. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Emmanuel's call to Phanuel the Archangel

Tuesday, October 5, 2021

Emmanuel's call to Phanuel the Archangel

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(A lone voice whispers)


In this everlasting darkness


My beloved Phanuel


We the tragic Fallen 


All still seek redemption and salvation and pray endlessly to be pardoned


For in this dark statue filled midnight garden


Where all the invisible dweller's in-between parallel worlds choose to hide


In just another brief mystery of time after they cross over 


Only to cry when they eventually realise they've died


Like a well-loved story written in the first mystical books of Adam and Eve


I can still remember when I once ran wildly and carefree like


Huckleberry Fin on every New Years Eve 


Into that old world's beautiful boudoirs of invigorating sin


Daring to reach those hidden dark places


Amongst the wily predators and sharks


Where even Angels choose not to play their golden harps


To help bring forth the light 


A similar place where I now lay


Where all you can do is just laugh cry or pray


And like in the eternal play of the Apocalypse of Mosis


I nowadays never breathe in fear 


For in the end 

I know everyone loses


Even those still living beyond the light barrier and multi-dimensional frequencies


Separated from our two ages 


By our misjudged actions and Father Deaths dire consequences


I currently stand in front of these Great White Gates


Of the Master of the All the Light and Hidden Places


I still whisper your secretive once cherished name


You know


Phanuel the Archangel


My only friend and hope in this ever-growing darkness


Praying inwardly it carries my silent words to you


Wherever you go


For I have now alone


Walked the spiritually illuminating but also devastating Trail of the Last Circle


Using my worn Bible as my only reliable guide in which to confide 


For I know this is my last chance and not just another rehearsal 


Since my true love still lives on a plane of existence in which only the living can survive


That's why I call to you Phanuel my Archangel


For within this solitude


As I learned on the Trail of Last Circle


That there can be no joyful magic without any drops of painful tears of gratitude 


No love without experiencing and cashing in some of tragedy's realities wet checks


For aren't we all but masquerading as beautiful pure angels that have the power to deceive  


Goodness and light enacted by skilful charlatans


Presented for all to see


But in our deepest innermost core


Those who can truly perceive 


Know the intensity of such hidden truths


And it’s why I still search these Great Lands


To find just you

Phanuel


Don't you remember me


Your most loyal servant Emmanuel


It may be a new murder by rejection


As I now knock the long deep knock


On these Great White Gates


Lullabied by the Seraphim as I wait for a response in these hidden chords of time


Listening to them ferociously singing


 Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory.


Remembering when he filled me with such hope 


When after a visit for Holy Communion and I felt compelled to confess all my guilty stories


Whenever I tried to repent after committing another love crime 


But like all the dark mysteries 


Connected with the Holy Grail


Maybe this time around


I won't just fall on my badly bruised knees


Buckle under and fail


Only to then turn back and run into the familiar welcoming darkness


Maybe this time around


You'll appear my beloved Phanuel


To slowly open up these Great White Gates and lead me away


To a new life filled with a newfound love of redemption and eventual salvation 


A place where I can live in peace and tranquillity for all eternity 


Phanuel

Please hear my call


Copyright John Duffy


Archangel Phanuel is known as the angel of repentance and hope.


He encourages people to repent of their sins and pursue eternal relationships with God.


Which can give them the hope they need to overcome guilt and regret.


Salute.

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