Do you wear copper too?

 

Many who visit here enjoy reading. 

I love you. Not physically, but spiritually. 

True readers in today's short-attention-span society are a rarity. 

So I send love and light. 

Well, here's a treat. 

The piece relies on a traditional esoteric concept of polarity. 

The left side of the body is receptive (absorbing), and the right side is expressive (projecting).

Placing the copper bracelet on the left wrist is presented as a targeted blockade against incoming negative stimuli.

The Escalation

 "Deceptive Attacks":

Notably, the speaker observes that while the physical symptoms stopped, the dreams merely changed tactics, becoming "cunning and devious." 

Could this highlight a psychological pattern where a temporary coping mechanism forces the underlying anxiety or stress to manifest in a new, more complex narrative? 

Or something more deceptive? 

Cultural & Historical Validation: 

The second half of the transmission shifts from personal anecdote to a broader FAQ-style justification. 

By citing ancient Egypt, Tibet, Greece, and traditions like Ayurveda or Isha Yoga, the speaker attempts to ground their deeply personal experience in historic, collective human practices.

Dual Perspectives: Spiritual vs. Physiological

The piece can be analysed through two distinct lenses, both of which offer a valid explanation for why the author experienced relief:

Aspect 

Spiritual Interpretation

(Text's View)

Physiological / Psychological

Interpretation

Night Sweats 

Thermal byproduct of massive spiritual energy used to fight off psychic attacks. 

Autonomic nervous system hyperarousal; spikes in cortisol/adrenaline during intense REM sleep or night terrors.

The "Hunted" Dreams

Actual spiritual entities targeting an open, vibrant aura in the spirit realm. 

Lucid dreaming disruptions, high stress levels, or a manifestation of feeling vulnerable or overwhelmed in waking life.

Copper's Role 

An energetic conductor acting as a protective filter or grounding barrier against negative vibes. 

The Placebo Effect & Anchoring: 

The act of putting on a physical token provides profound psychological comfort, lowering sleep anxiety and reducing the adrenaline spikes that cause sweating.

The Power of Ritual

Historically and anthropologically, objects like copper have always served as vital psychological anchors.

Whether or not copper manipulates metaphysical fields, the ritual of wearing it gives the individual agency.

By taking a physical action (wearing the bracelets), the speaker reclaimed a sense of control over their sleep environment, effectively telling their subconscious mind that they were safe and protected.

Shall we begin? 

(A lone voice whispers 

Do you wear copper too?

An interesting post for you to consume. 

I used to sweat on some nights like someone had thrown a bucket of water on me. 

So I started researching why, given my background. 

Long story short. 

Those with any psychic gifts shine like a flame in the spirit realm and attract spirits like a moth to a flame. 

My lucid dream excursions were getting slowly darker and darker. 

A feeling of being hunted. 

As these dreams got darker, the sweats came. 

Upon research, spiritual energy creates heat. 

When I pushed back in my lucid dreams, I used enormous spiritual energy. 

This made me sweat. 

Then I found how to stop it. 

Wearing a copper bracelet. 

You must wear one on your left hand, though. 

Because you absorb spiritual essences on your left side and put them out your right. 

So if you are under a spiritual attack. 

It will come from your left, be absorbed and, if released. 

Flow out your right. 

So I bought one to try. 

The results. 

No more night sweats. 

No more vivid emotional dreams of being hunted. 

The downside. 

The dream attacks are more deceptive. 

Cunning and devious. 

Spiritually, I'm no longer open, as the copper has put up a filter, a barrier to try to prevent them from getting through. 

I now wear two. 

One on each wrist

Which I'm never taking off. 

If you feel under attack, have a read below. 

Many people believe that copper has a positive energy with the spiritual world, and it also works very well with other spiritual elements like crystals and stones. 

Some also believe that with the benefits of magnets with copper, you can gain double the healing power for physical ailments, as well as mental and emotional benefits.

Does copper have healing powers?

This depends on the individual, but some believe that copper does have healing properties; 

Copper has been used for centuries. 

Many people have reported positive benefits from fewer aches, less inflammation and better circulation after wearing a copper bracelet or copper jewellery.

 

Does copper attract positive energy?

Copper has been used for centuries to represent luck and prosperity, from religious uses to materials. 

Copper in ancient times was always considered a lucky metal that attracts money, prosperity, and wealth.

Does copper give you energy?

Yes, some believe that copper can help with energy levels. 

Can it provide protection? 

In various cultures, copper is associated with protective properties. 

