Documenting The Great In-Between: Art from the Astral Realms. Part 18.

 (The distant rumble of thunder rolls over jagged mountain peaks, fading into the electric crackle of charged winter air)

Beneath bruised, lightning-torn skies, a voice cuts through the gathering dark like a sudden flash of gold.

Standing unbowed against the storm, she calls out to every weary dreamer. 

Reminding the soul of its own hidden fire, and recalling a bond forged beyond the reach of time.

The story arc. 

I had watched a worldwide premiere of a certain female Amazonian woman. 

And when I woke in The Astral Realms, this goddess appeared. 

These higher entities, upon investigation, can take any form they choose. 

Did it hijack an image I saw earlier to communicate with me?

Memories of that encounter created this memorable piece. 

The Ballad of The Recalled

(A lone voice whispers) 

Within a silent, dream-like whisper, 

I heard you call

You whispered

Such quiet, thunderous proclamations of divine truths

Be an Illumination

You said 

The world is still so beautiful, below the dark horizons of bleak despair 

Beneath the layers of spin, broken dreams and sad days 

Where once rapturous hearts unfortunately tear 

For you are still a child 

of a Universe of the Unseen 

You still have a right to dare to dream 

Nurture your strength in cold days of misfortune, and strengthen through faith and conviction. 

Your protective shield to always redeem

For your unrestrained and wondrous heart has always been yours to willingly surrender 

Its virtues, kindness and heroism's, your own mighty defender 

In these days of ever-growing darkness and fading bright lights

Be a beacon within what you choose to write 

Ignite like a Bonfire Night firework

The readers' inquisitive minds as they quietly venture into sight 

Inspire hope and give them an unconscious smile

For them to carry away freely, into these dark winter nights

I listened patiently to her

Trapped and held like a prisoner in her all-consuming singularity, for I am still hers 

Beyond society or notoriety 

Passionate words and rhymes rule our endorphin-filled minds

Beyond judgemental scopes of any mortal kind

For we are eternally young and free

The universe has always been ours to conquer 

And within each silent whisper, when I still feel and hear her nightly calls

Regardless of fears or complex complications 

I always climb over those metaphorical walls regardless of the fall 

I reply, for you could be my predetermined soul-flame

Just hidden in the shadows 

Whispering through written rhymes as my soul is reminded it's being subtly recalled 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy