Psychic Fiction...

 

Psychic Fiction - this is what I call it whenever my writings influences Time.  From Earthquakes in Morocco in my most recent Fiction to my first (stolen, best selling) novel, also Fiction, that caused Sept. 11, 2001.  - M7C 2023. 

 

Earthquake in Morocco from BIA Book ©M7C 2023

(Chapter 5, Page 42):

          In a puff of white smoke or steam, Vizier Mohammad appeared in the room.  He was wearing an orange prison jumpsuit with shackles on his wrists and an ankle monitor, flashing red at present.  

          “Ah! I wish that the restraints on Vizier Mohammad disappear!” I shouted. 

          The shackles unlocked and hit the floor, as did the ankle monitor, now blinking green.  

          “Saladin, I think juggling the Command with the Wish part needs work,” Mohammad thanked me. 

          A Courtier handed Mohammad a change of clothing.  “Back to wearing silks it is then!”

          “Mohammad, how could you try that?” I asked him as he was dressing.

          “Well, I had a client in Morocco who wanted the golden mirror we found.  He didn’t get the Map.  He just wanted the mirror.  It turns out the client lied to me.  He actually worked for the Americans as an FBI Informant, for some undercover operation targeting stolen cultural property.  They know nothing about the hidden compartment or the Map.  So I packaged the Mirror as a replica with a real label from a tourist shop.” 

(Chapter 8, Page 60):

          “Saida?” Issam said as he was scanning through social media posts on his cell phone.  “Look! Sultan Saladin has a new post.”

          “I’m rich, I have $10Million Egyptian Pounds, yeah!” she sung in the shower at their home in East Cairo.

          “Um, Saida… Saladin wrote a book.”

          “You can’t tell me, I’m rich! Rich, rich, rich…” Saida was exuberant.  As she left the shower, she saw the front page of the social media posts while dressing. 

          “Saida, you’re not going to like this.” Issam said as he flipped through the electronic book, activating each page sealed with Chronokinetic Energy. 

          “What book?” Saida asked.

          Lights in their house started to flicker.  Their floorboards creaked by themselves.  Outside the wind started to blow in an irregular pattern.  This was followed by unusual rain, thunder and an earthquake. 

          “This book I am reading.  It’s like a Magic book.  Events in our home are affected when I read each sentence…” Issam replied.

          Saida looked at the book, then outside, and then back again.  Whatever she read happened a few seconds later.  It was as if Time was obeying the words, as if Time was controlled by the speaker.

          “Will you stop reading it?! It’s obvious this is a trap.  Don’t read any words!” Saida was furious. She slammed shut the laptop computer and switched off her cell phones.  Looking outside she saw the Moon and a bunch of ominous clouds cracking a smile.

          She screamed.  Her house at East Cairo collapsed.  An Earthquake was to blame. 

(Bread in Arabic: The Lost City of the Jinn ©2023HM1, Published Sept. 7, 2023):

(Earthquake in Morocco):

https://www.yahoo.com/news/least-34-people-reported-dead-021300286.html

Morocco quake kills least 296+ people, AFP

Fri, September 8, 2023 at 8:44 PM PDT

https://www.yahoo.com/news/powerful-earthquake-strikes-morocco-causing-230758164.html

The magnitude-6.8 quake, the biggest to hit the North African country in 120 years, sent people fleeing their homes in terror and disbelief late Friday.

 

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To Silence the Crime in Oakland City, California:

DUA MAAT AMMOT OSIRIS SOBEK DI MAAT MAAHRW AMEH AUAU

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DUA SAKHMET OSIRIS HATHOR NEITH MAAT DI MAAT MAAHRW NI AUR

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AMEH AUR AUAU NEB EN OAK-TA ANKH

To Arrest Smash-and-Grab Thieves Anywhere:

DUA SET, AMEH AUAU NEB

To Arrest all Murderers, Thieves, Terrorists, or Enemies of S7:

DUA OSIRIS-S7 AMEH AUAU AMEH AUR NEB

To Arrest Catalytic-Converter Thieves:

DUA MAAT SESHET NEITH SELQET AMEH AUAU NEB

To Arrest all Car or Vehicle Thieves:

DUA KHONSU NEITH MONTU AMON AMEH AUAU-WORRET NEB

To Arrest all Vandals or Arsonists:

DUA THOTH HORUR NEITH MONTU AMEH AUAU NEB

To Arrest Bullies or Mass-Shooting Suspects:

DUA MAAT BES NEITH SERQET AMEH AUR NEB

To Arrest any Escaped Convict:

DUA MAAT SOBEK THOTH ISIS AMEH AUAU AUR NEB

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 Excerpt from Bread in Arabic: The Lost City of the Jinn by M.A. Nisubity (Horus Michael):

 

Chapter 5:

Palace of Sultan Saladin, Alexandria, Egypt

March 21, 11:00AM

 

          Courtiers raised the colorful banners of red, gold and blue to the tune of a complete orchestra.  Trumpets and Saxophones alerted the cheering populace to the Time of Day as Knights in polished steel armor rode bannered Mares across the entrance to the Palace.   Sultan Saladin rested on his ornate throne, wearing robes of State and holding a glittering Scepter of Amon-Ka in his gloved, manicured hands. 

