Sunday, November 21, 2021
The Candle Maker Speaks
Thursday, November 18, 2021
A Call to Mary
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(A lone voice whispers)
My precious Mary Louise
If you're listening
You're still the fabulous coveted cascade of warm emotions
Within this new life
My beloved darling wife
That I still want to touch
Hold and pray to every night
To just dream about
Life may have knocked me down and out
But I just want to be filled and brimming over
With all those crazy mesmerising dreams
For your exceptional memories still have the raw power
To conjure up such tranquillity and pure joy
Day in and day out
A heaven-sent means to melt this huge iceberg
Embracing the very fabric of my so sad soul
And trying to hold me like a helpless prisoner
In one of my many deeply hidden underground streams
All the passing season's ethereal love songs
I still sometimes hear in here
Lost in the throes of Spring
Summer Autumn and Winter
But particularly at Christmas
Are just filled with heartfelt choruses
That reminds me of that soft eternal kiss
Of your exquisite sweet red lips
An incredible moment that left a fingerprint on my heart's clean window
That even after all these passing years
Still glows
A brief taste of something so magical beyoƱd all my comprehension
That offered me so much hope and a chance of divine redemption
But now I'm like a lone prisoner in this Great In-Between
Which some others in here call the 5th Dimension
And it's that old assurance of our eventual return
I'll always miss
Since our unspoken pact to be together forever
Still sings a sweet symphony into Heavens silvery mists
A divine melody of unchained excitement
To break all chains of my everlasting confinement
And like whispers of an abundance of carnal lyrics and captivating poetry
Filled with joyous lines of a pain-free existence
Merged and infused with surreal magic at its deep centre
Moving freely with no resistance
It sings its own mesmerising verses
From the opened mouths of ethereal silhouettes
Swirling all around me as I
In The Great In-Between
Weep
For I always hear your soul’s deep calls
Asking me to appear and hold on to you forever
Before this treacherous glass Astral bridge
Between two realms
I now stand upon
As I try to appear to claim you
Breaks and falls
And as the dark slippery shadow people advance
In my deep dreams
I always stand in awe and watch in a hypnotic trance
As you perform your sensuous sword dance
To announce to the watching spirits guides
Pagan Gods
Angels and even lower vibrational devils
Our old preordained romance still has a chance
Even as they all watch and advance
Over these dire glass bridges and landscapes
As the world nearly halts due to this Covid 19 pandemic
Which could soon send her to me early
Through strange mitigating circumstances
My Goddess
My Queen
My mystical lover and soulmate
I still dream of from here
In the dark recesses of The Great In-Between
Copyright John Duffy
Tuesday, November 16, 2021
Fredericko Speaks From The Other Side
(A lone voice whispers)
Well hello to you all
Out there
Still globally surviving in the land of the living
Even though
I'm in here unseen
In the Old Realms of Spiritual Bioengineering
As I speak to you from here
The Great Lands of The In-Between
Today it's finally my chance to talk
And my theme is spreading your glorious light
As you still walk
So let me begin
Do you even know
That the human condition has always been the ultimate surrealist
Angelic painter's palette
Regardless of the effects of sin
A rare mixture of deep dark shadows and bright unforgiving lights
Shades of personal purple contentment
Infused with heartbreaking crimson coloured charts
Overflowing with so many samples of complicated pain
All dancing unpredictability in tandem
All over this beautiful ever-spinning planet in the falling rain
And as with all things in life
Two things constantly remain
Duality
For as much as you shine your own blessed light
You must also be aware of not casting your negativity
Through other subtle means or interactions upon others
For the growing darkness may try to consume you
In an unseen reaction
You see
You must
At one point in your lives
Pivot
And see your darkest factions
For to face your innermost fears
Is to help cleanse them with hope courage and emancipation wet tears
I can only pray you have the strength to pivot and face your own sadness
To then stand up proudly like a true soul champion
And hold your weary candle higher
So others can better see their own dark shadows
To help them confront all that concealed pain and eventually
Lead them out of life’s deep and sometimes dark meadows
To start a fresh stress-free campaign
Will you encourage lost souls
To dance with their devils in the pale moonlight
To dare to embrace with all their might
Some distressing so well hidden emotional issues
That prevents them from smiling and living
They might need to drag out into the light
For the soul's expedition
Is not to save the many layers of mankind or to stand up and preach
But rather to just refine others
If they appear willingly and ask for help
Within its reach
For the gift of your heart and soul
Dear listener
Has always been your divine grand work
Just that you can sometimes forget
As its current living clerk
Trying to navigate this time around
As it's a long work in progress
And you may sometimes lose your mind
In the long process
So why not just hack Life back
Condition the ordinary to be goddam extraordinary
Commission compassion and love to be your proud and brave standard-bearers
Tap into the deep divine by cleansing the intense depths of your mind
Celebrate your life as your own darkness unwinds
Dare to live within your own grand cleansing
And make that grand balancing and correlation
A means to defeat the armies of infernal damnation
That's always rising
For to never seek internal happiness and all its incredible celebrations
As you still live through life and its ever-changing constellations
Is simply a desecration that's completely inexcusable
So levitate your life with random and simple acts of kindness
To rise above all the world's many known
And unknown dictators and their acts of critical subjugation
Try to stand together as one
To then rise higher in jubilation
As you embrace the true validation of who you all are
And glow a shade brighter from that soul-changing revelation
That you only require our your own thoughts of self-acceptance
And revel in that pivotal acquisition
That you are unique beyond all those who try to defeat you
With their fake lies and cheap jealous accusations or allegations
What says you
Will you try to do
As I try to advise you to do?
