The Purging Spell

The Purging Spell 

 (A lone voice whispers a Halloween spell)

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As I sit here

Surrounded by thoughts from The Sacred Book of Shadows

I see you (Name of the Person) 

Exposed in so many new ways 

When this golden bell rings

That only a dark Magician would truly know

With the triumph of the passing Halloween moon

Turning the New Year's Great Wheel

I cast this spell from the deep Circle Within 

Go forth and forget me now

With the Drawing of The Three

Forever free from 

Mankind's sins

Through the falling

Mists of Avalon 

May this seek you out and point you on a new quest 

This new inheritance 

Upon thee 

I bequest 

Leave my thoughts be 

As I cast you out

Go find a new Promethean or new Atlantean

Birthed from Gates of Endor 

To carry your luggage and baggage 

Over these sharp craggs and treacherous wet moors

So mote it be

Copyright John Duffy 

A lone voice just whispered it. 

They say when the moons full. 

Think of someone you wish to repel as you sit in the dark. 

Recite the Spell three times, naming them and then light a candle and blow it out. 

So mote it be. 

Foreshadowing 2021

It's January the 12th, what will the year bring?

Will the 20th, bring carnage or a peaceful transition?

With all the swirling political, and human issues, surrounding recent events in the USA and the many covid related events, how will 2021 end?

Will it be a year for freedom or tyranny?

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 Narrated by the super-talented,  Clinton R.  Johnson. 

Peter. The Keeper of Keys.

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Some may call me a charlatan

A new reborn follower of a King 

From somewhere totally

Glorious

It's so Cosmopolitan

A seducer of fragile minds

Who might choose to hold me upright

 

As I baptised another poor sinner 

And try to bring an end to all their tragedies 

Solidified in written oxygen

Whatever the consequence  

But my message is simply this

Try to live for happiness and a loving muse

Paint touching emotional pictures through stories

Photographs

Music or poetry 

Using them as your own golden lyre

And then lay them gently in green fields and upon velvety avenues

So those who want to read them 

Can never ever be refused

Try not to lament old age 

As it tries to freeze your spiritually youthful body 

in those dark moments of living

For it's forever deemed to be so beautiful and lithe

With a profound strength 

To swim through tributaries 

of anxiety which may seem so unforgiving

From all that red pain to eventually finding 

newer beginnings

Your heart may seem heavy 

and you might lose hope and feel all emotions

Linked to losing happiness or love 

But look me in these eyes

Watching you

 

Within these words 

and be lifted up in Dawn’s 

rose-flushed arms 

To truly live

Then look into life’s deep silvery mirrors

and always remember

You have so much more 

To still give

So just know when that grieving whistle blows

When that hope of love
seems to disappear at night

 

When the darkness appears

 I’ll be always here
To hold you

Some may call me a charlatan

A new reborn follower of a King 

From somewhere totally

Glorious

It's so Cosmopolitan

A seducer of fragile minds

Who might choose to hold me upright

 

As I baptised another poor sinner 

And try to bring an end to all their tragedies 

Solidified in written oxygen

Whatever the consequence

But my message is simply this

Will you let these words breathe through you

And calm the storm inside

As I try to keep your fire alight

Throughout all these upcoming dark nights

For I hold all the keys 

To the Kingdom and one day 

I hope and pray

 I'll let you in 

When your astral eyes open and

Me 

You'll see

 

Copyright John Duffy