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Channelling Natalie Wood

 

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This Natalie Wood story is based upon her reflecting on her life, her tragic love life, the painful trauma left upon her soul, and ultimately her death.
 
She survives on the thought justice will prevail and karma will be fully paid.
A working monologue for project on hold connected to the Great In-Between.

Did I channel Natalie Wood at 3 am?

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Well here I am again
 
Back from November
Eighty–one
 
Is it raining outside
It quite feels like it is
 
Over the years
I’ve watched and waited
 
But lately I feel so weak
And I just can’t keep quiet and sedated
 
Maybe it’s time to speak
Using this unique channelling technique
When I first started acting at such a young age
I didn't know who the hell I was
 
When I was younger
I tried to be whoever
 
They wanted me to be
 
My mother
Maria
 
Bless her soul
Used to tell me
 
No matter what they ask you
Wherever you end up or
Go
 
Always say yes
You can learn later
 
I wish I had just sometimes
Stood up for myself and
Said no
 
I've always been terrified of deep water
And yet it seems
 
I was forced to go into water
In every movie
That I ever appeared
In
 
From 1943
 
It’s rather cruel and tragic
That I was to die
According to the police
 
By drowning at sea
 
I was so once overprotected
 
By my agents
Mother and who I thought
Were close friends
 
I used to think I was as so delicate as people said
And it’s still rather strange how I still feel
 
For there are times
In here
 
When I look above
At that big screen
Which always rolls
 
I see me as a young stranger
 
Lost like a Christmas miracle
Walking on 34th Street
 
And there are sad times
When I look below at that other big screen
 
For there are two you know
 
Here in this dark cinema
In the Great In-Between
 
One that shows you the light side of your life
And the other
 
The darkness
 
It’s your choice which one you watch
Some say it’s a form of divine catharsis
 
 Which will help you rise above
All that pain
 
Hidden in those iconic
Moments of self-analysis
 
Well whenever I look below
 
I always see the one I thought would love
Me forever
 
I guess
Almost every girl falls in love with the wrong man
I suppose it’s part of growing up
And yes
 
I can still feel you
You know your name
 
Like a young Jim Stark
 
Always rebelling without a cause
In everything I still do
 
Those small moments
Running wild within these visits
 
Into my life’s many old business
 
Moments where I was lost and
Trying to find a west side story
 
To live in forever with someone
Like Tony
 
Hiding somewhere
From all the splendours
In all those tall green grasses
 
On the big Hollywood Hills
 
I still see painful flashbacks
 
To where powerful strangers
In VIP hotel rooms
 
Sometimes
Seek sex with single girls
 
Seeking fame
And them
They willingly consume
 
Where you could fall deeply in love
With someone
 
And be totally lost in
Those tranquil bouts of emotional insurrections
 
At first a silent revolution and
Then a forced rebellion when they leave
 
But above
 
On the surface
Which we show the world
 
From here to eternity
 
I've learned
We hide ourselves to the watchers
 
Lying to ourselves while
Parading such a false love
 
I loved you once
Robert
 
But below that surface
Where the darkness multiplies
And grows
 
Like those painful moments
I endured in Chateau Marmont
 
Where feelings of doubts
Deep inner fears and invisible tears
 
Always return for they cannot ever be washed
But always haunt
 
I always prayed they
Wouldn’t stay
 
But they always go on and on
 
All questions heralding from the
Moment I met the smiling
Snarling
 
Paris Pitman Jr.
The Spartacus people loved
 
The popular
Mister Who Knows
Dressed in his white coat
And with his foolish
 
Devilish stare
 
The king of all those action
Picture shows
 
I can still see him smiling everywhere
 
I may seem calm and collected
But beneath the surface
 
I once feared to be rejected
By RJ and the watching world
 
But for now
 I still smile and play
 
With Elvis
Empowered with the hope
 
That those painful memories will fade
And these mysterious four winds will
Blow all old those fears away
 
