The Call of Jesu

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(A lone voice whispers)

Let me in

I whisper into the all-consuming darkness

As it floats across deep blue oceans and rocky yellow sandy seashores

To warm you my new love

For I am so hot

Let my whispered hypnotic spells

Carried by grey smoke in the gushing four winds

Reach those once frozen tears

Falling from those beautiful eyes and reach deep into your lonely heart.

Feel its red flame

Crimson

As it engulfs you with total ease

Hot to the touch like fire

So addictive and seductively consuming

But beware

When it touches human souls

Some are emotionally 

Ruined forever 

Like a rare expensive bottle of red wine

Bestowed from the dark places unvisited and opened prematurely 

Let me melt those cold glaciers that surround you with soul-warming fires

Burning and spinning within my endless dark eyes

Like two burning pyres 

Feel the heat from my healing hands on your blazing desires 

The breath of my mouth

Tasting each word as your soul opens up 

Its dark doors and pleads intensely to confess

No more to wait

But to climb my red ladder out of the darkness of Naamah's 

Endless grey void

Before your beautiful soul is tainted and stands in line 

Waiting in long lines of the paranoid as they linger  

With so many others who make a mockery of emotions

Before they are destroyed 

Let me instil hope so you no more lie frozen under heartbroken spells

Conjured by dark shadows 

From leather-bound grimoires from the Lesser Key of Solomon

As you bathe in deep silence under a darkened purple-hued sky

Let that flame that once flickered so low but never really died

Those discarded old dreams which once laid forgotten in old days and lonely nights

Come back to life 

As I force back Damballa's darkness with my shining Astral knife

Are you kneeling and vulnerable in your red room

Awaiting my soft touch

Can I baptise you like Saint John The Baptist

To walk knee-deep into new seas of Galilee

Is that low spark of Longing

On fire in your deep centre

Your precious divine spiritual altar

Aflame and burning so bright

Are you ready to get drunk on this communal 

Potion 

I always carry

Stolen from the fortified encampments on the perilous mountains of Asmodeus

Called Mother Temptation 

Will you drink and feel the exhilarating burn

To melt as all those old once hidden feelings 

Slowly return

So you can then sleep unfrozen as they creep in

Is it then you will ask me

In hushed soft whispers to take you under and whisper new inspirational spells

To listen as you then slowly confess 

As your inner soul no longer weeps 

Just say yes

And acquiesce

My new muse

I'll be that willing shoulder and ear to listen

As all your previous fears have a means to be expressed

Watching your eyes shine in a new half-light and begin to glisten

As you embrace a new sense of freedom as I give you the keys

To a new unvisited kingdom

Copyright John Duffy

I rather like creating supernatural pieces, littered with light and dark references.

I just have a strange ethereal kaleidoscope, I use to describe emotional driven poetic short story's. 

Are the story's just whispering voices in the darkness from the Great In-Between?

Are they reflective in nature? 

I suppose it's just a reflection of how humanity is shaped. 

There must be both light and dark in our lives. 

For to know and treasure the light of happiness, when it comes, 

we need to have sometimes drunk a sip from darkness hot liquor.

To then stand tall in front of all

Without a flicker or meditation and accept Faiths divine Invitation 

Whenever it's presented! 

Salute. 

The Scarlet Woman

 

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More channelling from The Great In-Between.

Tonight's visitor is The Scarlet Woman. 

Here's her story. Whispered as I patiently listened.

(A lone voice whisper)

With tired brown eyes that glisten

I can still remember when I was called by all

A Scarlet Woman

When I was once alive

Like I was been christened

But I never really cared

For I just loved him even more

 

