Channelling Ames

 

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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)   

Remember me

For I've been trapped in a dark place  

Beyond painful thoughts 

And loves many war crimes  

But still, 

I'll rise and begin to climb  

I'll climb higher to a new place 

Through this burning fire and melting ice

Past my old pain 

Whatever comes  

Whatever happens

Right past all the friendly liars

Whatever transpires

I'll say my faithful goodbyes 

To all my worldly deniers  

For I've heard so many sad things

And sung drunk 

And danced alone 

To some famous love songs  

Filled with my heart with sorrow and gin 

Until it nearly broke 

And relived so many wrongs  

Which echo and sing 

Deep inside as I wander 

And think 

Throughout this grey swirling smoke  

My old friend  

Mother Depression 

Shows me those painful signs 

Still lingering within my mind 

All the time  

Signs of my once-lived life's 

True reflections  

But I'll survive 

And I'll rise 

Even though 

I may feel down  

For I've acted out my life 

On so many big stages  

Throughout its crazy 

Life-changing ages  

But I'll grow back 

To how I used to be  

To be brave enough 

To face the New World 

And whoever 

I'll see  

I might still feel trapped 

In that dark place  

Beyond anyone's thoughts 

And crimes  

But still, 

I'll rise 

And begin to climb  

For when this grey mist 

Finally lifts  

I know I'll still be remembered 

As one of life's 

Twenty-seven

Priceless Gifts  

Just this time around 

I'll be climbing higher

Climbing higher 

To reach new places 

Hidden in time  

Where I can unashamedly 

Stand proud and recall 

A previous lifetime 

That was once all mine  

Before I go on to an 

Original place

Where I'll be free  

Wherever I look 

As far 

As the eye can see  

Just remember me 

For I'll soon be better  

No longer hiding 

But just singing 

A new melody  

This is my heart's love song 

And glory  

As I'm now free 

To tell one of my life's 

Many stories  

One where I'll sing 

Endlessly 

When I enter that new day 

Spent 

No longer crying  

You wait 

It's my life's only decree

For I'm now rising 

Higher  

I might have been 

Once trapped 

In crazy drug-fueled 

Places  

But still, 

I'll rise above all crimes  

Just you wait and see  

For there's a new life 

That's waiting 

Just for me  

In here  

Now I've accepted 

I'm just another soul  

Living in the hidden realms 

And grey swirling smoke 

Of The Great In-Between  

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Where do these words appear from, you may silently 

Ask

My beloved mother was psychic, so now I'm just another channeller

Hearing and writing about strange and familiar voices

Wearing my ancestor's mask

The Voice of ARADIA

 A voice whispers from the Black Scrying Mirror

ARADIA SPEAKS

Did you know that the Devil just loves to come up 

With a wide Machiavellian welcoming smile

Like a thief in the middle of the night 

To collect sinners

Just like Jesus attempts to come down 

More and more each day

Accompanied by angels 

To collect those who tried to stay but occasionally may have strayed 

From a narrow path 

While trying to follow the advice of his many much-lorded saints

The one's in the Bible who will forever be humanities true winners 

Did you know 

You are all like beautiful evocative masterpieces 

And stunning striking visceral tapestries

Reflections of your higher self 

Created from a colourful palette of delicious tempting choices 

You willingly or unwillingly are just bewitched to paint

As you follow an ever-changing direction 

That is always distorting and never appears to be straight 

Who do you think will come calling

When your life is over 

And your spirit is no longer trapped frozen in human form 

But just imprisoned in stasis 

Prevented from flying or walking by those who are always watching

Who do you think will call to collect 

To take you home

But that's a long way away

 

Hopefully and now filled with all this deep occult knowledge

Don't you think it's time to atone 

And accept this as one of those simple messages

To take as a justified warning 

A gentle reminder 

In this very moment to try to encourage someone 

Someone to come down 

Not he who lives underground

Someone to come down from on high 

When your time is invoked 

So your soul can rise up into the afterlife and just keep on soaring 

As your body lies cold 

In its expensive or cheap coffin

Heaven's for everyone you know 

It all just depends on how your tapestries looks to those who like to stay invisible 

Just hidden before the greatest fall of all

When your life's masterpiece 

Finally appears as an exposition 

In one of their many supernatural galleries 

When your time is called 

Just awaiting evaluation as it's one of the leading exhibitions 

By they who watch

In an eternal sideshow called

The Art of Transmigration

(C)

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The Voice Of McLean. The Ghost.