It's how I now cope
 
I no longer visit my deep depths
Where I was once drowned
 
By shall I just say
Two accomplices
 
Off the coast of Santa Catalina
 
In those dark blue waters
A place where light
Lies in the distance
 
For now though
I’ll stay kneeling in front of these
Four candles
 
Steadfast in the hope
Justice will prevail
 
To bring truth and an end to this
Scandal
 
Have you two been afraid
As you age
 
Of changing your statements
And all its misleading intent
 
To extinguish your dark secrets
For it binds you to feelings of
Guilt
 
Which I know must feel so tragic
 
Have you two built your lives around
Just serving you
 
Listened
Hypnotized to believe your lies
 
 
Now the public no longer
Cries
 
Have some of your memories
Been happy
And some may have been magic
 
But in a moment of heart to heart
Do time and guilt
 
Make your hearts grow colder
Even as all my own children get older
 
The Great In-Between
Is waiting to judge you
Both
 
But you have a good life
While we all still wait
 
Seek love
Something denied to me
Like an untamed gipsy
 
Embrace its golden rays
As we now judge
 
Major Garrett
 
Now he’s entered a town without pity
Somewhere in here
 
High up in the Holy City
 
Remember
 
Tomorrow Is forever
And these old movies never stop
They just go on
 
Catching all the Jekyll and Mr Hydes
On the bottom screen
 
As we
All the victims of some sort of mortal crime
Or violence
 
Standstill
Hidden but always watching
Waiting patiently in silence
 
Alongside our faithful spirit guides
Amongst the long shadows
 
Waiting to hand out justice
To the corrupted
 
When their time comes
And their lives are too
 
Interrupted
 
Confess now
 
Before you two
Stand before us
 
It’s your only way to find a path
To your own salvation
 
Before your eventual sentence
If you don’t show repentance
 
Remember we wait
 
I never knew motherhood could be so truly gratifying until I had children
 
Moments I still miss
 
Because I was sent alone
To a place where their soft cheeks
 
I could no longer touch or kiss
 

I miss you so much Lana
And my daughters
Natasha and Courtney
Just remember and always think of me
 

Copyright John Duffy

Channeling Caroline Flack

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(A lone female voice whispers)

All I've ever wanted

All my short life

 

From Enfield to

London

Is to feel truly alive

 

For someone special to just love

Me

 

From early morning

To way past

Midnight

 

After a yellow

Sunrise

 

But like all things

Which shimmer

 

Like much-coveted

Diamonds or precious

Gold

 

It's a dream

I still try to hold onto

Even now

 

In here

The Great In-Between

 

As I into eternity

Slowly grow old

 

Where are you

My one and only love

 

Will you ever find me

 

Before I finally cross over

To God's golden countries

 

And swim forever in its purple

And blue Seas

 

I once had

An emancipated dream

 

Dreamed I'll be happy

To parade on a

Love Island

 

For all to see

 

I was never young

But born

So very old

 

Filled with so many painful

Self-doubts

 

I could no longer control

 

I'm just so glad

I've lived a lifetime

Where happy memories

 

With my precious Jody

And my beloved family

 

Will help to extinguish

All those sad

Tabloid stories

 

If they are still being sold

Or retold

 

But it's a lost and lonely

Life in here

 

As I feel

The faint hooves of the

Track Master approaching

 

He who haunts all things

 

Which currently slow dances

To life or deaths

 

Ever spinning wheels

As he sings

 

I will be courageous

For I'm indomitable

 

And will face those last

Few years I once lived

And loved

 

As I watch those memories flow past

With such heavenly grace

 

And when I see

Our Lord

Which these in here

 

Call the Almighty

 

Who I still believe deep inside

Will forgive me

 

I'll just ask

 

Looking him straight

In the eyes

 

Face to face

 

Where is my

One and only

 

The one I used to hold on to

Tightly

 

In Stoke Newington

 

Who I still dream of when he

Kissed away

All those painful

Tears

 

I once cried

 

Wherever I was so

Sad and depressed

 

Even when the world judged me

And I felt so very lonely

 

Wondering whatever was going to

Be printed next

 

Before I go

 

I just want you to know

 

Jody Lewis

And all my family

 

I’ll always love you

And

You will always be my

Forever

 

One and only

 

I will always wait

 

Just look for

Me standing quietly

 

Within these

Pearly White Alabaster Gates

For regardless of what the world may print or say

We are forever true soulmates

 

 Copyright John Duffy

 

 

The Cop who haunts me through my Scrying Mirror

(A lone voice whispers)