Will you try to live a true life to showcase the real you
Copyright John Duffy
Wednesday, November 10, 2021
Vida Calls
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(A lone voice whispers)
I dreamt of an extraordinary golden portal
Of entering
A strange shimmering doorway
With its twinkling boundaries
Covered in sparkling black and green diamonds
And streaked grey marble
To reappear
In a dark wood
To this day
I've never seen
And a striking lady
Dressed from head to toe in white
With a vivid red headdress
Appeared like a beautiful dark-haired siren
In the middle of that total solitude
Announcing her presence
With the accompanying moonlight
She stood proudly
Emanating a sense of freedom from involuntary servitude
With luscious inviting red lips and mesmerising blue eyes
And within that
Woodland glade
As she stood proudly
Surrounded by a bright silver and opaque light
Amongst the watching audience's of hidden nightingales
Other mesmerised men and women
Summoned just like me
Visitors from through strange portals
Crows and other mysterious creatures
Awaiting her rather exciting tales
She spoke
With such a strength in her voice that declared openly
With a sense of supernatural confidence and clarity
That would never fail
As her eyes looked around
Their stunning blueness highlighted by her white as winters cloak
I once knew you all
Gathered here in another lifetime
From centuries past
So long
Long ago
When you once sacrificed
All you had
When you remembered
You were once mine
Would you now in 2021
Still stand bravely beside me
And sing our eternal song of freedom
For all to hear who come
Beyond all of your new life's consequences or hate crimes
And shamelessly share with me and all others
All your hidden emotions
From the beating treasure chest
Of your innermost desires
Carried and represented like silver nickels and endless dimes
Before your own
Great Golden Bell chimes
To still embrace me
In here
Your Goddess
With a repeated oath to acquiesce
Like you once made
With your last visit
To my secret Astral Woodland Shrine
Many years ago in nineteenth sixty-nine
Will you remember
You were previously anointed in one of my Secretive Temples of Appollo
By one of my bloodlines
As she spoke
Just before I awoke
She looked at me and all the others
Seeming straight in the eyes
All at once
And we exchanged these lasting words of farewell
Telepathically in that surreal swirling flux
With the ringing of this
My golden invocation bell
I now cast a new spell
As this Frankincense rises
To usher in a New Age
Through the use of this ancient well
Of life-changing knowledge
She pointed to a small waterfall with her jewel-encrusted Athame
For you all to drink from
Until you're sated
As you then all walk back home
From whence you came
And then begin to turn The Great Books many unread pages
For now together and evermore
We stand
Soul to soul and
Hand in hand
As before
Everywhere and anywhere you may choose to go
Never to wander alone
Neglected
Never again to be dethroned or
Flagellated
In the envious green eyes of every nation
As we stride towards this Great Old Oak Tree
Nearby
To our preordained sanctuary
To sit amongst the ever-present bluebells
And white, pink, red, and blue daisies
By its Holy Sea
For all the watching
Angels and spirits
To our reunion
See
Risking spiritual utlegation and all outward tales of temptation
For what will be
Will have to be
So mote it be
What says you
Will you still follow
This eternal oracle of Apollo
Like in your past lives
When I blessed and swallowed all your pain and sorrows
Me
A Goddess who sings from beyond the many golden portals
From a place where visitors souls could be slowly hollowed
As they are forever captured and collared
Like a new slave of the Great Reset
Or shall I cancel this dream for the another
One you would rather all forget
Then like a Sorceress in the night
She suddenly disappeared and left
Leaving us all
The other people
Creatures and me
Looking around in total astonishment
But unconsciously whispering
Yes
Copyright John Duffy
Saturday, November 6, 2021
The Call of Jesu
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(A lone voice whispers)
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.
Friday, November 5, 2021
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
Thursday, November 4, 2021
Has Evelynn the Angel visited you!
Have you ever felt me as you begin to quietly fall sleep
Fires its starting gun
And society wakes up
Wednesday, November 3, 2021
Montserrat. The 10th Angel. Speaks
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Tuesday, November 2, 2021
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
Monday, November 1, 2021
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
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