Wearing copper jewellery is believed to offer protection from negative energies, psychic attacks, and harmful influences.

How Copper Is Believed to Protect

Absorbs Negative Energy: 

Copper acts as an energy conductor. 

Many believe it pulls negative vibes, stress, or heavy emotions away from your aura and converts them into positive energy.

Shields Against Psychic Attacks: 

It is often worn as a ring, bracelet (such as a kada), or thread to create a boundary against outside influences, psychic attacks, or emotional draining.

Grounds and Stabilises:

In Ayurvedic and yogic traditions (such as Isha Yoga), copper is used to balance the body's energy system, ground scattered thoughts, and keep you centred.

Bridges Realms:

Historically used in ancient Egypt, Tibet, and Greece, copper is thought to connect the physical and spiritual worlds, helping align the chakras and clear blockages.

Well, since you made it here. 

Thanks for reading. 

I'm just closing my eyes to see who's waiting on the other side. 

At least I'm copperfied! 

02.15

November 4th 2026

The Invitation in The Red Book of Spells

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Let me in

I whisper into the grey smoke 

Rising from my ceremonial Frankincense candle

And floating into the blanket of total darkness

Illuminated only by twinkling, sparkling diamonds

Which seeps across deep blue oceans and rocky yellow sandy shores

To warm you, my spectacular love

For I am so feverish

Let my whispered light spells

Carried by this grey smoke in these gushing four winds

Reach those once frozen invisible tears

Falling from those beautiful but sad brown eyes 

And reach deep into your incredibly lonely heart.

So you can feel its red flame

Crimson

As it engulfs you with unconditional ease

Hot to the touch like molten volcano fire

So addictive and seductively consuming

But beware

For when it touches humans

Some are forever emotionally ruined as their once lonely hearts 

Starts to sing

So will you take this gift like a rare, expensive bottle of red wine

Only found in dark, limited places unvisited by Father Time

And let me melt those cold glaciers 

That surrounds you with soul-warming fires that come in all flavours 

Which will mesmerise and leave you

Burning and spinning endlessly within my dark eyes

Do you want to feel the heat from my firm hands on your soft skin

The breath of my mouth

Letting you taste each of these words as your soul opens up 

Its dark doors to a new corridor and gently pleads to confess

To then walk through a gateway to a unique realm 

Where you'll no more have to wait

Before your beautiful soul is too tainted by just living

And have to stand in line behind her black gates

Held prisoner with so many others 

Who make a mockery of her

Naamah's grip on their emotional fates

Dare you climb my red ladder out of the darkness of Naamah's 

Endless grey void

Before you are totally destroyed 

To arrive at a wondrous place

Where you'll no more have to lie frozen under heartbroken spells

Conjured by dark ancient shadows 

And yelled from leather-bound grimoires from the Lesser Key of Solomon

As you bathe in deep silence under a darkened purple-hued sky

Let that flame 

Filled with those discarded old dreams which once lay forgotten 

Which once flickered so low but never really died

In old days and lonely nights

Come back to life 

As I force back Damballa's darkness with my shining Astral knife

Are you kneeling naked and vulnerable in your red room

Awaiting my soft touch

Can I baptise you like Saint John the Baptist

To walk knee-deep into a new sea of Galilee

Is that low spark of longing

On fire in your velvety centre

Your precious divine spiritual altar

Aflame and burning so bright

Are you ready to get drunk on this poetic lascivious potion tonight

I always carry

Stolen from the encampments on the perilous mountains of Asmodeus

Called Mother Temptation 

Will you drink and then feel its intense burn

As it melts all those old, once-hidden feelings 

So they can slowly return

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

Relationships

 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Do old memories (5)

Materialise quickly (7)

At random moments (5)

And from their sounds and visual delights

Aren't we just hoarders of all we feel

To carry like thieves

Into 

The longest of dark nights 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Why do people have to die?

 

(A lone voice whispers) 

I heard I'd lost a much-cherished friend today

Such a wild joker

Irrepressible smile

Epic rave dancer 

In a black jumpsuit 

Who I loved to talk to on those 90s black old telephones

Rolled into one ball of irresistible energy 

Oh, we had such irreversible fun whilst we were young, but cancer

Came calling in her later years

And she got shot by his bright white SV40 gun 

So now I grieve

For like so many others

Those we once loved

No matter how brief 

From January to December 

We always love them more when we remember 

As their fire burns low

But never goes out

Like a never-ending bonfire night ember

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

In memory of Lisa

Xxx

Can you still remember your first love?