If I hadn't met you in my old life of solving crimes

In its ever-changing silvery mists

Filled with dark secrets and unknown or expected unwanted emotions

That can suddenly fluctuate between love and yearnings 

In intense twelve-hour shifts

Things that can drive a man nuts with all its deep cuts

I never would have understood the genuine price

The goddess of love can bring 

To make your old world sing

For Lady Aprodites sweet soul all-consuming kiss 

That unforgettable one which makes your heart pulse with crazy feelings

No one can ever predict 

I wouldn't have known the intense thrill 

Of running like a pair of reckless wild young convicts

Emotionally through all the green fields that suddenly opened up before us

Days and even longer nights

Filled with youthful dreams of rightful victories and short future stories

Overflowing with such epic glories 

Daydreams where we'd both be magnificent heroes and against all odds

Always win 

For profound hope used to faithfully persist 

Racing blindly past all the sad lonely old men and women 

Who like me 

Took a seat at Loves high table

All the while foolishly knowing the risks 

 

Tragic souls who now sit unsatisfied like me

With life as their only husband or wife

On their white-tiled porches  

Or behind white painted windows

Surrounded by falling invisible white feathers from unseen grief-filled kingdoms

I sometimes still see with my supernatural gift

My second sight in the middle of every night 

When the visions come calling 

Demanding I look beyond the reach of that irregular white lightning 

That breaches the dark skies 

Invisible to most like wondering ghosts

As it searches for new victims to strike

To bless and anoint them like John the Baptist 

To be one of lifes lonely wanderers

Cursed to lay untethered and unripe as soon as it hits

I can still remember though 

How we once challenged the almighty Zeus 

And all his many faithful other gods 

Thinking if this was life

This could only be as good as it gets 

Uttered wild oaths of fidelity to discard all spiritual permits

To his secret fraternities and revoked any unspoken unions

Raised hell when the moment needed its energies and courage 

To break all spells

But like thieves in the middle of one mournful night

Hunting for things written on their supernatural shopping lists

And tracking and following us like mythical bounty hunters

Time and his cousin, Solomon 

Caught up and separated us

Like junkyard dogs 

As we slumbered one fateful day 

And took you away forever

My life's only lover

But I pray somehow when I transfer into another lifetime

Into the Great In-Between

And when I finally walk through those alabaster gates 

Of that version of Heaven 

I hope and pray I find that familiar old house

You swore you'd once again build 

On the corner of a new Whitechapel 

On the left

At that moment if our wishes come to be true

I'll know then we'll be together forever 

And when the time comes 

To slowly dissolve into the everlasting purple and green hue 

Of the endless Continuum

With our last ever shared sweet kiss

Before we transcend

We'll both know deep down inside

We've beaten death at the very end

And I'll smile because I'll be reunited with you again

But until then 

Even though fate may have separated and broken our trust

I'll never stop playing lollipop at 3 am

Like Kojak on dark nights

With my Colt 45 Service Revolver

Just waiting for that familiar courageous loud bang

When I find the strength to pull the trigger 

Then all I can do is hope and pray

 God will reunite and absolve us

Copyright John Duffy

Mario Speaks

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(A lone voice whispers)

