Poetry from The Great In-Between

Monday, October 11, 2021

Cousin E whispers

As I walk alone in here

Just looking for a strange city called Redemption and a means to atone

Surrounded by whispering crying voices in this ominous new darkness

Of The Great In-Between

Which swirls all around humanity but to the profane

All around you

It still remains today totally unseen and unnamed

I always really wonder deep down inside as I move and peruse

Does she honestly still miss me that lady in black who was never satisfied

Even though I was famous and talked about every day

On every world news

That young war bride I once met when I toured worldwide

Who I once used to sit with in secret and in the low hours by candlelight

Converse in-depth about love life and all its sometimes painful mysteries linked to death and power

Which always used to remind me of Macbeth

As we sat underneath that magical old blackened oak tree no matter where we were

Somewhere hidden in the many fluctuating realms of the forbidden

Just connected by a portal I used to call forth by a secret incantation name after a dandelion

One of The Great In-Between's most beautiful flowers

Only known to a few of the last descendants of those deemed immortal

From where I was born and raised in Tupelo, Mississippi

To then be known all the way to the wet sandy shores of the Baltic Sea

Am I soon to be just a faded jaded memory

A part of a now old and forgotten legacy

People come and go in your old life

I suppose

Friendship heartbreak and love go hand in hand with something resembling Damocles sharp knife

So I'm told now I'm wiser as each day I grow older

Some relationships will seem to last forever and some will inescapably be cut so deeply by its biblical silvery blade

That no matter how hard you may have cried shedding such sad tears

Or kneeled for hours and prayed

You'll eventually know that's why love and friendship entwined around treasured memories of others

You once so dearly cared for

Sometimes chose capriciously to slowly just fade away

But if I could only just see the face of my precious treasured memory once more

Starting from today

I would thank the Almighty until the final day of my baptism into a new holy Jerusalem

If only he would bless me with the power and the magic of an endless Midsummers Night Dream

To once again in this darkness

Sit together and talk under this new blackened old oak tree

After I once again try to just summon her

All my pieces are simply semi-poetic monologues channelled from the Great In-Between. Salute.

Are you an Outlier?

A person who stands apart from others of his or her group, as by differing behaviour or beliefs?

Press play and let the music wash over you as you read. Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

A long time ago

With some

Blindfolded or

Tied to old green

Wooden stakes

Because they loved to stone

Or just burn us

Just because they thought we were different

Since they lived in an unseen primitive world

Overflowing with such

shameless ignorance

We who once danced to Old Mother Moon

Or just under

The mystical Sun

Maybe

In our own woodland grove

Or simply around

Luminous fires

On secretive moors

As the cycle's of the world

Slowly

Ebbed and Flowed

Always staying hidden from all

On the mainlands

Busy main roads

We the old

Or new Poets

Pioneers

Painters

Artists

Singers

Filmmakers

Herbalists

Music makers

Authors

Famous or still unknown

But yet brave enough to stand courageously

In front of all the charlatans and haters

We are all still

Representations of

The Old Seducers of the mind

For we are all

World shakers

We who have always walked

All those strange roads

Wherever our

Fate took us

And today

We are all reborn

But now unafraid

To live our true way

For all our ancient ancestors now just

Live within

Just leading us forward

Is there a light

Within you too

A light

A strange beacon which is always lit

No matter how you feel

A need to write

Sing or produce something

Using all those all remembered God-given talents

Without the need for fake approvals or the old or new matrix's work permits

To truly seduce minds

To help others purge all those emotions

Which

Around us all

Still ebbs and flows

For we are all human

And so baptised and anointed by invisible hands to feel

Did you once with strength and conviction

Willingly kneel

To be thankful you were blessed before Apollo's metaphorical altar

The mythical God of

Music, Dance, Truth and Prophecy.

Healing, the Sun and Light.

Poetry, and so much more

To then stand unafraid before all to see

As you bravely whispered

All these gifts I truly adore so Blessed Be

Sunday, October 10, 2021

The Visitor

Entry 234

October 10th

2021

In This Great In-Between

At this very hour at 3.45 am

Here's my account following the breakthrough yesterday

With a ghost whose image seemed to flicker in and out of reality

As if his frequency was jammed when he appeared early on Sunday

And as the pagan brotherhood

Those Egyptian purple robed figures

Always skulking in the black shadows

Who herald from the huge ominous candlelit monastery next door

Chanted whilst holding hands in a huge summoning circle

Around a blazing firepit

Illuminated by blazing strategically lit lanterns

"Gathered as one

To celebrate the rising heat from our Anthracite

With wide eyes watching the horizons, on the East

We await the newborn

Star Child

Tonight

So all our wishes can be manifested and unleashed "

