The Visitor

Entry 234

October 10th

2021

In This Great In-Between 

At this very hour at 3.45 am

Here's my account following the breakthrough yesterday

With a ghost whose image seemed to flicker in and out of reality 

As if his frequency was jammed when he appeared early on Sunday

And as the pagan brotherhood

Those Egyptian purple robed figures 

Always skulking in the black shadows

Who herald from the huge ominous candlelit monastery next door

Chanted whilst holding hands in a huge summoning circle 

Around a blazing firepit

Illuminated by blazing strategically lit lanterns

"Gathered as one

To celebrate the rising heat from our Anthracite

With wide eyes watching the horizons, on the East

We await the newborn 

Star Child

Tonight

So all our wishes can be manifested and unleashed "

 

Leaving and moving past them calling forth some strange and supernatural power

 

With the four winds rising in tempo and white lightning striking the moving ground all around

Like a Banshee screaming

Announcing an imminent death as it struck some yellow flowers 

Piecing this never-ending strange night

As I eventually stood in that salt circle 

Dressed in black while Luna rises

After completing the summoning spell 

I once found in the archive of a private collector 

A rich sidekick 

Born with a silver spoon 

Now a chosen priest 

And when our Silver Lady 

The great moon 

Parted the grey clouds like Moses from the Time of Jesus

In the Middle East

Coming into sight from the blackness

While the chanting and silence fought for dominance 

Was a tall bearded person wearing golden glasses and a white beard  

Adorned in a faded green wax jacket

With a twinkle of stillness in his blue eyes 

He spoke

Hey Mage

I have a message

Will you take it back through this sludge from this frequency to my beloved

Who still lives on the other side with heartfelt' grief and courage 

Of course 

I replied 

Here is what the tape recorder captured from that particular seance 

Amongst all that chaos  

His name was Pat 

Let us begin

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I'll always think of you even though I've sinned

Whilst standing alone in here amongst this sombre moonlight

These are my dearest prayers sent to someone so special

Angels must gasp at your beauty 

And all I can do is wait

Hoping one day

When you too arrive

My dearest Mary Jane 

    

I know you'll be late  

For you always we're but that's a good thing 

But when you get here

We'll hold onto each other

Like we once used to do

 

When I was alive and as our souls lovingly reunite

We'll just disappear

Walking hand in hand into this endless night 

 

Copyright John Duffy

I sometimes get supernatural visitors who compel me to write. 

The urge to write this was overwhelming. 

Love never dies, it seems. 

Salute.