The reason I still breathe is you

My missing old Italian  lover

Lost somewhere away from me in here

Hidden in one of the many blue portals

In this 

The Great In-Between

But when this dreamy yellow sunset before me

Cries its last daily breath

As it's truly spent

At the end of this 

One of my long rigorous days

Of being stuck climbing over lifes many memories 

Which seem covered with so many sharp barb wires 

Lost

In a recurring daydream that's all mine

Which causes my heart to beat like an orchestral drum on fire

Hypnotized with a spinning mind filled with whispering

Spellbinding enchanting inspirational words

Pleadings from my Guardian Angels to try to take me higher

To help me put out all those painful old familiar desires

I always think in these quiet moments 

In this silver silence about why my unbearable paradigm 

This one I currently struggle to walkthrough

Created by the Great Collector of all Divine Revenues

Are we 

Me and you 

Isobel 

My missing love

Simply just two of the many silent prayers

Blowing like tragic lonely snowflakes

Lost in the vastness of Eternal Endless Night Sky

Infinite cries of broken songs carried by invisible soft hands 

Upwards

Tantalising sacrifices offered like emotional shining dimes 

To the everlasting  Light

As they spin like golden Autumn leaves in full flight

Borne aloft in the tempestuous whirlwind 

Of Father Times swirling grey dust

Joining the symphonies of millions of hearts

Calling out in unison 

In written or spoken rhymes 

All screaming for just someone in which to love and trust

Rapturous but maybe beating blue

Does my heart still sing our now forbidden love songs and heartfelt prayers

Loudly like those unbearable screams once uttered 

At the Great Battle of Waterloo 

You may ponder as your soul wanders

Yet know this as a taste of my lifes sweet kiss

Inside I'll always know

We shared an extraordinary moment of such divine bliss 

As long as we quietly live apart or even die

No matter where we both venture or go

For as long as the days are filled with life and the tired Sun still rises

Sending out golden rays to energize

I hope my God-given prayers

Will be answered with my eventual spiritual rescue by my Spirit Guides 

And Guardian Angels when they stand before me

Free of all their earthy disguises

And even if all my lifes sunsets have all disappeared and gone and died 

And an exotic dark night stalks all the new lands

I might then live within

As those, I leave behind 

Stand by my graveside and cry as my soul glides by

When those low drums of Heaven rumble and when my heart no longer burns

As that old piano within my mind begins overflowing with poetic melodies 

And loudly sings

If that familiar eerie noise of lost love blows its silvery horns

Once again and that drumbeat of fire that once burnt

Pleads to return

Announcing the arrival of the Dark Man from Depression's many farms 

Who one should not mourn

Wearing his fake crown of thorns 

I’ll dream this illustrious daydream

I still treasure 

Of walking 

Hand in hand with you

On yellow beaches at midnight

With the blue waves of the Pacific rolling in

And as we stand looking deeply into each others eyes 

With you as my eternally baptised queen

Isobel 

Married and living together forever 

In a beautiful dream

A safe place I can only pray to dwell within 

 

Where my broken heart can heal as it no longer yells or screams

Copyright John Duffy

Painting by the super talented, Sal Jones.

Here's to your 2022

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If Words was a person

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you let me seduce your mind 

So I can then claim your body and soul

Forever 

No matter your age

Or where you end up or go

Let me bind you

To me eternally

With lascivious dark words

Like the Lady in White 

In the Story of O

Till your soul salivates and weeps

And in delicious submissive anticipation 

Begs and pleads for more

As its tears flow like wet snow

Let me devour your true inner reflection through your windows to the soul

With wild unconditional written or spoken ravishing excitement

As I wake your higher-self suddenly 

From its repetitive  mundane mind sleep

Let me take you so damn deep

To strange new apocalyptic wetlands and yellow beaches 

Or mystical shores of unexplored crimson heat

And then let my hidden strong fingertips 

Trace pagan pictures of intimate unions

Across your succulent exposed minds spine

Mon Cheri

Will you give me all those deep salacious thoughts

You keep chained up

Under strict locks and keys

Forever compartmentalised and confined 

In dark well-hidden places 

Where nobody can see their faces

For written words dressed up so dramatically like me

Can bring such raw visceral power

And all we from The Hidden Side crave is a fresh virgin mind

A mind willingly to sacrifice everything they once knew 

To then be gently or vigorously deflowered

As we use and abuse their imagination

Inviting them to explore new or old undulating orgies of sweaty letters 

Filled with naked stripped back verbs

For we help the newly initiated and probably you too

By running our sweet fingers across your cerebral cortex's many pink curves

As we cast a hypnotic spell

For we are the real kings and queens 

Of all known empires

Past and present

In mortal or spiritual realms

If you're willing to be dominated and mounted

It's no good running scared

Mon Cheri

Just let us in

For we're everywhere and you my true love

Are surrounded

Copyright John Duffy 

 

My Christmas Visitor

 

 My Christmas visitor

Someone called Diana has whispered this tale as I relax. 

Is she one of my Christmas visitors tonight? 

Tonight's channelling. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes

You've just got to say goodbye to old ways and try to heal raw opened emotional sores

It may feel like you've been through the wars but everybody has their flaws

Some may choose to hide it so well and smile and put on a favourite well-loved mask

And some don't 

Some may say strange things in tempestuous moments of heat as they sharpen their claws

And some may say nothing at all but just think it

People are just human after all

Misfits in the grandest of schemes wandering around like lost little children 

After they have been given a life's spiritual work permit 

But you know 

I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years 

Lived

Loved and cried so many wet tears

Now I've returned for the seventh

And here's what I know

As I return from a short stint in heaven 

Life and all its emotional connections are simply explained in two lines of poetry 

Which is written in bold italics in God's eternal archives 

Want to know what it is

It's simply 

Do the best with your time before you die 

and you too might come back for another short while 

Copyright John Duffy