 

(A lone voice whispers) 

In the middle of it all

Before I took the greatest of falls when I heard God tragically call

I know I stood tall and held your soft hand for a brief while

As we listened entwined 

As Prince sang in background

In Montreal

And for billions of seconds and even millions of minutes

The Sun seemed to shine brighter everyday

In every conceivable way

The sky with you around

Always seemed bluer than blue and that's why 

I'll never forget you

For you were my destiny

My truer than true

A diamond amongst the dirt

Who tried to consoled me

When everything seemed 

To just hurt

A soft voice to soothe the pain of living

For you were so beautiful inside and out

And so giving

But like all things linked to true love

Once found and cherished

Death is so unforgiving and tragic

so I died and a deep part of me

Linked by pheromones and spiritual magic

On that fateful day started to always cry

A lone voice 

Wailing

I can still sometimes hear in the silence

Especially in the low hours

For when the violence and commotion in your world sleeps

I can hear that connected piece of my soul 

As it quietly weeps

There will never be another like you

A treasure in the dark

An ark of love and surprises who gave me such exquisite pleasure

So keep smiling wherever you are

For I know you will draw the crowds 

For such is the brilliance of your divine charisma and light

Goodnight my only love

Your man in the window

Always watching 

As his life wallows in limbo

In here

The Great In-Between

Where we the dead 

Live on

Just parading unseen

(C)

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Will you follow me?

 

The Call of Micheal 

(A lone voice whispers)

Would you still follow me if I lit a red candle

In this final odyssey

Would you follow me willingly 

Into the swirling dark

In this brief history of time

Would you grasp my coattails as we trespassed 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 a small part of 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 totalitarian god

As we walk unashamed together 

Behind their many new pale 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 erotic masterpieces 

With apocalyptic energy like Vincent Van Gogh

And then every night

Hidden behind the many enemies money can never make

Before we dream

Shall we plead to watching Angels and the unspoken owners 

Of The Leather Bound Book of Secrets

To take us beyond the Black Darkness 

In deep dreams

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

In Dreamstate

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 the 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 suitcases of emotional faces

Amid old rainbows of hidden dangers

Where we shall find that sacred place

And 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

So

Would you still follow me 

If I lit a red candle to guide you 

To me through magic

In this final odyssey

Home

Would you follow me willingly 

In this swirling dark

brief history of time

And to me 

Begin your journey

And start the climb

Before your bell chimes 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Peter. The Keeper of Keys.

(A lone voice whispers)

Well hello in 2022.

