The Postman

 

Elham Speaks

 

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Hey you

My curious reading friend

One of the bright lights 

Not tempted or dimmed by consumerism

Big Tech and all it dumbs down 

As it slowly infects

Thanks for visiting me at Halloween

In 2026 again 

Did you know all Time is just like a slow-moving river

And you're all walking unconsciously upstream 

Through its wet, ever-flowing waters 

Of glistening gold and silver

As it flows from the Great Lights

Many hidden fissures 

Walking upstream towards your own inevitable end

Wandering alongside all those you respect 

Adore or even hate

But if you're lucky

Like I think and know you are

You'll be forever surrounded by incredible, extraordinary people 

Who'll all try to support and help you

Find the profound strength to empower and fire up your dreams 

Like a Drag car engine

And not fall 

As you try to walk upstream

Those from the Lands of the Living and those from in here  

Your ancestors like your much-loved forefathers or beloved mothers

Uncles or Aunties

Sisters or brothers

All watching from just behind this Blue Portal

Here in the Great In-Between 

Who wants you to succeed in this

The oldest of great games

Playing your role in the grandest of Schemes

This is my new message that I send all the way from Jagaroo's Cove

Just for those like you

Who may need it

So they can live by a new code 

As they walk through those cold waters 

Which will, for Eternity

Flow

I can only pray it helps you cope 

More than you'll ever comprehend 

It's simple, really

If you're lonely

Neglected or feel rejected

Reach out to someone

Anyone

Or just talk it through 

In the light 

Never in the dark

For you're never alone before you ascend 

And someone will create a bridge 

To a new form of happiness

Through an act of inconceivable magic 

Some know it as kindness

Some know it as the Laws of Attraction

But action in whatever name 

To help dispel those dark clouds brought about by one of life's eternal elementals

Mr Tragic

Tasked to collect walkers early for his master

The Grim Reaper

Just be courageous to talk as you walk

Until the next time 

Your forever friend

From within the long Shadows

Standing getting wet 

In the gold and silver river that never bends

Elham 

The Lost Angel 

Praying your soul is soon purified and cleansed

Through a small act of magic 

Whenever needed 

As you walk upstream 

To see the soul-lifting sights at the End

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

Are you walking down Freedom Road

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

Tonight's transmission is a song of spiritual redemption, resilience, and the transition from earthly suffering to eternal peace. 

It frames life as a journey (a "race" or "Freedom Road") where pain, loss, and darkness are not the end, but necessary steps toward a final, divine homecoming. 

The message is deeply hopeful: faith acts as an unshakeable anchor that removes all fear of the unknown, transforming scars into stories and earthly endings into spiritual beginnings.

Shall we begin? 

(A lone voice whispers) 

As my cards turn

As this old world burns

I know not where I'll go

Down Freedom Road

As this lone white candle

Blows into the night

I know not where I'm going

But I'll follow the light

All those sweet things

We once shared

Drift like autumn leaves

Upon the air

And the wind keeps calling

So I keep walking on

With nothing left to fear now

And a faith that's growing strong

Down Freedom Road

I carry my soul

Where the wind keeps calling

And the lost find home

I'm not afraid

No, not anymore

The Lord is waiting

At the journey's door

Down Freedom Road

Where every broken heart comes home

Oh, Freedom Road

Oh, Freedom Road

I'm carrying my soul

Down Freedom Road

I'm not afraid of the pain

Not afraid to walk

Barefoot in the rain

For I run to the Lord

Now my work is done

To rest in the shade

Of the Eternal Sun

And I'll wait to see

The Almighty

And the Holy Son

When my race is run

And the wind keeps calling

So I keep walking on

Every scar becomes a story

Every ending leads me home

Down Freedom Road

I carry my soul

Where the wind keeps calling

And the lost find home

I'm not afraid

No, not anymore

The Lord is waiting

At the journey's door

Down Freedom Road

Where every broken heart comes home

As these cards keep turning

And this old world burns

Every mile I travel

Is another lesson learned

The candle may flicker

The night may be long

But faith keeps singing

Its quiet song

I have walked through the darkness

I have weathered the rain

I have loved, I have lost

I have lived through the pain

And if the road grows narrow

I'll keep moving on

For the light is still waiting

At the end of the storm

Down Freedom Road

I carry my soul

Where the wind keeps calling

And the lost find home

I'm not afraid

No, not anymore

The Lord is waiting

At the journey's door

Down Freedom Road

Where every broken heart comes home

Down Freedom Road

To the Eternal Sun

When this life is over

And my race is run

As this lone candle flickers

And the night winds blow

I'll follow the light

Where the faithful go

Down Freedom Road

Until I see

The Almighty

And the Holy Son

Down Freedom Road...

