Inescapable

 

The Goddess from Glastonbury Tor

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

( A lone voice whispers)

Can you hear her faintly call / The Goddess now seated at Glastonbury Tor?

Spring / The life-giving goddess of all.

The warrior queen to emerge from / The deep depths of winter's cold.

To rally round the young and old / On the Vernal Equinox 

As Winter's toys go back in his box.

And the warm blooming of Spring can begin / As choirs of Robins sing.

With the Goddess and Queen / Sharing her life-giving rays 

To all in sight / Day or night.

Summoning forth the Purple Flame / To purge all winter's darkness that remains 

All in the Great Creator's name.

Shooting molten arrows from the midday orb / To relight the cycle and the great forge.

In the many sleeping / Awaiting her ringing yellow bells 

To break the winter's spell / When dawn's Vernal Equinox 

Cockerels sing.

Welcoming the Goddess / Great Mother 

Of all living things.

Awaiting the moment for her / To open her angel wings 

So new life can begin.

Spreading from Glastonbury Tor / To all 

With her New Year's weapons of war.

Will you hear her faint call / Once more 

And purge your soul / From winter's cold 

To be reborn.

With the blowing / Of her Great Golden

Bannerman's horn?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

 

The Silver Circle

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

In esoteric traditions, a circle represents protection, wholeness, and infinity. 

A "silver circle" implies something sacred, valuable, and magically sealed. 

Acknowledging that it is "broken" signifies accepting that the relationship cannot be mended.

Let us begin. 

(A lone voice whispers) 

I've always missed your brown eyes since the day our love died.

That old magic and mystery have now been replaced by grief.

The thief of all happiness.

So this Christmas, I shall dance alone. 

Alone and holding my new world up like Atlas as I try to overcome this sadness.

I know it's crazy what life throws at us and makes us walk through an experience that changes our lives forever.

Like a new Road to Damascus, but I still miss us.

The starlight.

Blue skies.

The joy and pain, but all that now remains.

Is the cold rain filled with broken songs. 

Sung by lone raindrops on my windowpanes.

For even though I conjured Fire, Air, Water, and Earth.

Prayed alone at my sacred altar as the Winter Solstice ended.

Lit frankincense candles.

I know now our silver circle is broken, so that's why I send this.

For some things are so hard to say when spoken.

So I wish you well.

To be reborn into the light and be awakened.

By the Almighty's secret occult spell.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Visitation

 

It came for me late last night.

Sliding and creeping whilst I was sleeping.

Slowly closing in, stinking of deep corruption, cold, smoky whiskey and sin.

And as I looked in. 

From beyond my astral windows, as I checked in on my physical kingdom.

As I dreamed.

It saw me and smiled, crocodile-wide and mouthed.

"Be seeing you soon, manchild. 

In those dark lands of sweet dreams of The Great In-Between."

Then slithered back while grey arms pulled it into the wild meadows-where nothing living goes.

Like a cold winter's night which forecloses on red roses.

With a devil's smile, it suddenly disappeared into the whispering black shadows.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you clutched a Molotov cocktail?

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

A whisper of Love as Destruction. 

Where Love is not presented as a sanctuary, but as a hazard.

Through Exhaustion. 

Where the sheer physical and mental effort required to keep a relationship alive against all odds.

Will always end in inevitable collapse. 

The transition from a small, controlled flame (the Molotov) to total seismic destruction (magnitude 8) shows that the collapse was always bound to happen.

Because a Molotov cocktail is a crude, highly unstable explosive. 

Comparing love to holding one immediately establishes that the relationship is dangerous, volatile, and prone to blowing up at any moment.

With Self-Inflicted Pain. 

For "Clutching", it implies a tight, desperate grip. 

The speaker is holding onto something that threatens to destroy them, highlighting a painful conflict between desire and safety.

Maybe you know the feeling? 

Shall we begin? 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Loving you was like clutching a Molotov cocktail. 

Whilst walking in a raging gale, trying to keep it lit.

As life slowly hit 8. 

On the spiritual Richter scale.

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Have you been born again

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Has desire lit a fire so tainted with the death of the old you? 

That a reborn you. 

Stepped renewed. 

Right out of the blue. 

In a naked room?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Which would you pick?