Because hard love doesn't come without any risks

Especially for the unprepared 

I still miss you, Paul

I always used to call up 

Around at eight

When she went out working as a shipping clerk

To do my nights dirty work

We loved to smoke blunts and drink sweet white liquor 

After the floorboards had been well shucked and the living room lights flickered

We adored making small talk and watching the old wall clock tick

Me

Sat afterwards in my stunning red dress and smeared bright red lipstick 

And him in his white vest and blue jeans

I bet we both looked like complete lunatics

And as we felt the intense sexual tensions rise

As our wet skins once more screamed

What happens tonight in this bedroom

Will be our last time

A sweet poetic thought they wore out every night

For true love makes you commit all sorts of deceptive crimes

We made our way to bed once more 

Licked up with some cheap liquor called Moonshine

For we lived and danced in a blissful repertory of slim fingers 

And hungry wet tongues

A silent unspoken language of liberty and freedom

Bereft of no wrongs

We conjoined in Mother Darkness and prayed for the everlasting night

For we knew in the daylight

We must depart before she arrived

Oh how I should now feel truly sorry for my devious ways

But I was just another scarlet woman  

Chasing a married man

In one of the worlds many plays

If because of it

I'm dammed forever 

Who cares

If you're reading this

Somewhere out there 

In the land of the living 

Paul

It's me your sweetheart 

The one who once appeared and called every night

In the dark at 8

And loved you 

With all I had

Standing bravely owning all that online  hate 

This may be too late

But it's me

Rosanne

Always watching you from in here 

The Great In-Between

Inside these dark gates

Remember me when your time too comes 

And I'll find you before you stand before him 

Him who speaks in all the strange languages of the Holy Tongues 

When you're summoned for your reckoning 

By the beating of the Black Drums

Copyright John Duffy 

Has Evelynn the Angel visited you!

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever felt me as you begin to quietly fall sleep

Tiptoeing and silently creeping in

Reaching deep into your mind 

To soothe your soul as it quietly weeps

Sliding gently beside those warm

thighs and

Wiping away all those wet tears you've once cried

And as the cock slowly but crows

Under the birth of the early morning Sun

I just disappear into the dreamy ether

Of who knows as Daylight
Fires its starting gun

And society wakes up 

To once again run

Copyright John Duffy 

Montserrat. The 10th Angel. Speaks

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(A lone voice whispers)

After long nights filled with deep despair and incredible pain

Will you still try to rise like the early morning Sun

To challenge your heartbroken life again

With all the time that still remains

Do you daily pray to the Most High

To try to find some divine strength 

To try to stand up bravely on your own two feet but still feel so lost 

Like a lone sentry 

Walking in sad circles

Like a crazy audition for Groundhog Day 

Stuck in a loop filled with neverending rehearsals 

In the Sons of Perditions

inferno flames

Or will you summon me to help extinguish its many infernal names

That encourages weakness in the stillness of darkness

For I don't care for all your human academic labels

Degrees, gender, status, creed or wealth 

I just wanted to know if you're still willing and able

To listen to this form of divine communication 

And some of its inspiring and maybe life-changing implications 

To help improve your mental health 

Or if you just want to sit alone

At some fear-filled table

For the company

You keep in these dark covid filled days 

Of empty but so many disturbing lonely moments

Are so important  

For that new company could appear to be great true friends

On the surface to your face

But they could also be simply gaslighting robots and depots

And who 

If it's good advice you seek

You should stay away from 

Like in Sodom and Gomorrah

That biblical tale about that courageous soul called Lot

If you really need my help 

Light a candle and say my name three times

Then blow it out 

Montserrat 

hear my call

Montserrat 

hear my call

Montserrat 

hear my call

So be it

And I'll appear to guide you out of your pit of desperation 

But only if you swear on your soul

A solemn declaration to honour and to my wishes submit

Wherever you go

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Love Letter

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

Your sacred words

My beloved Laura

Written and cast into every living atom 

In every known space

When I read hear 

Or feel their spellbinding call

Even from in here

The Great In-Between

They still fill me up with a wild sensuously driven

Flash of spectacular energy

A delicious fleshy cup of velvety 

Dark wanton sweet-smelling pleasure

I just dream and lust for

Starting at the stroke of midnight

To every damn daylight

To drink from 

To erode this neverending misery

As my soul is under constant attack 

With visceral artillery shells fired from beloved memories

From my lifes previous history 

For you're the foretold one 

According to this Seers Tarot cards sitting beside me

If only I could still take a sip of your precious aura

Like the day we got married and you dressed in white

Wearing that silver tiara 

As you once again plead feverishly

Shaking your head side to side 

In the middle of a dark night 

With uncontrollable erotic energy 

As you beg to come

Are all these illicit forbidden words that I cast out in return

My beloved muse

Just like a slow tango

A complicated frantic dance 

Building in tempo 

Filled with chaotic sensuous tension

Intermixed with painful outbreaks of ferocious apprehension 

But all the while building to an exhilarating

Earth-shaking sensational climax and crescendo

As this intrepid gameplay 

That proceeds the merging of the flesh 

Teaches the soul

To walk up newer spiritual steps and to trawl deeper emotional depths

Is it why I just return every time

Just hoping and praying

You'll eventually say

Willingly when you arrive here

To all within reach

A resounding YES

Confessing silently with a telepathic exchange

With the nine watching emissaries from the Grey Castle

Beyond all known Constellations

That you'll be mine 

So all this pain and silent suffering I've endured

Can begin to unravel

With your final act of reconciliation 

Copyright John Duffy

JFK speaks from The Great In-Between.