To you

Hear my voice again as I speak

If you're feeling weak and need inspiration 

Some may still choose to 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

After I baptised another poor sinner 

And tried to bring an end to all their tragedies 

Solidified in written oxygen

Whatever the consequence 

But my messages were always simply this

Try to live for happiness and a loving muse

Paint touching emotional pictures through stories

Photographs

Music 

Poetry or even a small act of friendship

Using them as your own golden lyre

And then lay them gently in green fields of all known creative portals

And upon those velvety avenues

Light those events on metaphorical fire

So all those mortals

Who yearns to feel

See or even read them 

Can never be refused

Try not to lament old age 

Too much

As it tries to freeze your spiritually youthful body 

In those dark moments of living

For its a forever process of purging

Deemed by someone most high

To be so beautiful and lithe

Just it can seem sometimes 

So unforgiving 

For with prayer and a profound strength

You can swim through tributaries of deep fear and anxiety 

Which may seem so merciless 

Away from all that red pain 

To eventually finding newer beginnings

Your heart may seem heavy

With grief

In time

And you might lose hope and feel all emotions fall way

Linked to losing happiness or love 

As fear climbs

If only you could look me in these eyes

Watching you

Up high

You would see my sad eyes cry

But now at this moment, it's not allowed

So within these words

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 grey whistle 

Blows

When that hope of love seems to disappear at night

When the darkness appears

I’ll be always here

To hold you in spirit

Someone once called me a charlatan in Rome

Because I was a new reborn follower of a King 

From somewhere totally

Glorious

The wealthy elite

Spread such wild rumours

That I was a seducer of fragile minds

Encouraging the enslaved and poor 

To choose to hold me upright

After I baptised another poor sinner 

Trying to bring an end to all their tragedies 

Solidified in written oxygen

Whatever the consequence

To then think of themselves

As one of life's reformed winners

But my message was always simply this

As I preached

To all those in reach

Will you let these words

Gods words

Breathe through you

And calm that very storm inside

As he tries to keep your fire of hope and salvation alight

Throughout all these upcoming dark nights

For I'm now blessed to hold all the Golden Keys 

To the Kingdom and one day 

I hope and pray

You'll stay away from too many sins

And when your astral eyes eventually open 

And

Me 

You'll see

Standing

I hope I'm stood smiling 

As I'm yearning 

To welcome you in

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Foundation of the post.

And just to clarify, no intentional infringement upon any other faith groups or belief systems.

If any resonates, I hearty apologise for none intended.

It's a piece relating to St Peter.

Details below.

Peter was one of the 12 Apostles of Jesus. 

Roman Catholic tradition holds that Jesus established St. Peter as the first pope (Matthew 16:18).

Jesus also gave him “the keys of the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 16:19).

This is why he is often depicted at the gates of heaven, in art and popular culture.

Are you a loyal friend?

  

(A lone voice whispers)  

Just be like a silent hushed lullaby

Against the encroaching shadows of night

Just be like the glorious early morning sunshine

On a new day

Always trying to erode the darkness within others

Just be Faith and Hope entwined as one

Just be a new strength to lift up a weary heart

Just be the one

Who helps to break the prison of an icy soul

Just be a form of peace and tranquillity

For those that need you – to help begin again

Just be like the life-giving rays

Of those early morning lights

A silent voice of rebirth

Growth and empathy

Just be a trusting sentinel  

A guardian

Against the darkness of anxiety or depression

Constantly calling their name

Just be a silent hushed  

But a so well-loved lullaby

An unbending shield  

To be relied upon

To help push back

All those painful shadows of once lonely dark nights

Just try to be a loyal friend

In which they can trust

Before their love for you

Turns to dust

(C)  

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Playing with words on a rather glorious Sunday.

Friendship plays such a pivotal part of our interactions with others.

Especially, in those darker moments in life.

Strangers can suddenly become like family.

Some can come and some may go, but all those memories.

Good or bad, still choose to remain.

I suppose at the very core of the human existence, we need to be acknowledged at some deeper level.

I'm a friend to many and a willing friend to those in need.

Isn't that why we were all born?

To help others?

The Undoing Spell

(Repeat three times at Midnight on Halloween)  

Trouble trouble  

Soul and fire

To the lost spirits  

Who I pray

To watch over me  

And never retire

Poison ivy  

Envy and spite

Red kiss  

In Devils mist

I look to the stars  

Tonight

I the broken

Still lost looking for Mistress Love

As she stands still  

Quietly hiding

But watching  

Unspoken

Let them  

The She's and Brethren  

The hens and cocks

Let them not make my inner Circle of Power

Unlock

May Miss Adventure  

Fickle  

With pure power

Empower me on my way  

At this very hour

Let not them who boast  

In bars or on social media

About possessions or how bright their star shines

Like the Holy Ghost  

Bother me the most

For what they suffer from  

Is a form of Schizophrenia

A mental state which spreads like a Vaccinia  

Let  

Faire L'amour

Making love  

Compassion  

Kindness and empathy

Be all the riches I need

For I reject the dark blessings

Linked to greed

So  

Trouble trouble  

Soul and fire

To the lost spirits  

Who I pray

To watch over me  

And never retire

So  

Poison ivy  

Envy and spite

So  

Red kiss  

In Devils mist

So  

Anger and jealousy

I reject all of you  

Tonight

As I pray to be welcomed Back

Into the Light

So be it

(C)  