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Did you know

Something's last through all weathers

In a place

Hidden beyond a star-bridge

Crossed only by souls who choose to step into a mythical endless river called 

The Great Confluent

To merge forever

Spinning between worlds

When their Great Wheel

No longer turns 

For all things are formed

Linked by a golden cosmic thread 

Stemming from Annwn 

The First World

To here

Abred 

Your World

Then to Gwynvid 

The Higher World

And then finally swallowed into Ceugant 

The Black Hole 

The Forever Land of Dreams

For Ceugant

The Forever Land of Dreams

Like a black hole

Must absorb the ebb and flow

Of all names

And creatures 

Filled up with hopes and desire

Lit up by millions of flames 

By midnight or midday lanterns 

As they steer their own wheel

Through the dark blue waters

Of all things that must feel

From Annwn 

The First World

The land of spirits and long night

Where they choose 

Who or what they'll love to be

The journey 

A roadmap of growth

Of darkness and light

Through love 

Pain and with a flame lit up by a fire

Summoned

And sealed by a Hippocratic oath

To here

Abred

Your

Now

Reborn on Earth

To try to find beauty

In all they see

Before they expire

And are freed from all forms of

Semantic Encoding

Pure as snow

They're born

Trying to walk clean through the dirt and hurt 

Of what they asked for in

Annwn 

The First World

Then to Gwynvid 

The Higher World

To be judged 

In Argentum

The Silver Mirror

On how they steered

Their Great Wheel in Abred

Your now

By The Great Mother in Ceugant

The goddess and link 

Of all souls in her primordial sink

The Great In-Between 

Where all life returns

To kneel and be judged 

In Argentum

The Silver Mirror

When their name

Lit up

By a single flame

Summoned and sealed by a whispered 

Hippocratic oath

No longer burns 

And their time steering their Great Wheel 

On Abred

No longer turns

How do you think you'll fare when looking into 

Argentum

The Silver Mirror

Before the Great Mother in Ceugant

Will you pray to return to Annwn

To plan a new roadmap

And be one of Abred's

Many students

Or will you accept your fate and step in the mythical river called 

The Great Confluent

And merge into something

That lasts through all weathers

Spinning forever like a comic weathervane

In a place

Hidden beyond a star-bridge

Where there is no more pain?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Confluent:

Flowing or coming together.

Will you take a seat

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

A new transmission from a Psychiatrist. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you create 

For freedom

From boredom 

Or even sympathy

Simply to defeat

Apathy

People who experience traumatic events may sometimes develop apathy syndrome

(indifference and emotional detachment)

As a means to further protect themselves mentally and prevent further distress

This is normally present in survivors of tragedies

And it can be part of post-traumatic stress disorder

Caused by emotions hard press

So are you ready to lie on my couch 

And begin to confess

(C). 

Copyright John Duffy 

How small is your circle?

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

A transmission from Jerome. 

(A lone voice whispers) 

I had a dream last night,

Shall I guide you over its tantalising landscape?

Have you ever wondered what Sin looks like in its corporeal form?

Ever wondered what shape it will take?

Are you stalked by it?

Something strange beyond the norm? 

I pondered all these questions before I retired to bed.

The feeling in the last few weeks, of being stalked by unseen eyes, was compelling.

Like I was been observed with sinful primordial orbs.

Here is the dream

____________

As I awoke within a dream

I was surrounded by swirling grey smoke

A strange sensation of someone watching 

Just hidden in the smog

And then a soft voice suddenly spoke

As it talked

A woman in a beautiful white dress appeared

From within the fog

She was quite beautiful and elegant, and as she walked

A huge circle of slithering snakes suddenly appeared

Forming an undulating circle around her feet

The circle of snakes surrounding her ankles were probably only 3 feet away

From reaching her

And as she walked and met other strangers in my dream

The Voice still

Whispered

Watch

The circle got smaller, and sometimes the snakes reached her feet and bit her ankles

She never felt it, for she showed no emotional response

As the snakes struck from so many angles 

Then all the snakes seemed to swirl in a crazy, frenzied undulation 

As if following the drumbeat of a strange conductor

Then the voice spoke

Again

The snake's, Jerome, represents Sin in all its many different forms

Of ruination 

Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth

The different coloured snakes and sizes represent the different levels of each sin 

I have mentioned 

The circle around you all 

Born on Earth 

Has always been three feet 

And as you are tempted to do wrong, immoral acts 

By people or things 

Linked to new experiences or sensations

The circle grows smaller, and the snakes can then bite 

The person never feels it, for this happens in the Aluna world

The spirit realm

Slowly poisoning your souls with temptations, hypnotic nectar 

To then commit more wrongdoing 

Moving up to the next level of sin

As time passes, Sin's poison slowly starts to corrupt the host 

As their spiritual barriers are corrupted and lowered 

The larger snakes suddenly appear like an unwelcome ghost 

Now no longer separated by the circle of 3 feet 

And as I looked on 

A huge multicoloured python appeared in the mass of undulating creatures and looked right at me