Leaving and moving past them calling forth some strange and supernatural power

With the four winds rising in tempo and white lightning striking the moving ground all around

Like a Banshee screaming

Announcing an imminent death as it struck some yellow flowers

Piecing this never-ending strange night

As I eventually stood in that salt circle

Dressed in black while Luna rises

After completing the summoning spell

I once found in the archive of a private collector

A rich sidekick

Born with a silver spoon

Now a chosen priest

And when our Silver Lady

The great moon

Parted the grey clouds like Moses from the Time of Jesus

In the Middle East

Coming into sight from the blackness

While the chanting and silence fought for dominance

Was a tall bearded person wearing golden glasses and a white beard

Adorned in a faded green wax jacket

With a twinkle of stillness in his blue eyes

He spoke

Hey Mage

I have a message

Will you take it back through this sludge from this frequency to my beloved

Who still lives on the other side with heartfelt' grief and courage

Of course

I replied

Here is what the tape recorder captured from that particular seance

Amongst all that chaos

His name was Pat

Let us begin

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I'll always think of you even though I've sinned

Whilst standing alone in here amongst this sombre moonlight

These are my dearest prayers sent to someone so special

Angels must gasp at your beauty

And all I can do is wait

Hoping one day

When you too arrive

My dearest Mary Jane

I know you'll be late

For you always we're but that's a good thing

But when you get here

We'll hold onto each other

Like we once used to do

When I was alive and as our souls lovingly reunite

We'll just disappear

Walking hand in hand into this endless night

I sometimes get supernatural visitors who compel me to write.

The urge to write this was overwhelming.

Love never dies, it seems.

Salute.

Seth speaks. Will you listen?

A lone voice has just whispered from The Great In-Between.

Was I just hallucinating

As I fluctuated between sleeping and waking in the hypnopompic deep state?

Seth Speaks

Did you know the region you finally exist in after you succumb to this world

Is but just a manifestation of all your internal opinions

Or much revered or dispised beliefs of this life

Regardless if you're single or have even been a good or bad husband or wife

The black gates of Hell are built just under the silvery gates of Heaven

And but locked from the inside my friend

I know you're there silently reading this for I'm standing beside you

Just hidden in the mists

Especially on this night

I've seen it all with my own eyes when I look back

From so long long ago as I remember when I too once died

And I locked myself in due to my deep sins of lust gluttony and pride

What you believe intensely in this life and cling onto

Will always manifest and haunt your spirituality

Until you ask for help so your spirit guides

Can counsel and encourage you to find freedom by pointing you towards the light

They are sent by the Almighty

From the day that you're born you know

Tasked to try to always help you find liberation

From all those secretive burdens and heavy chains

That you might still carry and to try to stem that endless flow of tears you may have cried

From enduring physical or emotional pain that can never be mentioned or named

Wherever you end up or go

Well, it seems I've overstepped my mark and spoken too much

And I must now say goodbye

We'll meet again so don't worry

Just call for me by name if everything seems suddenly cold and dark

If you appear to end up in a Hell of your own making and not Heaven

When you too eventually die

Just say

Seth, come help me find salvation

So I can also be blessed and when I too finally hear those golden bells ring

I can get my angel wings to help me and others to freedom fly

To forever sing and guide

The voice of Raphael

Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read. Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

I'm a hidden mercenary

An angel

A bringer of the

Purple Flame

Often seen

As a young man

Carrying a staff

But I'm just

A tollkeeper

And opener of occult doorways

To secretive places from

The Great In-Between

Held in the

Great Pagan

Books

Of so many strange

Names

One of the ancient inhabitants

Forever reborn

An original citizen

of a lost faraway world

A holy city

Beyond the Great Veil

The Gatekeeper is just my magical occult sigil

Say my invocation spell three times

And I'll appear

To help you materialise those dark dreams of love

Or wealth

You hold dear

It's that simple

O' Ancient One

Great Gatekeeper

from beyond the

Great Shadows

Hear my call and come hither forth

O' Ancient One

From beyond the Great Shadows

Hear my call and come visit me

whilst I dream

Riding upon your great white horse

O' Blessed Be

O' Ancient One

Great Gatekeeper from beyond the

Great Shadows

Hear my call and come hither forth

O' Ancient One

From beyond the Great Shadows

Hear my call and come visit me

whilst I dream

Riding upon your great white horse

O' Blessed Be

O' Ancient One

Great Gatekeeper from beyond the

Great Shadows

Hear my call and come hither forth

O' Ancient One

from beyond the Great Shadows

Hear my call and come visit me

whilst I dream

Riding upon your great white horse

O' Blessed Be

and so be it

Did you do it

The look in your eyes says yes

If you really confess

For I'll be visiting you

Tonight

In the low hours

Just after

Midnight

So mote it be

If Santa had the Blues

Press play and let the music wash over you as you read.