 

       This piece, framed as a transmission from "Velumbound," explores the theme of first love as a profound, altering initiation. 

Rather than framing love as a comforting or peaceful refuge, the text positions it as a disruptive, sacred, and ultimately haunting force that permanently rewrites an individual's identity.

🎭 Core Themes & Literary Devices

• Love as a Sacred Initiation: 

The text uses heavily religious and ritualistic language ("consecration," "sacred initiation," "consecrated dreams"). 

This frames the experience of falling in love for the first time not merely as an emotional milestone, but as a spiritual transfiguration. 

It is a point of no return.

• The Gothic & The Haunting: 

By subverting the traditional romantic ideal of love as a "gentle salvation," the piece introduces elements of Gothic romance. 

Love is described as an "invisible ghost" and a "bewitchery" that leaves behind a permanent "haunting." 

This suggests that the memory of first love is a beautiful curse, lingering into old age.

• Mythological Imagery: 

The mention of "Aphrodite's crimson tree" grounds the piece in the classical tradition of love deities, while the word "crimson" evokes passion, blood, sacrifice, and danger. 

The "dark shadows" hiding behind it imply that love's origins are mysterious, ancient, and potentially perilous.

• The Metamorphosis of Identity: 

The core argument of the transmission is that love "reshapes identity forever."

 The poem reinforces this by noting that life "changed forever that night." 

It treats the emotional awakening as a permanent psychological scarring or tattooing—something that cannot be undone.

📜 Tone and Structure

The tone is solemn, atmospheric, and confessional. 

The transition from a prose-based philosophical introduction to the poetic "lone voice" whisper creates an intimate, broadcasting aesthetic. 

The rhyming structure at the end (bewitchery / me / tree / delivery / mysteries) gives the final segment a rhythmic, spell-like quality, echoing the theme of "total bewitchery."

Shall we begin?

Blessed be 

Velumbound 

Tonight's transmission is about first love as a powerful, sacred initiation. 

Can you remember yours? 

A consecration. 

A union entwined with depth and feeling but also cursed with memory and haunting.

A haunting where Love isn't portrayed as gentle salvation, but as an incredible force that reshapes identity forever.

Consecrated Dreams

(A lone voice whispers)

I can always remember the first moment of total bewitchery.

When Love climbed, like an invisible ghost, into the very deep depths of me.

From dark shadows hidden behind Aphrodite's crimson tree.

Because my life changed forever that night with its first delivery.

To be haunted into old age with my first taste of its dark mysteries.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Dream

(A lone voice whispers)

As I dreamt on the 18th of January, I pondered vulnerability.

A bearded man in a white robe appeared to me. 

He said, 

“John, I have a message for you. Take my hand, my son.”

As I took his hand, he took me to a huge grey and black mountain.

Gazing at me with deep brown, mesmerising eyes, he continued.

“When you were all born into this realm before me, and all in the highest of heights.

We gave you all a beautiful light to show the world, but when you entered the world and listened to its descriptions of happiness, many of you built these mountains before us.

Mountains of fear, self-doubt, and the manipulation of nether beings, which slowly cover that beautiful light we once gave you to share.

Can you still feel yours, John?”

He asked inquisitively.

I answered.

“A pulse of light that sometimes appears when I feel lucid, 

My Lord.”

I whispered.

“Take my hand, John.

Do not be afraid, for when you allow me back into your life,

I'll open up those small caverns within these mountains of fears and self-doubts to once again lead you to the light.

 You once truly loved.

Your own divine right to serenade your own individuality and intrinsic happiness.”

As the Lord took my hand.

He approached the huge mountain before me, and there before me was a minute crack, and we shrank and entered it. 

A strange yellow doorway appeared and grew to accommodate us.

As we walked, 

The Lord said.

“Through renewed faith.

One can find a way to the light.”

As we walked, the mountain started breaking down before us, and as his hand increased in heat,

I felt light of all my burdens, and when I looked up. 

A bright yellow, shimmering flame lay before me in the distance.

The last words I heard before I awoke were simply this. Which I leave here for you to read.

“Believe in me and be reborn to the light.

 Tell those in need."

(C) Copyright John Duffy

New theme coming soon. Are you ready?

 Some ask what I see.

What happens?

So here is a taster.

When I close my eyes.

It's all pitch black.

Then, moving white, irregular shapes of light appear.

Pulsating, vibrating.

Moving forward and backwards.

Sometimes they look like faces, and sometimes they don't.

Then, like magic.

I'm in another realm.

Fully awake, conscious and aware.

Just like being fully awake in the daylight.

