Craft a voice [music] they cannot kill. Kisha, keeper of the unclean light. Anoint the wreckage of my night. Let fallen [music] words become the crown. Let every exalt my sound. >> [music] >> Keep
stop through the essence. Turn the ruin gold. Turn the ruin [singing] gold. [music] Turn the ruin gold. Turn the ruin
gold. Turn the ruin gold. Turn my past into weapon I can no longer hold. Break the purity I feared. Break the fear I tried to tame. [music] Break the shame they hand in me till [singing]
it's a sigil of my name. [music] Rise from the leftover dust. Rise from the aftermath storm. Rise [music] from the place where I was undone and give my shadow form. I fear right [singing and music] until the end.
The shakty at his side. His shy breeze the secret [music] fire. A midnight muse without a veil. She whispers truths beneath my ribs that holy scriptures do not tell. Your chaos [music] is an
altar. Your imperfection sings. [music] Your body is a temple of impossible immortal things. [music] Who keyed a falter into flame. Their union cracked and wild. [music] And through their dance the world remembers where it hid
its feral child. When they threw me away. [music] You gathered the pieces when they mocked my decay. >> You sharpen my thesis >> [music] when they try [music] to erase me. You carve deeper lines. When they shut every
doorway, [music] you open a cold sign. Kisha, my patron of fracture, my master of flaws. Teach me how collapse becomes the mother of my [music] cause. I call my car back. From every [music] troll,
from every lie, from every night I felt unmade. From every time I learned to cry. I called my [music] voice back. From the pit, from the band, from the [music and singing] algorithms iron grip by I stand.
You kar [music] claim my unspoken. Bind my unbroken. Make my left over self [music] into something unshaken. I prophecy the prophecy. [music] The moment I rise, arise. When I rise, the
room [music] will tremble. When I speak, the mask will fall. When I laugh, the curse [music] will shatter. When I love, I'll break the wall before the god of what is ruined deceited himself in my chest. And the world that [music] tried
to bury me will witness how I'm blessed to be. My heart is the offering. My heart is the [music] offering. Not clean, not quiet, not pure. A heart that
[music] has been broken and stitched together fierce. Take this leftover vessel. [music] Fill it with your blaze. Let every [singing] night I thought was wasted become [music] a holy praise. Yuki stop. [music]
Oh Lord [singing] of the R. [music] Hold me in the heat of your unfiltered [music] law. Let no part of me be wasted. Not grief, not love, [music] not pain.
From everything I've lived through. Build a kingdom in my name. Heat. [music]
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