. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Want to know something true

Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Want to know something true

 


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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