. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Sunday, November 21, 2021

The Candle Maker Speaks

 

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Salute.


(A lone voice whispers)


Hey you


I see you 

You know


All the way from in here

Wherever you go


Do you just wish to escape your bored or harsh reality


So all those chained up fears and emotions can be set free 


If only for a day
A week or even an hour or two


Would you like to seek sanctuary in my Red Church 

If I invited you in


For I can feel it in your unspoken words

I can feel strands of all those urgent longings 

As they impatiently 
line up to return


Do you want me to send out a telepathic invitation

To tempt you to begin


So I can pour a glass of holy red wine as this red candle burns

To tempt us to sin


To then turn the slow music up and let our bodies use it

To then dance real close as the record spins


With a look of devilment in each other's eyes

And reflected in the movements of hungry lips

With hands wrapped tightly around each other's swaying hips

I know we'll reach new stimulating plateaus and sensuously erotic heights

Where no-one ever cries or dies

A new time zone where the world stops and time hangs so still

Trapped in dark skies as our once silent hopes and dreams are finally fulfilled 

Then I'll pour some more delicious red wine as our once lonely bodies 

Find a new rhythm to unwind


I just know you'll plead to turn the slow music up

Even more as this hot record drops

So our now hot bodies can use and abuse it

Dancing real close as we watch the setting Sun

And both praying this moment will last forever 

And these new emotional streams

Will never stop

Then waving goodbye to Old Mother Moon 

As she begins her slow march home

Shall we disappear somewhere so lucid

A place where we can lay together safely forever

As new sensations are introduced to be looted

And as some beautiful slow music plays and all those red candles burn

Do you too wish for all our once offered divine prayers and unspoken dreams 

To slowly materialise and sing into being

This visceral vision I just keep seeing

A profound impression reflected on every surface 

Whenever I pause to think of you 

This unspoken bond we now share

I now know there can be no untying 

For it now screams for a life of passion
Filled with new meaning
 

Offering us a rare 
Once in a lifetime chance of freedom 

If only we're both brave enough to walk into and breathe deeply

The winds of change as they quickly blow and plead with them to take us away

After giving us much-needed keys 

To a golden new kingdom 


Copyright John Duffy 




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)


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. 

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!

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(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 

Wednesday, November 3, 2021

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

 

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


Merry Christmas