I write about many themes. Light and dark.
After a recent post regarding using a dark word, which I won't mention, but in the bible it's a gigantic dragon starting with L.
I needed a word to rhyme with candelabra, so elected for abracadabra.
Unknown to me, a summoning word used in real life magic
At around 2 to 4 am I entered a lucid state and a white flickering light appeared
Darkness chilled my bones and I was paralyzed
An evil presence filled my view
A strange face flickered into existence
Scared I prayed
Speaking these words
In the name of God
Begone
After the third repetition
A bright light appeared with wings like an angel and made the entity go
It looked female, but the light was white and flickering, and I couldn't make out its glorious face
The atmosphere changed, and I woke
Calm
Did an angel save me
Was it real
Well, I astral travel every night, so I know that dimension.
It was as vivid as you're reading this
Trust in the power of prayer
Hopefully, it will save you too, as it saved me
Sending love and light
Your wanderer in The Great In-Between
Poet
John Duffy
P. S
My beloved mum was a psychic and it's probably why I have a gift
I've been in 6 serious car crashes
Been electrocuted
Had a near-death experience
I have been in the tunnel of light
Walked the smoke-filled surface at the top of the golden tunnel of light as I died
Seen ghosts
Watched a witch doctor in a seance
And many more unbelievable things to the normal person
It's why I traverse such bizarre themes
Expressions like whispers
Enter my mind
Hence
A lone voice whispers
Abracadabra and
Thanks for reading
May the power of love and light keep you safe and those you love at peace
I now release you
Copyright John Duffy
Good night
(The picture represents my self image as I astral travel.
Other realms exist.
Sometimes, it feels as if in some places, people are waiting for my return.
I've been chased.
Flew
Destroyed demons with fire
Jumped miles in a leap
And created storms and force fields
Who said the power of our inner self isn't real
Did you know your unconscious mind works even harder when you sleep
REM
Where do you think it takes you
To a field to count sheep or to other realities
I believe when you astral travel
You possess other versions of you in other realities
But have powers for you are the original you
If you know how to conjure them
Who knows
I may visit you tonight
Call me
I'll be wearing a white flower pinned to my shawl dressed as above
Salute
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