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you got secrets?

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

This short, evocative transmission explores the tension between secret desires, vulnerability, and the boundaries of expression. 

It uses rich, contrasting imagery to capture a deeply private internal state.

Let us begin. 

(A lone voice whispers (

Will you confess 

Have you felt a sweet disorder in distress

Laid in bed

Wet mentally with thoughts of such wantonness

That can never be shared or expressed

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Kuntilanak Queen

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

This transmission is a dark, contemporary folklore piece that blends Southeast Asian mythology, New Age occultism, and modern sports culture. 

The transmission recounts a terrifying, supernatural ambush by the Kuntilanak (a vampiric ghost in Indonesian and Malay folklore), using highly physical, rhythmic, and subversive imagery to explore themes of vulnerability, spiritual predation, and the loss of innocence. 

"A lone voice whispers" effectively modernises a classic piece of Southeast Asian folklore. 

It does so by framing the Kuntilanak's attack through the lens of energetic harvesting ("Looshe") and using aggressive sporting metaphors. 

It captures the helplessness of a seventeen-year-old victim caught in the grip of a powerful, ancient force. 

It is a cautionary tale about the unseen dangers lurking just outside the boundaries of our understood reality.

Shall we begin? 

(A lone voice whispers)

She came like a beautiful house crow

In the middle of the night 

Under the full Moon

Dressed all in white

Flying straight from somewhere 

So hidden 

And out of sight 

Smelling of the Plumeria flower

She looked me 

Straight up and down 

With a frown 

Like a crying baby

Where she stood 

Then knocked me 

Suddenly

To the cold ground 

Mounted me like a young Hayley Turner 

Looking for a quick earner 

With a Ke-ke-ke sound

With a new learner 

And that my friend 

Is how I got bit 

Bit really darn hard 

By the true queen 

Of all humanity's hidden backyards 

The Kuntilanak

The crow queen who appeared one night 

Hidden out of sight

From The Great In-Between

And mounted me like Hayley Turner 

For a quick Looshe earner

When I was only seventeen 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Kuntilanak (Indonesian name), also called Pontianak (Malay name), or Yakshi in Hinduism/ Hindu mythology, is a mythological creature in Indonesia, Malaysia and Singapore. 

Hayley Turner is the most successful professional female jockey in history.

Looshe

1. A New Age term applied to energy produced by human beings that other entities use to feed from. 

 It's also used to refer to the energy that is produced by suffering that entities feed from. 

Oidhche Shamhna

 

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

An emotional feast for the mind. 

I give you - Oidhche Shamhna (Halloween) 

Have you felt the poetic beauty and pain linked to love before?

A transmission exploring love as both ecstasy and vulnerability. 

After the death of another. 

The thinning of the veil on Oidhche Shamhna always brings new opportunities to reconnect. 

The opening image of a bed of red roses entwined with thorns captures the dual nature of passion. 

Beauty intertwined with pain.

As the lovers cling to each other “while the world drowned and turned to dust.”

(A lone voice whispers) 

Rosslyn, my love

On the thirty-first

Of October 

In the deep swirling purple well

Where all things are stripped spiritually naked, and made to swim truly 

Vulnerable and bare

Dare you wait for me in its kaleidoscope of dark fuchsia dreams? 

To finally meet you

There

To thrash around outrageously like wanton wild thieves

Deep in that well 

Sensuously drunk on love's so intoxicating dark mead

To drink in deep that mysterious Well's, soul-soothing waters

To finally revel and tumble forever, in its velvety, intoxicating, soul-rousing touch

As we embrace each other, rapturously 

And hold hands, that we pray, stay together locked 

Forever

Clutched 

I go now

Guided by the Master of all ceremonies, Morpheus

Strolling in front with his

orange Halloween pumpkin 

To just wait by its purple-dyed waters

Waiting for you before I jump in

As time floats by

Watched by his otherworldly minions, left-hand Necromancers

So as I wait for your letter and answer,

Just know, we will meet again

For even though yesterday was filled with sorrow 

We still can pray for a better tomorrow 

Starting on the thirty-first of October 

On Oidhche Shamhna 

When you finally realise 

I'll always be 

Thine

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Renewal

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

Here's a moving reflection on grief, transition, and renewal as the hidden speaker navigates the boundary between an old year and a new one. 