(A strong voice whispers)

As I view the world from in here

The Great In-Between

It just fills me with a sense of ever-growing fear

Of what I've seen

So much suffering

And seemingly endless pain

A world awash in the throes of all those

Who are just corrupt

Blindly trying to secure

All they can gain

They need to be stopped

To be defeated by the rising consciousness

Of a reunited and renewed humanity

Don’t let your planet

Go to waste

It’s never too late

Look at Fukushima

The rising levels of destitution

Racism and cleverly conjured up means of mandates and separation

Leading to new forms of segregation

Secret societies

Human and child traffickers 

The homeless numbers rising

The endless lines of the hungry and the poor

Food shortages

For if you all

Don’t rise and do more

The Four Horsemen from the Bible

Will just ride in and stand in full view

In every country

Political pews

To control all corrupt

Governments black and white

Dance floors

All this talk of vaccines and covid nineteen

Covertly funded marches and bankrolled doctors and politicians

Who are all part of that deep state infernal machine

Your world needs the means to breathe

Don’t be one of the many

Who turns a blind eye and when it all turns black

Don’t be one of the many

Like all those already in here

Don’t give your soul

Another reason to grieve

Fight for a new freedom

Give your life a reason

For to change the future

You just have to believe in the Great Awakening

Go back to my speeches in the Sixties

They were just the beginning 

Copyright John Duffy

The Dreamers, dream.

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Heartbroken poems make the most evocative pieces... 

(A lone voice whispers)

My beautiful Lady 

Now forever separated from me

By the grey veil of The Great In-Between 

I still dream of laying with you and watching those incredible Starlings play

 

Caught in a spiritual vacuum of perpetual peace and tranquillity 

Sleeping in a place surrounded by beds of sweet-smelling red roses

Where their sharp thorns would entwine around our epicentre 

In unison to protect us

And as we held each other tight

As the corrupted world burns and turns to grey smouldering dust

My dark eyes

Undulating and spinning like a priceless kaleidoscope

Would be filled with your early morning prayers

Invoking all Heavenly Angels watching to protect us

As we laid

Vulnerable to the worlds many temptations 

And Dark Angels 

Which too sometimes visited us there

My sweetness

My strand of old magic from aeons ago

I just wish I could still conjure up that shimmering undulating watery

Blue doorway 

To take you to my secret enclave

A place so far away 

From society

Where the broken-hearted 

Can go to heal 

And lay together

In the profound hope 

Their fast-beating hearts

Would no longer tear

But that's all but a crazy old dream

And I'll just have to wait in hope

That one day 

You'll open up my grey gate

And knock on my door 

Number 228 

When you too arrive in the swirling grey mists

Of The Great In-Between

Where we'll be reunited

To live happily ever after without any more pain or fears

But simply in happiness and love 

As we finally lay together

Surrounded by beds of sweet-smelling red roses 

Watching those incredible Starlings play

In these grey skies above

Copyright John Duffy

An Old Soul, Whispers.

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(A lone voice whispers)