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Dreams of Mother

 

Grief

(A lone voice whispers)

Lost in deep thoughts

Of my beloved mother

Sadness always 

Suddenly appears

Whenever I see  

Our old favourite photographs

Of childhood

Together

Causing me to savour

The subtle taste  

Of salty tears

For

Grief and memories are forever interlinked

It just sometimes depends on how old you are 

For these words 

To truly sink in

(C)  

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The Dream of the Resistance Fighter

 

Press play and let the music wash over you as you read.

Salute.

Like an old wounded soul

Returning from waging

A spiritual war

In my own version of Armageddon

In my mythical Middle East

When I eventually conquered

My own inner red

Crimson beast

I saw you again

My Queen

In a deep dream 

Like a surreal beautiful

Nightingale

Slowly looking my way

With such exquisite dark eyes

Such pivotal things

I'll remember

Until on this final long journey

Home

That preordained mournful day

When I'll finally

Whisper and softly say

Goodbye Mother Earth

And willingly collapse and

Eventually, die

For we were once completely

Heartbroken strangers

On life's so complicated roads

Just stuck on its sad

Ever-moving fast trains

Seemingly perpetually

Just

Riding about in random revisited

Circles

In life's never-ending falling rain

But within that one glance

That one look

In Paris

I knew then I was forever hooked

We surreptitiously found

A new hidden password to a

Secretive realm

Where we exchanged emotions

Mysteriously

And carefully by encrypted mail

Even though we were married to war

For in that new circle of trust

We no longer felt lonely

Or tainted

To walk through life

Feeling painted by the soldiers 

To be caught and condemned

It must have been fate or

Divine synchronicity

For when I saw you

Waiting down 

Metropolitan Street

I finally remembered

A long-lost memory

That floated up

Like a bubble of CO2 

From the bottom of the sea

To that undulating cerebral cortex

I call my well-built Recollection Cathedral

Within my mind

It whispered we were once 

married together

Forever just happy

In another lifetime

But sometimes life doesn't

Play fair and I again

Have to blow you a soft tender

Kiss

Put some beautiful red roses

On your much-beloved grave

As I remember

All those fateful mistakes

We once unfortunately made

And as I return

From fighting my

Anxiety and stress

On my nightly

Crusade's

I know

You'll return

To love me wherever you are

No matter how far

Because this universe

In all its magnanimity

Has baptised us

To never be apart

This I heard

After gifts and prayers

I offered up nightly 

To Angels and Gods

I finally heard a voice that confessed

Oh why did we have to be members of The Resistance 

And only by their persistence 

To be caught and you shot

When someone offered us up for a bounty when we visited that place

Just for a Croissant and kiss

(C)

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The Night Thief

Last night as you laid defenceless at 4 am 

Seemingly enjoying your much-coveted sleep

I stood silently watching as Morpheus the Greek

Lullibied you with his sweet seductive mesmerising music 

To beckon you to his secretive hypnotic realms 

Of so mentally exhilarating ever-changing keeps

I saw you unconsciously toss and turn 

To shake off that white silken protector sheet 

To show the unseen spirit world 

You were nearly totally naked underneath 

I saw all the red lights of salacious yearnings 

Burning

Appear in your ever-shifting aura

So suddenly and start flickering

I watched them burn so damn vividly 

Lighting up that dark room 

So incredibly beautifully 

Who was this angel 

This princess who laid before me 

Shaking and turning in her deep sleep

That beautiful vision who still appears 

As Father Times old clocks that he carries like his favourite toys

Ticks and so relentlessly beeps

Was it you that I saw Mon Cheri 

As all those crimson mists 

Spun and swirled 

Painting stunning surreal tapestries of amazement with your aura

As your soul begged to be freed 

To be unfurled

As I stood upright whilst summoned to silently wait 

In that darkened room

I watched your soft fingers reach out 

As you laid fumbling and murmuring for someone or something 

It seemed 

To feed your hungry mouth with something delicious like red wine

Served with by the silver spoon of the Greek  God of wine and fertility and drama