Salute.

All I've ever wanted

All my life

Is to feel truly alive

Someone to love me

From early morning

To way past midnight

After a white winters

Christmas

Sunrise

But like all things

Which shimmer

Evocatively

Like much converted

Gold

It's a dream

I still hold onto

Even now

As I grow

Slowly old

Where are you

Wherever you be

Will you find me

Before I cross over

God's golden countries

And swim in its purple

Seas

I once dreamed

An emancipated dream

Dreamed I'll be happy

To parade

For all to see

I was never young

But born

So very old

I've lived a lifetime

Where my memories

And poetic stories

Will be continuously retold

But it's a lonely

Life as I hear

The hooves of the

Track Master approaching

Who haunts all things

Which currently dances

To life's slow grooves

But I'm indomitable

And will face these last

Few years filled

With such grace

And when I see

The Almighty

I'll ask him face to face.

And say

Where was my

One and only

The one to hold

Me tightly

And kiss away

All those

Tears

Wherever I was

Sad and so lonely

On that cold sleigh

Friday, October 8, 2021

St Peter.The Keeper of Keys, speaks.

Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read.

Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Some may still choose to call me a charlatan

A new reborn follower of a contemporary King

From somewhere so totally beautiful it's so glorious

Some may say I'm a seducer of fragile minds

A fisher of men

Who then might choose to hold me upright

As I try to bring an end to all their tragedies

Solidified in written oxygen

Whatever the consequence

But my message is simply this

Try to live for happiness and a loving muse

Paint touching emotional pictures through stories

Memories

Photographs

Art

Music or poetry

Using them as your own golden lyre

And then gently lay them down in green metaphorical fields and upon velvety avenues

So those who want to see read or even feel them

Can never ever be refused

Try not to lament old age

As it tries to freeze your spiritually youthful body

in those dark moments of living

For your soul is forever deemed to be so beautiful and lithe

And embed with a profound strength

To swim through all deep tributaries of anxiety or walk through realms of seemingly neverending depressions

Which may seem so unforgiving

To reach a new place far from all that red pain to eventually finding

newer beginnings

Your heart may seem heavy and you might lose hope and feel all emotions

Linked to losing happiness or love

But look me in these eyes

Watching you

And within these words

and be lifted up In Dawn’s rose-flushed arms

To truly live

Then look into life’s deep silvery mirrors

and always remember

You have so much more

To still give

So just know that when that grieving golden whistle blows

When that hope of love
seems to disappear at night

When the darkness appears

I’ll be always here
To hold you

For my message is simply this

Will you let these words breathe through you

And calm the storm inside

As I try to keep your fire alight

Throughout all these upcoming dark nights

For I hold the two keys

To the all the Kingdom and one day

I hope and pray

I'll let you in

When your astral eyes open and me

You'll see

Have you heard the Lady in the Shadows speak, in the Covid Years?

Hey you

Have you ever heard that softest subconscious of all whispers

That serenades us all from elsewhere

Insidious does it seem to call

Inner murmurs that will not give us

Simple surrender into a restful sleep

But a curious voice instead

Slowly vibrating throughout all our mental walls

A voice that constantly whispers if you listen

To hold on to your deep dreams

A voice that occasionally manifests inspiration

To excite our sometimes tired eyes

To really shine and truly gleam

Some may with a false smile try to diminish

What flows throughout your fast flowing bloodstreams

Some may laugh and sneer behind your back for they haven't the strength

Or indomitable courage to try to adapt

To swim upstream

But to you who aspire

Beyond momentary false thoughts

Daily depression and who through it all

Still cling onto seemingly crazy big dreams

Those who embrace its soft whispering dulcet kiss

May all your fears and woes slowly disappear

As you find the inner strength to stand tall

And face the watching world

For it merely perpetually whispers

You were always born to eventually reign supreme

For you're simply a beautifully important part of an incredible grand scheme

So no matter how hard life sometimes seems

Even if your soul nightly in frustration quietly screams

Cling onto hope for we listen and whisper to inspire

So happiness and success in some form

Can eventually be redeemed

So be it