Are we all but made to know sweet love

My child

To then lose it so tragically

Only to try to covet it again

Are we silently compelled to feel the sharp taste of being heartbroken 

From birth

To seek someone new

Here on Earth

To take away the sometimes endless feelings and anxiety linked to pain

After we receive our new name 

Are we all born alone like lonely lost figurines 

Only to unconsciously seek true friends 

To help us along the way

As we slowly walk towards the very end

Are we all but just human

Men and women just constantly reborn 

To live through a new campaign 

To atone for sins

Perhaps committed when we were first here

At the very beginning 

Way back when

An old-time when love was free 

And you could be anything you once prayed to see

I still remember when I too once met love

A stunning red-haired girl called Lucille Dela Moore

Swimming voluptuously in a wicked world of beguiling emotions

One day as I waded knee-deep 

Into one the worlds many blue oceans

Her name is a blazing memory of happier times

For a brief moment 

We loved and lived in a world of new and old love crimes 

Making love

Telling stories and revelling in all its newfound glories 

But now set free by disease from my previous human life

And awaiting my time to be judged

Standing in line 

With so many fathers mothers sisters and brothers

By this Great Old Portals Rock

We all now stand upon

I sometimes wonder 

In the quietness of this omnipotent darkness

I'm stuck in

Does she still remember me

My beloved Lucille

From when we first met

Many years ago

In late November

When her dim yellow light

I once did see

A thought still lingers

Was that single moment just the doorway to one of my earthly sins

Will I forget her 

Like all the rest of my life   

In this 

The threshold to the very end 

Like the cold Winters winds

That I once used to feel

Which blew in so effortlessly in from the West 

When I ascend

Will her name be a mere footprint in Times logbooks 

Of wet never-ending rhymes 

Is my now deep love for her 

One of this life's subtle sins

The Toll Keeper in the Great In-Between 

Will eventually call in

When I'm eventually reborn 

Into that persistent old domain 

To pay for my previous love crimes

Tasked to not feel but to just walk alone 

As a divine payment and retribution for foolishly abandoning 

A gift of free life-changing love 

Called Lucille

In my previous lifetime 

Copyright John Duffy

A Church called Hope and Inner Belief

 

 (A lone voice whispers)

Do you perhaps need some inspiration on this Halloween 

Do know courage comes from deep within

And can be found and easily seen

For only

You can really see

Beyond what lies

Before your bright

All-knowing eyes

For only you

Can rebuild your hopes and foundations up

To design your own inner church

Where belief can then reside

A safe place to occasionally cry

But a green zone where it never really dies

For only you

Are tasked with

Illuminating your soul

Through eradicating and conquering

Those sometimes monumental mind-numbing

Mountains of Self-doubts

Heartbreaks

Fear

Anxiety 

Depression

Or lies

And whatever else out of Pandora's purple box 

Happens to fall out

Will you take

The lone walk

Amongst those hidden inner emotional realms

To explore those hidden

Narratives

And painfully walk onto eventual rebirth 

Through newer possibilities

You maybe hide from

Can you find the deep courage 

To try to persevere

Before your inner kingdom stars fall

Breaking into a thousand lonely pieces of metaphorical silver

Is it within you

To climb that big lonely mountain of Doubts and Fears

And go beyond those painful Plateaus 

After wiping away those wet tears

To a newer

Sanctuary of Strength and Courage

To your new

Beloved Church

For only you can ever truly know and feel

Hope and Inner Beliefs

Soft kiss 

As they both whisper

You can do this 

Copyright John Duffy 

Asmodeus Calls To You

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(A lone hybrid voice whispers)

Some may still call me

Astarte or

Mephistopheles

Some may call me by

My favourite name

Asmodeus

As I blow past in the early

Morning breeze

Did you know

I'm just waiting to

Possess your soul

Again

Like how it used

To be

Before

Jesus came to

Bethlehem

To my ransack my old temples

And courtyards

For I still see you all

Through my silver scrying mirrors

All those who still

Summon me

At three am

I’ll turn you away

From heaven

To worship a real X-factor and true idol

A new fallen angel

To call as your 

Lamb

I’ll breach your circle of salt

As you recount channelling

And speaking to lost souls

Through

Ethereal telegrams

Look behind you

Look above you

And look below

Listen carefully as I and all my beautiful and so friendly dark legions

Call by and slowly

Whisper 

Hello

There’s now nowhere else to run

For your souls have fired

Molten bullets 

From my black as night conjuring gun

Through that salt circle

Where you once

Kneeled and prayed

At 3 am

The lonely dead

Have now spoken

And I’ll soon come for you

My worshippers

The Unrepentant and Unwashed

Or just those unlooked upon by the Almighty

For you are now

Truly blessed to be carefully

And exquisitely

Broken

So keep trolling on

Facebook

Twitter

Instagram

And all

My new captivating technology

Keep drinking

Your gin or choice of liquor

And taking

My so tempting drugs

But when those white lights

Start to shimmer and flicker

When you feel

A sudden strange chill

Running up and down

Your sensuous spine

And you're suddenly

Too weak to run

It’s just me calling

To take you home

To Abaddon

Because you’ve now

Been baptised and anointed

To be just mine

For all that was once done in secret

Will now be exalted from the new rooftops

In your old Jerusalem

And be reborn into my new Bethlehem

So be it

Now sing to me

Like so many of my pagan carnal slaves

Who I rule over now they've come over 

After a night living all alone in their beautiful graves

So 

Call for me

For I'm now 

Your new idol

Asmodeus

O’ Call for me

Asmodeus

Your only idol

O’Blessed Be

So be it

Copyright John Duffy