 Dionysus 

Did you feel my sharp eyes whisper pagan spells 

To make you open yours to look my way

And see me standing proud unafraid 

In your midnight tomb

Did you hear them say

All your dark fantasies that you unconsciously engage within every day and night

You need to me confess tonight 

All your locked-up minds deeply hidden secrets 

It conscientiously keeps

You need to me

Release

Did you feel my strong fingers 

Running up and down your curvaceous waist and skin 

Then across those succulent red lips 

Which parted to let me in

Which demanded a taste of a resounding conquest 

With you as the prize of a nighttime quest

I will visit again tonight and promise I won't be too late 

Whispering dark spells as you once again sleep 

When Morpheus the Greek takes you literally so vigorously 

To rapturously go so deep

Will you open your beautiful eyes 

As my strong fingers once again begin their exquisite journeys

To the heart of all your Bermuda Triangle of yearnings

As your innermost soul begs for carnal release 

From all of your life's unwanted griefs

Shall I call like a now welcomed and much adored expected thief 

To claim you forever as you wilfully turn over 

To then look me deeply in my hypnotic eyes and wantonly encircle this simple thought 

You're just a sinful soul just like me 

Even though you try to hide it all

Despite all your much-heralded outspoken religious beliefs 

It's why I visit

For I was summoned like a thief in the night 

As your soul cried out and called for its chains to be broken 

For it to be released 

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Deaths jilted bride. Marylee's monologue.

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(A lone voice whispers)

I'm under no legal or spiritually strict authority

To make any sense or even to answer to you

I just write this

My divine poetry 

As a means of mental escape 

To disassemble any strands of an old love that I once knew

These interwoven lines

Carefully and lovely built 

In here

The Great In-Between

Will help me rebuild the foundations of confidence 

I need within its contemporary words 

To then enter any room 

In the New World

Gushing 

Filled with an abundance of high-pitched energy 

And with a lit-up aura that screams

I'm a queen

My new empire will rise up like a rare Phoenix from the moist ashes 

Of all those depressing tears

I once cried

When you left me standing alone 

In the cold

At the railway station in Branton Peake

With a soft kiss on my right cheek and murmured a cheap goodbye

I may lose everything inside but like an autumn tree

Which loses its green leaves every year

I'll still stand tall 

To regrow

And wait for the better days to come

The days

In which my emotional winter passes 

So I can I stop shedding a depressing tear

You see 

Inner power isn't about how much you can handle 

Before you break

When love walks out 

And leaves your heart swollen and frozen

It's about how much you can sustain 

To govern that pain 

But still manage to grow

After you've been so beautifully turned out by that special someone 

Opened up seductively only to then be insidiously broken

When shot by heartbroken red bullets 

From Loves 

Black and metal

Shotgun

I 

Marylee

Might be Deaths jilted bride

But I'll survive

For I now know where Robert Louis Stevenson

Got the inspiration 

For The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde 

He must have met you

In disguise 

At The Crown Prince

Dockside

And the rest as they say is history

As I've heard 

 

You've never stop bragging at the bar

 About your only lover and how you put a stop to your emotions

By committing an act of Uxoricide

(C)

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Uxoricide (from Latin uxor meaning "wife" and -cide, from caedere meaning "to cut, to kill") is the killing of one's own wife. It can refer to the act itself or the person who carries it out. It can also be used in the context of the killing of one's own girlfriend. It can refer to the act itself or the person who carries it out. The killing of a husband is called mariticide