Swaying left to right

And then disappeared where it came from

As it 

I could no longer see

What keeps them at bay

You may ask

Sin is everywhere in your world

It has corrupted so many, and many do not even know 

As new evil intentions and emotions unfurl

The crescendo of the hidden drummer's beat is so loud here on the other side 

And as we listen and watch

We see so many without a circle being bitten daily, as their lives and others 

Are turned inside out and upside down 

Worldwide 

 

The numbers of the many with the huge snakes coiled around them are horrifying 

As we watch them creating such turmoil and pain to the world

 Shimmering before us

From the unknown to powerful men and women 

Who, in turn, seduce people

The scenery is always terrifying 

Especially 

Ordinary people 

Who, when seduced by the corrupted many 

Are in turn programmed to become evil and judgemental 

Opening the dark doors to hatred and jealousy 

And so their circle also reduces

And Sin moves ever closer with new energy

To introduce the host to the old eternal adversary

Whose name

I'm not allowed 

To say

And so to answer that question

On your mind

What keeps them at bay

Well, that's easy 

Faith, kindness, compassion and love are the only answers

For when you are born

The distance is always 3 feet

That is the Universal Law 

For

Your purity keeps them at bay

For you vibrate at a higher frequency 

But as you absorb the world as you slowly age and new people or experiences 

Come your way

The circle beyond the three feet comes alive

And Sin awakes, and the Great Game begins

As the invisible Snakes

Start to sway

With

Temptation raising its seemingly soft hands and trying to garner your attention

Money, Fame, Sex and Power are its ultimate cards 

Which leads to seven of the most deadly sins 

Beyond your comprehension 

But you must vibrate at a lower frequency to enable Sin to get closer

And take over

But the higher the vibration 

The bigger the distance between Sin and the person

No one is pure, though

Everyone sins and gets bitten sometimes

The trick 

If there is one 

Is to occasionally only get bitten by the smaller snakes before you do something dangerous

That your soul knows is simply forbidden 

Only Jesus was pure and never got bitten 

Even though the circle surrounding him was so huge

It looked like an ocean of undulating snakes of immense sizes and colours 

As we watched him battle evil from within here

Without a hint of fear

The voice stopped

So

Now, as I looked at the lady in white

Before me

Who seemed to kneel and pray, and the circle between her and the snakes

Suddenly grew larger 

Pushing the snakes back and seemed to quiet them down

She then embraced two new strangers with familiarity and emotional love 

Who smiled back as they embraced her

All their circles grew again

Pushing the sinful circle of undulating colourful strands of darkness

Further back

Well... I must be going

And as I looked

The voice took the form of an old lady and smiled as she disappeared into the swirling flux 

Along with the lady in white and the now sleeping throng of coloured snakes

Before the old lady disappeared, these were the last few lines we shared 

Which she said to recount for the inquisitive

If they ever appeared 

When you all think of the world today

With the growing lack of kindness, compassion, love and faith

With the ever-growing darkness

Does it now make you wonder 

How many are now without a circle helping to separate them from sin’s 

Many hungry snakes

And now

How many have huge serpents

Coiled around their corrupted souls as they commit such unimaginable atrocities 

When they are awake

World war could be on the horizon

Jealously

Racism 

Manufacturing of drugs to destroy people's purity

Trafficking of children

Wealth as control and so much more 

I cannot speak of 

But all things to blacken the soul

The world you live in now is awash in so much Sin.

And the voice stopped

So in closing

I wonder if you could see your own circle – how close would it be?

Would it be close enough for Sin to bite, and how big could the serpents be?

There are so many levels of sin

All humanity sins

For only we 

The Blessed few are contacted to hear or see

For no one is truly pure

It is why He came 

So long ago.

As I leave

Sow kindness whenever you can. 

Compassion and gratitude, when possible. 

Help, when the time appears, and just send out love, when she seems needed,

The first thing I did when I woke was to pray.

Anything of a higher vibration to help to push the circle back.

She said to share this

So here it is

Someone, somewhere, might need to know this before their circle disappears and Sin swallows them whole and they are totally corrupted.

I hope I haven’t frightened you, but sometimes some messages are needed to shock the system.

To help renew and build a new way 

To show evil 

Your resistance 

I hope you try to do some of the above I have mentioned

Vibrate Higher!

Sow kindness when you can. 

Compassion and gratitude, when possible. 

Help, when the time appears, and just send out love, when she seems needed, and above all

Keep up and strengthen your faith

Your friend who visits the other side for an occasional crazy ride

Jerome

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

 

Have you been baptised yet

 

And so the curious come to be spiritually baptised by invisible hands.

Anointed to then walk bravely into the Horde with a seal of protection

Which only the Horde can see

Three red illuminated words which read

Blessed be

Velumbound

(C).

Copyright John Duffy