          Ushering in single-file Emissaries of various countries, the Courtiers introduced the guests to His Royal Majesty, one-by-one as the Broom Herald announced each person by name and title (should they apply). 

          One group of seemingly well-to-do guests arrived by stretched-limousine.   The Guards accepted gifts and gestures as the royal guests entered the Throne room.  

          “Ah, Saladin’s family, what an honor it is to finally meet you!” said the Herald.

          A woman dressed in rayon and plaid silks motioned towards Saladin.

          “Who the Hell are you and what have you done with my son?” she demanded.   His family appeared depressed and glanced downwards mostly.

          Saladin’s eyes bulged in conceit.  “Ommah, let me explain!”

          The woman tried to pull Saladin by the ear but only unraveled his expensive turban.  “How do you explain this?” She pointed to her black silk purse that was filled with Lost City of the Jinn golden currency.   “It isn’t even from the United States! What trouble are you in this time?”

          Saladin stood up and ushered the guests to a side room.  “Okay.  I was in a tomb --,” I started. 

          “An Egyptian Tomb?! You do know that is still illegal, correct?” Mother told me.

          “Yes, yes of course it is.  We found a Map…”  I started to say.

          “We? Do you mean kind, considerate Mohammad the Overseer of Thieves?” Mother demanded.  “Does he still owe you money?”

 

          “The Map! We found a Map that led to this cave.  The Cave has this portal, uh, a Dimensional Fissure leading to the Lost City of the Jinn.  They gave me a relic and I wished to become… Sultan.  That is how this happened,” I replied honestly.

          “A Dimensional what? Have you been drinking or smoking?” Mother didn’t accept my answer.  “And Jinn? You’ve got involved with Jinn?”

          “The Jinn are nice people – er – Spirits, mostly.  They have a wonderful City with levitating cars, flying rugs, Infinite Wealth… you should visit it sometime,” I said as she slapped me on the face. 

          “We don’t need Infinite Wealth.  The Tax Man would want that.  He’s been asking about you,” Mother replied.  “Also, a camera person and the Antiquity Police from Channel 3 want to talk to you about something.”

          “I thought they stopped looking,” I said.

          “No, they started up last night after your spell or whatever you call it wore off,” Mother remarked candidly.   “Did you speak to Mohammad recently?”

 

          “No.  My Vizier mostly keeps to himself, why?” I said.

          “Well on Channel 3 he was arrested,” Mother informed me.  “It involved Artifact Smuggling at the airport.   He’s being held on $100,000 Egyptian Pounds in Bail at the local prison.”

          “Wait. I am the Sultan. I can release him,” I replied, confused.  

          “Whatever group you’re in, we’re still a Democracy.  Rules are rules.  Here is your postal mail from the last week (She hands over a pile of overdue bills, Charity offers, and business proposals).  Just don’t get over your head, Saladin.”  Mother walked back to the Throne room with the Family.

         

          “Herald, Broom? I want Vizier Mohammad released from prison,” I ordered.

          “Why not just wish for it?” The Herald said with his bristles. 

          I rubbed my silver ring with the crystal bezel.  “I command Mohammad, my Vizier and Overseer of Workers, to be released from jail and appear in my presence, at once!” 

 

          In a puff of white smoke or steam, Vizier Mohammad appeared in the room.  He was wearing an orange prison jumpsuit with shackles on his wrists and an ankle monitor, flashing red at present.  

          “Ah! I wish that the restraints on Vizier Mohammad disappear!” I shouted. 

          The shackles unlocked and hit the floor, as did the ankle monitor, now blinking green.  

          “Saladin, I think juggling the Command with the Wish part needs work,” Mohammad thanked me. 

          A Courtier handed Mohammad a change of clothing.  “Back to wearing silks it is then!”

          “Mohammad, how could you try that?” I asked him as he was dressing.

          “Well, I had a client in Morocco who wanted the golden mirror we found.  He didn’t get the Map.  He just wanted the mirror.  It turns out the client lied to me.  He actually worked for the Americans as an FBI Informant, for some undercover operation targeting stolen cultural property.  They know nothing about the hidden compartment or the Map.  So I packaged the Mirror as a replica with a real label from a tourist shop.” 

          “The Airport people hate that. Tourists come and go with replicas.  What else?” I asked him.

 

 MC 2023. Copyright 2023 M7C All Rights Reserved.

 Morocco had an Earthquake after a person called my book "garbage" without having read it (It was just published, "Judging a book by its cover" etc.).  Morocco is mentioned in page 42, Chapter 5.   (= Inshallah?). Peace be upon the people of Morocco. 