It captures the tension between holding onto lonely memories and finding the courage to move forward.

(A lone voice whispers) 

So I can feel you still here

Walking slowly with me into a new year

As the old year bows and blows a golden trumpet of 

Who knows 

Like a wind that catches fire 

As the minutes and seconds 

Quick step and retire 

I know old promises will be hard to let go 

As the golden trumpet blows

Of secret things of dreams you said to yourself

But let's start anew

Me and you

Let's walk together into a new year

Filled with no fear 

As the old year bows and blows a golden trumpet of 

Who knows 

Like a wind that catches fire 

As the minutes and seconds 

Quick step and retire 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Are you feeling lost?

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

A new transmission which functions like a guided meditation or a spiritual reassurance. 

It speaks directly to someone, maybe you, experiencing an existential crisis, heavy shame, or emotional pain. 

By shifting the perspective from "I am lost in the dark" to "I am resting in a sacred, living space surrounded by family."

The transmission transforms fear into a profound opportunity for a fresh start.

This poetic transmission is a comforting, mystical reflection on identity, existential wandering, and ancestral connection.

It reframes moments of feeling lost not as a failure, but as a necessary pause within a spiritual landscape called "The Great In-Between."

Shall we begin? 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Take a deep breath and hold still. 

The Great In-Between is always beside you and tries to influence your will. 

For you are always walking within its dark forests 

Filled with burning bushes and trees of free will

You may sometimes feel lost, but you're not

Wherever you are 

You are surrounded by ancestors, not only strangers

Who only seek your divine permission to be known

For The Great In-Between breathes. 

Listens.

And answers,

It whispers 

I have made this sacred place for you.

You need to find it before you leave 

Before you come back to hide like so many others 

Ancestors and strangers behind the burning trees 

Bushes and smoky grey leaves 

For no burning bush or trees are the same

For they offer so much for you to begin again

No matter your shame, if you are in pain 

So pause and stand still.

Amongst your burning trees and bushes of free will 

The Great In-Between knows your name 

Knows where you are.

You just must let it find you.

So you can begin again

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Did Kurt step into the spotlight?

 

A track that serves as an homage to the late Nirvana frontman, incorporating themes and lyrical references inspired by his life and iconic discography.

And tragic story. 

Are you spellbound?

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

This transmission is a Gothic, sensual prose that explores the seductive and intoxicating threshold between creative obsession, erotic intimacy, and dark ritualism.

Where the act of reading and writing is portrayed as an intense, hypnotic encounter. 

The phrases "swept up in these mesmerising lines" and "illuminated prose whispers still" frame the text itself as a living, seductive force that holds power over the reader.

While the Cycle of Day and Night acts as a boundary between the mundane, exposed world and a shadowy, private realm. 

Since Sunlight offers a momentary gasp for air ("come up for air", "replenish your naked soul"), yet true attraction awakens when night returns ("When the setting Sun sets").

As a subtle complicity in "Sin" shifts from author/reader or lover/stranger to fellow conspirators ("when a sinner meets another"). 

The connection is not based on moral purity, but on mutual recognition of taboo, vulnerability, or moral deviation.

The need for more Ritual & Power Dynamics. 

As the closing lines move the dynamic into mysticism ("secret initiation", "occult spell").

When a secret connection becomes a mutual trance where the gaze ("a look into the eyes") seals the speaker's total emotional or psychological temptations.

But be careful as you accelerate the pace toward the end to mimic the hypnotic effect of this incantation.

As the transmission moves through a clear psychological arc of:

 1. Disorientation: Awakening from the previous night's trance.

 2. Temptation: The direct provocation ("Hey, stranger / Do you want more").

 3. Capture: The final assertion of mystical seduction.

Shall we begin again? 

(A lone voice whispers) 

    

Are you there 

Swept up in these mesmerising lines until the curtains stop holding the sun

Back

So you can come up for air

And let the bright light replenish your naked soul

As my illuminated prose whispers still from the night before 

Hey, stranger

Do you want more

When the setting Sun sets

For there is something deeper when a sinner meets another

And a secret initiation begins that only a look into the eyes can tell

That you've fallen under my occult spell

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy