Be careful.
You might fall under their spells.
For all these transmissions are small pieces of a highly evocative work of erotic seduction, laced with themes of dark paganism and mysticism, for the mind.
Not just as carnal acts, but as a ritualistic surrender.
Blessed be
Velumbound
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
In this final odyssey home
Would you follow me willingly into the swirling dark
In this brief history of time
Would you grasp my coattails
As we trespass tentatively through all of life's scary parks
As we swim against all the fast-flowing tides
Will you tango and tiptoe past the Tall Man and all his worldly Minions
As we circumnavigate the globe
The new world grid and claim it as our Dominion
For although we are but lost souls going eventually to She'ol
Would you still just blindly follow me
Past the awakening powers of a modern god
As we walk unashamed together
Behind the many new pale white horses
To be wantonly unleashed within the unfathomable darkness
As we surely conquer this life and all its dark forces
Forever tasked with painting new masterpieces with apocalyptic energy
Like Vincent Van Gogh
And then every night
Hidden behind the many enemies money can ever make
Before we dream
Shall we plead to angels and owners of the book of secrets
To take us beyond the Black Darkness
We always see when our astral eyes open as our mortal eyes close
To use their invisible hands to tear away the dark rim
Before our ever-watchful twin pyres
To show us what truly lies beyond these
Books of Lies
Everyone sometimes reads from
For us to venture into newer undiscovered lands
To a brave new world
To see the bright lights of two crimson suns and the quartet of multicoloured rainbows
Illuminating a purple-hued sky
A place where no one no longer dies
A paradise of ever-swirling winds of a whispered, profound new Eden
Perpetually emanating from a deep divine so high up above
A sanctuary lost forever within the forgiving green reeds of a new millennium
A place to be reunited with dear old family or friends who never made it to the end
Where nobody no longer cries
To sit beside the Holy River
To write poetry and sing and to joyously watch through a silver scrying mirror
As the real world slowly disappears
To walk through luscious green grass to the Eternal City
To hear the greatest stories never told to human ears
To finally embrace a new realm free from all fears or pity
This we will beseech the Silent Dark before once again we are lost in each other
For a few hours
As we joyously board Morpheus's dark Ark of broken old dreams
Before stepping silently into a newly conjured world unseen
Smiling like twin heroes with a thousand faces
Amid old rainbows of hidden dangers
Where we shall hear blessings from the
Red Priestess
To deliver us into a new realm just hidden in-between
Whispered in echoes in the deepest ravines
Of the hollow earth
May the Powers of Apollo
The God of Music
Arts, Knowledge, Healing, Prophecy and Poetry
Mesmerise and provide catharsis
For you, as in this life, you silently follow
May the Goddess Athena fill you with reason, wisdom, intelligence, skill and peace
Wherever you wander upon life's many emotional beaches
May the upcoming Full Buck Moon, infused with blessings sent from the Mistress of Helios
Empower you to conquer all known things
As these words are found
As I whisper
Blessed be
Velumbound
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Blessed be
Velumbound.
Here's "A Woman of such Power."
A gothic, romantic transmission that explores themes of obsession, supernatural allure, and the submission of the masculine ego to an untamed feminine force.
The transmission relies heavily on mythological and literary archetypes to paint the portrait of a woman who is both mesmerising and dangerous.
Maybe you are one.
(A lone voice whispers)
I hope she still waits
That rebellious wild woman of such irreducible taste
Who emanates such glimmer and sublime guile
With bright eyes which shine with the illustrious glow of that illuminated flame
Which was once stolen by brave Prometheus
From heaven's dark skies to mesmerise and beguile
Enhancing her beautiful face
Making her look like Morgana the Cunning sorceress
In all the Arthurian legends
From where all her pagan red blood flows
She holds me like a pawn enthralled in a grip of steel
As I try to break down
Her carefully constructed walls
When she always stands tall in these dark woods at the stroke of midnight
Eating red cherries
Making my molten blood rush
Like a wildfire throughout all my pulsating capillaries
Where we still meet as I stroll to see her standing still
Singing eloquently in her candlelit circle
To the moon and watching skies and audience of spirits and hidden animals
As white and grey clouds wave and roll by
Uttering strange ancient spells
Unknown to most
As she conquers all who dare come into view
Before they can yell
It's why I still visit
For I'm just like a hypnotised mannequin
Summoned when requested
To astral travel
By the delicious sounds of her ringing golden ritual bells
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Blessed be.
Velumbound.
Christmas is a time when we remember those lost to us.
But in memories stay.
(A lone voice whispers)
I sometimes
Still
Dream about you
Right out of the pale blue
Waking with a rare smile after watching what
They all usually develop into
All those intriguing memories
Of us
So unprepared
Interdimensional moments
We once shared
When we felt safe
And not scared
Always
Flow like a molten spiritual review
They soothe my soul
Like midnight prayers
Silently spoken
In the cold but soft air
And at Christmas
That familiar feeling of walking
Carefree
Hand in hand
Down Clearwater's
Yellow sands
Always returns
Of those seemingly long summer nights
When the world seemed calm and not corrupted
By this new song
Been played all around us
In this new storm
So that's why I always return
Here
To the
Cimetière du Père-Lachaise
To rewalk those forgotten old ways
By your grave
While the sun's rays
Still, stay
As my tears play
Je ne peux vivre sans t’aimer
I Can’t Live Without Loving You
In my eyes
Remembering when you were once mine
Until
Like all good things
We ran out of time
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Blessed be.
Velumbound.
No one is innocent
Only at the beginning
For we were all born to see
If we could resist sinning
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
The Last Words of the Seeker in Sheol
(A tired voice whispers)
I think I was put under love's enchanted spell
When I first met that wondrous heart
That to me
Quietly yelled
For I've walked so many hard miles in this black sand and yellow sea
Acid rain and pale snow
As far as my tired eyes could see
Wandered to low places
Where the Good
Don't go
Seen dark shadows
Dance the Argentine Tango as fireflies glowed
But still, I stand strong
Even though my clothes and eyes are wet
Wet with those old tears,
I once cried
When you died
Walking and finding
This
The only way
Was hard and long
With just my memories of your love
To carry me
To find you
With its sweet mesmerising song
And for centuries
I searched through these wind-blown mists
And now at the threshold of all things
As a lone bell rings
I call out across these ever-changing roads
Are you there
My only goth girl
My torment and heaven at noon
The one bestowed with all the gifts
Who once made my poor soul bloom
If so
Open up the bejewelled doors
And let me into that room
Where you stand
Use your Frankincense
Herbs of blue and pure prayers
To create a sacred space in the Promised Land
To save this lovesick veteran
Of the universes
Endless spiritual wars
This I call in front of all
Will you appear
From the folds
And show me
Once again
Your beautiful face
Before I merge forever
Into this cold yellow sea
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Velumbound
(A lone, old but confident seductive voice whispers in 2026)
Well, hello there
From my fire-lit throne room, here
Seated amongst the hail and the bright golden fireflies
With new fear mixed and burning with black blood
With Arâkîba and Râmêêl as my two witnesses
Surrounded by my four
Horsemen
Slaves on their different coloured horses
With souls crying underneath my cracked white altar
Crawling in your humanity's deep crimson mud
As they scream out for salvation into the whaling now endless night
Drowning in this new flash flood
The Harvest of the Earth is soon to begin
We’ll all emerge laughing
With seven bowls
Held out as you all scream
Just asking to feed on more
Of your worshipped kings or queens
The Wormwood Star
So bright
Will light our way
Over Shoels old Borders
Heralding us
To be the newly anointed eaters
Of all your sins
The silence in Heaven
Will be our Seventh Seal
Our earthly manifestation and
Our second reintroduction
The pagan Songs of Old Moses
About the Seven Angels
Carrying the Seven Plagues
Will once more be sung
In a new Sodom and Gomorrah
The Scarlet Woman
Her Red Dragon
And the two pagan beasts
From the East
I will send forth from Hades
Summoned to create a
Plague of locusts
As they start so many delicious
New crusades
The Seven-Sealed Scrolls
Which speak of
The Lamb Slain
When great earthquakes
Send all mountains thrown into
Boiling molten seas
As a third of the Sun and
Moon
Collide in such violence
The survivors of your world
Will watch
Star-struck in silence
There will be no judgments or rewards
No new personages, medals, or salvation
But
With a tremendous earthquake
I'll send walking up
Euphrates River
One of my old queens
Babylon
Greatest of all prostitutes
With lips painted red and
Sharp crimson nails
She’ll seduce all watchers
With wide eyes before they all die
And my Babylon of Old
Will once again rise
All seas will soon turn to blood
Vengeful and painful
Overflowing and
Filled with such beautiful political sores
People once torched by Torquemada’s fires
In those dammed inquisitions
In the Middle Ages
Shall escape from my darkness
To taste the pain
Many will soon worship
My once unspoken name
Samîazâz
And soon when I return
We will all hold hands in a new salt circle
Illuminated by a thousand old stars
To then put up
A new broken
Black and red flag
To forever sing
O’ Blessed be
So mote it be
And then you will all drown in mortal and sexual sin
O’ Blessed be
So mote it be
Asmodeus is soon to come
For we are legion
So sing to us
O’ Blessed be
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Velumbound.
A transmission about the "sacred tree" that all lovers see represents the universal, almost mystical awakening of romantic devotion.
The "eight magical letters" explicitly spell out the phrase "I love you," acting as a binding spell that persists even after the relationship eventually "stutters" or ends.
Let us begin.
The Sacred Tree
(A lone voice whispers)
I can remember now I'm seventy-five
In this nursing home called
The Atonement
A surreal time
When I felt so alive
A pivotal moment in my life when happiness blew
Like a magical ruby red seed within golden leaves
Through my soul garden
Where nobody grows
And slowed and stopped to paint a priceless picture like a young Picasso
I thought would last forever
When we caressed
And would never die
Up high
In our now twin minds,
Midnight sky
A tapestry of two hearts beating as one
Entwined in mind
Where in time
We spoke in rhymes
But like all golden leaves once green
Sent from The Great In-Between
The gold heralds a time to grieve
So now apart
We silently cry
Me the daylight
And She
The crow
Who flies at night
With ruby red lips
Bestowed with a kiss
To sink so many ships
And in this mournful hour, in this precarious night
As I write
Before Saint Peter
Calls me home
I leave this letter to her
Infused with powerful memories of those happy days and hours
So she knows
I'll always remember the day we first met
And each willingly received
A red rose from the secret tree
All lovers see
In each other's enamoured eyes
When with eight magical letters
They bind forever
With a sweet romantic line
They utter
I love you
Before their beautiful relationship stutters
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Blessed be.
Velumbound.
Can you remember those fear-inducing speeches?
(A lone voice whispers)
With vacant, empty stares
Like the husk above and desolate, soul-crushing goals
They who love to stand on mahogany podiums to talk and preach
Those who'd like to paint the globe in anxious red paint
Creating drum beats of suspicion
To all within their reach
And then instruct mandates that could make a sane man faint
For people to comply for their own safety
With a straight face
Pretending they aren't tainted
Corrupted or even classed as crazy
But in reality
The masses now wilfully mesmerised and gleefully enrolled
Are just restrained like prisoners in orange jumpsuits
By those they've put in control
Because of this and their devoted followers
Who through social media
Feel they can openly criticise whilst on patrol
This continuous talk of death and fear
The threat of shedding so many unfortunate tears
Makes them listen to those issuing instructions
Even More
But beyond the limitations of all that seemingly hypnotising fear
There is still hope
Hope in the divine knowledge
Of a new freedom
Once we go outside their strict walls and rigid ramblings
Breaking free from their cleverly crafted paradigms
Linked to isolation and confinement
Trying to imprison all those poor souls listening
As they read from their new Dead Sea Scrolls
We can each still create a new kingdom of our own
By keeping our faith and looking between the lies
Whilst tearing up labels and testimonies from those corrupted dark trolls
Just following hidden instructions
From the ghouls
Who are really in the know
Members of secret societies whose motto is simply
Money and greed
What they do not know is
"Radix Malorum Est Cupiditas"
A Biblical quotation in Latin
Which means
"Greed is the root of evil"
Which will be the mantra of the Devil's Men when they come
And all they'll hear when their time is called
And to the 9th Circle be driven by the hell hounds
As they are recalled
Where they'll suffer into eternity
When their pitiful souls over hot coals are hauled
Keep the faith
Better days are coming your way
Your life has never been just another commodity
That can be easily bought and sold
If you never agree
to put it up for sale
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
.
Velumbound.
Can you ever trust politicians?
Here's a cynical, politically charged transmission that explores the concept of personal liberty and individual autonomy against a backdrop of institutional manipulation.
The piece serves as a cautionary warning to the reader, urging them to develop hyper-awareness ("open your eyes real wide") to avoid being exploited by political forces.
Libertas
(A lone voice whispers)
Some say to be free
And avoid being played
By anyone or anything
Consumed and discarded like a cheap bottle of lemonade
By the charge of those drinking warm bottles of Kool-Aid
From their brown bag of tricks
You have to open your eyes real wide to see
To try to see what they plan and say in the shade
To see what they really know and places they go
To hear the true sounds of the bells they ring
And in that moment
As you watch with bright eyes aglow
To hear what songs they sing
As their record plays
You will know where their true loyalties lie
And know
If you're being played or betrayed
By those dark souls
Who hide
Like members of The Lost Crusade
Amongst the dark shadows of humanity's deadly nightshade
Called politics
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
