Are you influenced by the Archons?

 

This poem is a call to spiritual awareness and resistance. 

In these dark times.

Can you feel the high-frequency shift into the lower vibrational frequency?

The emotional resonance of society getting colder and bolder?

Anarchy slowing appearing to be the new norm?

The world on the cusp of war?

It challenges the reader to:

Question what influences their thoughts and emotions.

Recognize and reject manipulative, dark external forces.

Embrace inner virtues and even spiritual practices as shields.

It carries part warning, part prayer, and part philosophical reflection.

It's especially resonant in a time when truth is contested, media is overwhelming, and many feel a need for inner grounding. 

Likewise, it draws a line between external chaos and internal peace, asking:

Are you letting the Archons in, or are you holding the line with Light?

In Gnosticism, the Archons (from Greek archon, “ruler”) were malevolent, sadistic invisible beings who controlled the earth, as well as many of the thoughts, feelings, and actions of humans. 

Are they dictating world events and emotions?

Title.

Are you influenced by the Archons?

(A lone voice whispers)

In 2025

In the eternal battle between Light and Dark of those still alive 

Do you really want to know what to do 

To defeat the metaphorical Archons that might be surrounding you 

Knocking on your spiritual door and waiting behind it so casually, like something in The Purge

So quietly and patiently in perfectly dark, uneven inconspicuous lines, like soldiers preparing for war

Archons who pine and whine like feral dogs, to take a taste of your soul

To their master, the Demiurge, who always wants more

The slow, but sure followers of a second eternal Father called, Darkness, who incites dark passions in humans

Driving them to rebel in spiritualities new Cold War

So beware of lying politicians

Professionally paid for and bought gas lighters

Even owned celebrities pushing false information, even more than before 

Hack writers

Polluting the shores of social media 

By reciting the paradigms of their hidden supervisors

As a new lore

Who constantly try to invade your circle of happiness

By knocking louder 

Even more 

So you must use whatever your allegiance 

Be it spiritual intelligence or your beliefs in your religion

For you're in a Great War

As an unspoken magical charm to protect your angelic stillness from harm

For preparedness cannot be underscored by wielding whatever your devotion 

For by creating your own magical salt circle through your beliefs 

You'll materialize an unbreakable sword of conjured silver to be carried by you 

A new adventurer

A reborn conquistador

That can never be broken

To hold back the swaying Dark Hordes

Like a dam holding back a raging ocean

As they knock on your soul's many doors

Imbued with your virtues 

As your mighty defender

To protect your family, 

friends, hopes, or dreams

And so much more in-between with honour 

For at the core, if we are stripped bare to all that can be seen

Like a mannequin in a department store 

There's no dishonour when that's all you can do, whatever your calling, as you go out to explore 

For that thought has already been planted 

Split into four Divine Seeds

Courage 

Service 

Mercy and Knowledge 

To be encouraged through self belief to grow into your folklore 

For within us all, if we know 

Those seeds can be all we'll ever need to do more 

If in those four, we can trust and believe, before we too turn to dust

And return to the Universes 

Never-ending cathedrals

Of ever-expanding atoms

As Gods continue at war, while we are once 

more 

Forced to kneel in submissive acquiescence

To Life's eternal brother

When he finally chooses to visit

And we are then mortally crushed into obsolescence

To then hear no more knocking on our spirit's now silent front door 

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

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