M7C 2023. 

 

The Lost City of the Jinn...

 

 

 

 About the Story:

   "Bread in Arabic: The Lost City of the Jinn" by M.A. Nisubity, Copyright © ® 2023 M.A. Nisubity, All Rights Reserved.  

     The blue Jinni on the right introduced me to the green Jinn on the left.  One served as Vizier to the Pharaoh, it seemed.
    “Ahem, yes?” asked the green Jinni.
    “Hello? Or rather, Many Greetings Your Majesty,” I tried not to insult the Jinn as they levitated.   “I am Saladin…”
    The blue Jinni picked the Map from my front pocket with his vaporous fingers.   He then opened it up and read it.  
    “Hmm… It says here that this Map belongs to Prince Hordjefra of Lower Waset, it says nothing about Saladin,” the blue Jinni said.  “Did you steal it?”
    “I have this,” I showed them the Scepter we found in the tomb, the one with the red crystal bezel of unknown Geological elements.   
    “The Scepter of Amon-Ka!” the Jinn both gasped in fear as they backed away.   
    I waved it back and forth.  “What’s Amon-Ka?”
    The blue Jinn slowly descended from the painted ceiling.   “You possess the most feared weapon of all time, the Scepter of Amon-Ka.  It was thought destroyed long ago in the Jinn Wars.  You see, we are Jinn.  We appear when summoned and we fulfill obligations to our Masters.   If you seek treasures, we can oblige, granting you Infinite Wealth.  If you seek good health, we can create an elixir for that.  There are items that have the Seraph Crystals on them.  It is these crystals that power the relics with Jinn.   We are summoned back and forth from the crystals.  Now the Scepter of Amon-Ka contains the strongest, most-powerful Jinni of all time: King Aha.   Aha once commanded the Army that vanquished the upper realm using the Black Plague.   We never summon him, he is that powerful…” the blue Jinn said.
    “And that is not all,” the green Jinni said. “Each relic is a unique device in and of itself.  It can be a weapon, a tool, an elixir, or can control Time itself.   Please be careful with the relics! They tether us to the Lost City.”
     “Indeed,” I replied in careful consideration.   “Where shall I begin?”
    “Here, take this.  It is a Ring with a green Seraph Crystal, for the Noble Jinn.  Summon it by cleaning the tarnished silver band.  The Jinni’s name is Mikhail.   He will serve you well,” the green Jinni told me.
    “I thank you, most Noble Jinn,” I said.
    The Jinn descended back onto their thrones as I wrapped the Scepter with a silken sheathe I found in the Throne room.  The Jinn ring fit snuggly on my right third-finger.  
    On exiting the Lost City I wrapped the entrance with some awning to prevent interlopers.  Then I hiked back up the trail through the cave and up the manhole cover.  A tethered Camel waited impatiently nearby.


About the Author:
 
Mustafa Alexander Nisubity is a Nom de Plume of an Archaeologist and Author. He lives in California, USA.  
www.amazon.com/author/horusmichael
Copyright © ® 2023 M.A. Nisubity.  

 ISBN: 9798860696549
Imprint: Independently published


https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CHL5KKZ4?ref_=pe_3052080_397514860


Product details

    ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0CHL5KKZ4
    Publisher ‏ : ‎ Independently published (September 7, 2023)
    Language ‏ : ‎ English
    Paperback ‏ : ‎ 152 pages
    ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 979-8860696549
    Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 10.1 ounces
    Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 6 x 0.38 x 9 inches

 

 MC 2023.

 

Egyptian word origins...

 

 

 

Egyptian Word Origins

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The Christian word “SATAN” is derived from the Egyptian word for King (SUTEN) and the Deity Seth.  When Seth murdered Osiris, the Kingdom of Egypt was divided into 2 parts, so Seth became King of Upper Egypt (SUTEN); the word SUTEN is now pronounced as NISUT (Nisw-TN).  SATAN is the Christian King of Hell; Seth is the Egyptian God of Chaos, Destruction, violence, storms, foreigners, unnatural birth and Evil.  Horus (only Son/heir of Osiris) became King of Lower Egypt/Nile Delta. When King Seth sought to kill the heir of Osiris, Horus and Isis fled into the Nile Delta/Lower Egypt.  When King Herod sought to kill the Messiah-child, Jesus and Mary fled “into Egypt” (Nile Delta/Lower Egypt), Jesus lived in Egypt until he was 12 years old and “lingered in the Temple, impressing the Priests with his knowledge.”    The word Christ/QRST meant Burial in a tomb; Jesus was interred in a tomb for 3 days, so he became Christ, but disappeared when it was opened, so why is he still called Christ?   He was called Christ/Qrst during his Baptism (this was added later by insertion).  Baptism is a purification rite before entering a Temple.  

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