My Halloween visitor. Lola, the beautiful Ghost who haunts me

  

Someone called Lola has just whispered this tale as I relax. 

Is she one of my Halloween visitors? 

Tonight's channelling. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes

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

It may feel like you've been through all the world's many wars 

But everybody has their flaws

Some may choose to hide it so well and smile 

While putting on a favourite well-loved mask 

Which you can see through from a country mile

And some don't 

Some may say strange tempestuous things 

In wild uncomfortable moments of heat 

When they lose self-control 

As they sharpen their jealous vindictive claws

And some may say nothing at all 

But still, think deep down inside 

People are just human after all

Misfits in the grandest of all elaborate known schemes 

Wandering around like lost little children 

Filled with such high hopes and dreams 

While some just crumble and fall apart at the seams

Trying to make it

After they've  been given one of life's priceless spiritual work permits

But you know 

I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years

So I'm told by Archangel Michael 

In rare conversations in the White Chapel 

I've lived

Loved and cried so many wet tears

And now as I return in here from the Sixth 

After surviving many of my psychological battles

 

Whilst living in the New Age called 2021

Like when I lived in the Old Tower of Babel

Here's what I know

Before I return for a short stint in Heaven 

Before I'm sent out to do it all again

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

Which are written in bold golden italics in God's eternal archives 

Want to know what they are before your own time to die

They simply state

Do the best with your time before you die 

Be kind

Be compassionate

Be loyal 

Be open to change 

No matter how strange 

But above all

Be true to You and embrace Love

And you too might come back for another short while 

Well it works for me and one day I hope to see you in the White Chapel

Where we can swap stories and inspired poetry

While sitting underneath the mystical branches 

Of one of its many beautiful silver apple trees

Copyright John Duffy