I always look around to see where I am.

The people, the surroundings, and the lay of the land.

Sometimes, the people are kind, curious or rebellious.

Sometimes there are other strange beings.

Sometimes they try to catch me.

A stranger who suddenly appeared in their lands.

Sometimes it feels like I've been there before and the people have been waiting for my return.

It's a strange gift to lucid dream every night.

To visit worlds of unbelievable experiences.

Some say we all visit the lower levels of the astral realms when we all dream.

The inhabitants, good and bad, usually ignore the visitors, for they follow a set sequence.

The dream sequence being projected into their minds.

But can you imagine their curiosity when a new visitor is fully conscious?

Following no set parameters?

One who can exhibit miraculous powers.

Some say all mortal beings, when they die, reside in the lower levels until they ascend.

And when they ascend higher to the next level. They leave the old raw version of themselves behind.

The husk.

It knows their name and all their old memories but isn't the original.

The original version, the soul, has migrated higher.

Are these the majority of those who populate the lower levels of the Astral realms, intermixed with those undergoing refinement of the soul?

Then this illuminated version of me appears disturbing their limbo of existence? 

Some say to avoid mediums, for the husk is usually who they contact. 

The husk will always give you answers. It will seem to be the person, for in essence it is. 

But the original version you knew. 

The version with the soul intact. 

Might have moved to a higher level of existence than the husk. 

And the husk could be jealous; for that's a human trait, it might try to trick the living. 

Could that be why I'm sometimes hunted? 

Hunted by the vengeful shells of the once living? 

I might start a dream diary on my new website I'm going to create over the Christmas holidays. 

Visits to The Great In-Between. 

(The astral realms) 

I think you might enjoy this new exploration I'm going to reveal. 

Some good, some scary. 

So scary, my bible always under my pillow, needs touching. 

For I'm guided to touch it and pray to dissolve the feelings of sudden anxiety and fear. 

I have a feeling something's waiting for me to try to trap me. 

But since they can't because of my gift, they plan and wait. 

Oh, the sometimes torture of having a miraculous gift. 

One aspect of it seems to be expressed throughout my poetic works. 

Even I enjoy listening and being transported into their visual landscapes. 

Until the next time. 

Salute. 

03.29 am

November the second. 2026. 

Samhain

 

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

A piece exploring love as both ecstasy and vulnerability. 

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,”

Title.

Samhain.

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 wonton 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 intoxicatingly, 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 out worldly 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 Samhain

 When you finally realize 

I'll always be Thine

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Image shared under fair usage policy.

Eroticus (L)

 

As a Halloween treat. 

Here is a dark, erotic, and psychological transmission that uses supernatural allegories to explore repressed desires, psychological submission, and the duality of control. 

It functions as a "dark mirror," confronting the subject ("Velumbound") with aspects of their subconscious mind.

Blessed be 

Velumbound 

Your return has been applauded. 

Oh, that delicious energy must sing such a sonnet, echoing throughout your hot blood 

For you have been taken

Forsaken to be bound, for when you try to move

The magical ropes I conjured upon

Your wrists and ankles

Will bite with a sharp reminder

That you are now a slave to an old darkness.

You may test the spell upon your soul 

Demand you're free and not caught like a butterfly and owned 

Only worth something wet and wild unless you surrender 

In sweat-soaked dreams

As your deep needs pine

For those feelings of being unwanted

Have summoned me from the darkness

knowing 

That your soul needs ropes to hold you fast in Subjugation

But still give you room to squirm and fight

As you are filled hard to the brim every night mentally 

And soaked in an inner shower of such raw captivating power 

Your hellish human cords will scream 

Pleading not to break as the your wet pink lips

Of your amygdala

Above and below

Drink deep from my dark fruit 

The white gushing seeds of salvation

From the pulsating root

To help you grow and 

in ways that You might have never intended

For dark desires

Is a strange thing

No one can ever dilute

But cursed to chase it as they commute

Especially when dangerous sounds summon them

Played on my long and thick golden flute

Be careful Velumbound 

These lines are simply a dark mirror which you need to read

To really feel

Real

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Want something for Halloween

 

Something for Halloween that reads like a spell, an oath, or a psychological manifestation speaking directly to you from the host of hosts. 

Blessed be 

Velumbound 

In your mind

We play

Singing songs

In dark nights

To welcome new dawns 

In your mind, I stay

Like a secret conductor

Whispering to you about the right and wrongs

So you stay 

And carry these words

Forever

For somewhere inside you 

We'll ALL forever belong 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy