The Story of the Uwohali

 

  **The Story of the Uwohali**

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(A lone voice whispers)

My memory cathedrals librarian forever makes me think 

When it speaks soothingly like a loving stranger 

On one of life's many fast-moving trains

In deep moments of reflective distinct solitude

As I remember you in here 

Watching the dark skies surround the sacred Chislak Mountains

Like an advancing grey army

As I stand by its fast-flowing cold rivers

That may cause many to inwardly shiver

This loving stranger 

Always

Whispers back

To me 

About you

A goddess 

I once prayed to and who for a short while stayed

Every night and

Especially 

In the early

Morning breeze 

And just now as the twinkling midnight stars 

Look down and

Bid their heartfelt goodbyes

Within your blazing passionate dark eyes

I can only pray you hear or read this

For I hope I’ll always live on 

And eternally once more come alive

To continuously 

Remind you of 

How happy 

We used to be 

The beloved memories 

Poetic love stories and all

The goofy crazy laughter

So much happiness 

And uncontrollable joy

To echo from now to throughout the hereafter 

Some triggered and caught up

In all the many old 

Photographs of me

You may still treasure and see

My sacred one 

Named and anointed in secret 

By Aylin

The Halo of the Moon

Under the Weeping Willow Tree

In the cave of enchantment by the sea

Only known to the true and free 

So my love,

I may now dance with kin

Amongst long-lost galaxies 

Or lay amongst strangers on green fields beneath unknown faraway stars

Looking at the universe's beautiful array 

But whenever you think of me

I'll always appear 

I hope 

In any given way

Like a soft tender feeling

A subtle gust of wind

Or a white feather

 A familiar yell or sensation

Wherever you are

Across this earth

Or simply hidden

Within any great nation

I may be now 

Part of the

Unknown In-Between Realms 

In a new frequency of reality that may consume us both

With The Supernatural Dagon

One of the insidious unseen energy vampires

Trying to feast on our rare delicious dish of unexploded dreams 

In the middle of any sunny day

Or unexpectedly, at night 

But my love for you 

Will simply last 

Forever and push it away

From this life to the next

For we were once 

Baptized somewhere ethereal 

By unknown angels to be 

Together

For we are eternal 

And one day by that Holy River

Underneath the heavenly Cherry Blossom tree

We will once more be reunited by Aylin

The Halo of the Moon

For this life is simply a re-introduction

A sometimes cruel rehearsal 

And for some time unknown to each other

We were simply wandering lost in the burning circles of the paranormal 

But now I know and have felt a vibration of your aura

All I can do is cry a praise of adoration 

To The Almighty 

And shout Hosanna

For next to the Silver City

We will be reunited 

So I'm told in spirit 

For life is sometimes a cruel rehearsal 

If we once again

Like so many before us

Suffer the fate of reincarnation 

And unknown to each other

We are then simply sentenced to wondering

Lost 

In the burning circles of the paranormal 

Before we enter a new place

Where there are hopefully 

No more painful hurdles

 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

  

Queen Esther

  

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(A lone voice whispers)

She came looking for me 

In the deep and dark 

One fateful unforgettable night 

From the very realms of the Lost Gods

Beyond the Lands of the Dead

Dressed from head to toe in white

Like a sultry princess related to King David through Shushandukht 

The once-beloved mother figure

So I'm told of Bahran 

 

And like a conjurer of unspoken words at around 2 am

She appeared suddenly after I had stopped praying

On the final stroke of my softly whispered 

Amen

She looked me deep in my green eyes and quietly said

She was drawn to my aura as she and her tribe in The Great In-Between 

The Sucaro

Had heard my souls cries

For help and support

So she was sent as a royal but loyal representative of the Astral Court

To collate information and send a detailed report

That was around 6 weeks ago

Oh 

How time flies when you're in love 

You should see her

She so damn beautiful

She looks just like my old friend

Marilyn Monroe

Why am I talking to you

Well

Esther

Has gone back home to give her detailed report

To the Cold Zone

Where the ice don't even flow

A place the living can never know

Unless this life they leave and go

To be part of their Great Show

I'm just standing here by the river Van Gogh 

Just another strange John Doe 

Given the once-in-a-lifetime chance to say

Hello 

Before the love of his life returns

And we retire forever to my Ethereal Chateau 

Known to the watching spies in the North 

As The Crimson Bordeaux

But before I go

Hear this

All will turn out well between the mighty West and the Red Bear

Some know as Moscow 

Esther

Sent me a brochure telling me so

But to stock up

The world's in for a crazy ride in the middle of 2022

And on that line

It's my time to leave

For I can see my stunning queen from the Great In-Between

Esther whose sacred name is Kayo

 

On her white horse

Shapiro returning 

So stay safe and look after yourself and keep those fires of hope and love burning

Until the next time

For it's my time to go

So on that final note 

Namaste but for now 

In these precious seconds we have left connected

Adieu

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Channelling Johnny Cash

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 I channelled Bob Dylan now for the Man in Black. 

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Channelling Henry Box Brown

 

(A lone voice whispers and sings)

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I swore I'd find freedom you know

On the fourteenth of June

In 1848

When I laid helpless in the metaphysical snow

After a being of living flesh appeared 

And sold my family

While singing heart-lifting songs of sweet salvation with a twisted smile

Sonnets to help heal old wrongs but the darkness that stalks man

Oversea and land

Stepped in with its damned overcoat of black sins

Looking back

I had the tabernacle of sweet worship

Held tightly in-between clenched fists

Fists clasping the only Holy Grail 

The soft waist and small hands I would ever need to help me win 

And never to fail

But the Shadow People it brought

Stopped our glorious rise with a swing of their insidious ceremonial hammer at a slave auction 

With the final knocking in of their conjured version of Jesus's crucifixions last nail

On my Dia Marta

My handmade white cross they had invoked

The Death Knell which commenced since that unnatural spell

Still lingers and leaves me surrounded  

By its smiling armies of willing sinners

Beginners in the Greatest of Games

Between two supernatural powers

Still blindly wearing jealously's green blinkers

I once stood alone in the falling rain

Trying to wash away my pain

When it took my heart

But now

Nothing remains

Spring

Summer

Autumn and

Winter is now for winners

People who now carefully and so slowly

Pull out the sharp painful splinters

Like one of life's big hitters 

Not just the churchgoers or pastors or vicars

But lifes true warriors

The tainted and emotionally hungry

Trying to swim or wade through all its deep rivers

And as I now look back in all my lifes old mirrors

Seeing my old silver chains which once held me as a blind prisoner 

I raise my middle finger to the world

To the political system rigged to make me fail

Laws and policies

Demons

Armies of Darkness

Beginners 

Old feelings and even some friends and lovers in the hard times

So now I stand for me

A newly reborn Gods warrior

Surveying all I see

For I'm unstoppable today

No matter what the universe screams 

Or dares to find the courage to say

(A lone voice sings)

I waited patiently for the Lord

And he, in compassion to me, heard my vocation

And put a new melody into my soul

In the form of endless blessings — even thanksgiving

For with God

Blessed-blessed is the man

That has set his intention, his desire in the Lord!

O, Lord! My God! 

Extraordinary is your incredible story

My Saviour and glory

My new congregation

Allow all that seek thee be joyous for all to see 

Let your love be their salvation

In all nation

The Lord be praised as they are raised

The Lord be praised

The Lord be praised as they are raised

The Lord be praised

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Back story.

Henry Box Brown was a 19th-century Virginia slave who escaped to freedom at the age of 33 by arranging to have himself mailed in a wooden crate in 1849.  

 To abolitionists in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. 

For a short time, Brown became a noted abolitionist speaker in the northeast United States.

He decided to escape after his family was sold without him knowing, to others, at auction.

Unfortunately, he never saw them again, perhaps only in dreams. Salute.

 

The Monologue of the Midnight Watcher

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(A lone voice whispers)

My dearest 

Are we like the mythical Adam and Eve

Lost and walking upon grey shores

Of an abandoned planet that constantly grieves 

Hidden in the deepest of spaces in-between 

Our deep neverending love holding us knee-deep

As if buried alive if we could be seen

In a sacred place beyond the grace of living beings

Where we'll witness the birth of a nebula

Stars and rediscovered Old Gods

A new Atlantis filled with wild pagan beasts and jealous old men

We will stride beyond the reach of the Masters of the Masonic Temples

As they line up in black cloaks chanting amen

Whilst erecting their secretive light barriers 

As we part the soft pages in our own Books of Pleasure

To be perused and used at our inquisition and leisure

We will watch the fall of the empires of man

With the rise of the Hidden Hand

The Brotherhood of the Cosmic Red Serpent

We will lie upon the yellow sands of time

As the new version of the Great Crucifixion begins

To see and smell the visceral sights

Palaces may burn and be aflame before us

A new vision of an old-world consumed with corruption and sin

For as we watch we will know

We are riders of The Great Red Dragon

Once foretold

For we are the mythical Watchers

Who never grow old

We who collect the Universe's hidden stories

In time to be simply retold

We just reborn as poets or writers today

No longer citizens of any known countries

Just sent again to take part

In the greatest of all unforeseen plays 

From The Great In-Between

To nourish inquisitive minds

Which are perpetually hungry

For enchanting new stories 

To help carry them through the long nights

As they search for internal peace and redemption 

In the hope to ascend and earn eternal glory

(C) Copyright John Duffy

 

The Voice of Aluna

 

(A lone voice whispers)

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To you who have swam

Filled with misplaced faith in the deepest of obsidian rivers and streams

Filled with crimson and purple shoals of heartbroken dreams 

You might, in turn, know the true value of eventual happiness 

From what you've learned and earned

You

whose once soft hearts have felt hatred but choose instead to embrace forgiveness 

To extinguish sadness 

Will always someday dance 

Hand in hand with old Mother Gladness 

But those who hang their cherished coattails on internalised judgemental emotional madness

Will seldom find peace

For to abandon oneself to wallow in self-torment and grief

There can never be any soul-saving relief 

Just let it all go

These are the words of I 

Aluna the First 

The blind Seer

Whose bright hungry eyes always thirst

For those still on the lonely journey on a place I once visited called Earth

Do you blindly in the old silence of your mind

Subsist with violence

Like a once playful spirit who's been shattered into a million pieces

Are you wandering lost but just always looking for guidance 

Until you first met poetry and its mesmerising lyrics in music

And in those throes of new beginnings to encourage you to strive to come alive 

To try to bloom to truly exist

Did you abuse it

When someone or something cruel made you say goodbye to all those once holy days 

When you were possibly in love or untainted 

By all those sad portraits sketched so beautifully by what unkind strange people say  

Which some in society like to see painted in so many devious ways

Ideals

Principles and people you deliciously cherished 

Love or once worshipped 

As you wandered throughout that old life sheltered in unconditional bliss

But when those spectacular times came to an abrupt end and you found the courage to depression resist

When you looked for something truly meaningful 

To infuse your heart and soul into 

Like Saint John the Baptist 

Did you find a serene taste of tranquillity in the written, spoken or sung out word 

To help heal and give you back a sense of being in total control 

Did the years of being a true or part-time disciple to music 

Poetry or any form of catharsis 

Help you find the freedom that continuously encouraged you to read listen or practise

To discover a deeper understanding of self prosperity 

That for you was invariably your implicit goal and a means to pay some of your soul's taxes

But do you now live on a knife-edge with the Sword of Damocles 

Hanging over you 

As you relate to new and old tales overflowing with happiness or pronunciations

Centred and surrounding like an invading army

A lonely word called Sadness

For a long time ago

People like you were persecuted like Old Agnus

With some blindfolded or tied to old green wooden stakes

For they loved to stone or just burn us

Blinded by pure jealousy or incredible hate

Such a tragic mistake 

Just because they thought we were different

Since they lived in an unseen primitive world

Overflowing with such shameless mindless ignorance

We who once danced and sang to Old Mother Moon

Or just spun carefree under the mystical Sun

Maybe in our own woodland grove

Celebrating how our life was run

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 mainland's busy main roads

We the old and new singers or poets

Music makers

Authors and storytellers

Or just folk pushing through the mud of humanity to bloom like the Lotus 

Well-known or still unknown

But still brave enough to stand tall and courageously

In front of all the world haters

For we are all representations of The Old Seducers of the Hive Mind

For we are all world shakers

We who have always fearlessly walked

Upon 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 and stand beside us in the fast-flowing flux

Leading us forward to celebrate our impulses

Like one of my old friends called JFK 

Is there a wild light within you too my child

A strange beacon which is always lit

That whispers to never quit

No matter how you feel for your God-given talent is real

Driving that deep need to write

Sing or just produce something special that can be constantly reused

In the face of groups who might gather and chant abuse 

Using all those all remembered God-given talents to truly seduce

To help others sailing in paper boats across humanities ever-changing and dangerous oceans 

Which around us all still flows in perpetual motion

Which could easily drown you 

In its many deep and conflicting emotions

For we are all human, not sealed-up shells

And so we are all baptised to feel that we are real

No matter how loud the brutes in society yells

So maybe one day you'll remember 

That you once with strength and conviction

Willingly kneeled 

To be blessed and baptised before Apollo's altar

The Greek God of creativity in but another distant lifetime

To then stand unafraid before all to see

As you turned the key to set your soul free

Bravely standing in a straight line

Whispering Blessed Be

And is now like many years before

Your right time to shine

I think you know all the answers

Now go and play a part with freedom

In this

The greatest of all games ever designed in God's many kingdoms 

 

Copyright John Duffy 

The Monologue of Jimmy Jones

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(A lone voice whispers)

Like a rare diamond

Our love once sparkled so brightly

It stopped passing Angels

It illuminated the darkest of painful nights

But like all incredible things

It slowly darkened over time 

As jealous voices started to sing

And as my heart starts to be more guarded as it slowly turns to stone as it hardens

I always look in moments of peace 

Like the son of Aeson, looking for the Golden Fleece 

Through my two-way scrying mirror to see your realm 

To see through all its many gossiping police

On so many levels linked to The Greatest of all Halls

Filled with The Arcana 

Past all the secret mysteries schools circling The Holy Cult of Hosanna 

And think

In the blink of an eye how life can suddenly change

One minute you're smiling and breathing in clouds of profound purple happiness

And then suddenly in an unfamiliar stillness and sensation 

Your heart is unexpectedly broken and put on a runway to reach new heights

In-flight

To find new clouds of spiritual  healing and to slow that grieving heart 

That's beating so fast and hard 

The world could probably hear it screaming 

This is for you

My beloved Tarzana from somewhere near Louisiana

I'll always miss your love and friendship 

For we will forever be kin

And when your world burns and the Four Horsemen appear

Offering a sip from their guilded bowls 

Overflowing with temptation linked to sin

I'll appear through my blue portal to painlessly help you crossover and come in

To here

My new place of abode

In the Glorious Silver City

So our true love can once more begin

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

The Monologue of JB Sabey

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For all the ones lost to someone special, in these dark times, especially this year.

(A lone voice whispers)

Although you cannot see me

I'm still here
Just now free
In these new lands of no fears

Nothing scary has happened

I'm now just at peace

All my dreams I had about the Afterlife

have come true

So I'm just visiting from here
Just to see you

I can see your beautiful eyes
Which still sparkle and twinkle

I can still see the real you
Beneath all those tired old
Wrinkles

For the power of true love

Compels us to see all

It's that simple 

Just never forget me but
Speak my name at Christmas

And every other day

For you invite me to revisit
And through old memories
Play

Just remember me

Or I'll forget to ever
Call this way

For you see

Some of my friends and old family
Wait beyond this Great Divide

And my time is taken with retelling old stories

Hearing new ones and enjoying their
Newfound glories

So don't forget me

Not even for a day and I promise
I'll always appear your way

I appear in many diverse forms

A Robin
A Feather
A reflection
Or voice

It all depends on me

For it's my divine choice

But I'll always try to revisit

To lift your broken heart that breaks
And help you to rejoice

To always try to stand beside you

For a brief moment or for eternity

Above all of life’s noises

To hold your soft tired hands
As old memories are enjoyed

So don't you dare forget me
With times passing but invite me by name

And I'll call

Through all harsh winds
And the pouring rain

Say my name and I'll appear

To see the one
I still cherish and hold dear

Just don't forget me with the passing of time

Just remember me as you hear this rhyme

And I'll revisit 

Until your bell too
Begins to chime

And we are together again

In heavens
Eternal sunshine

Until then
I'll just keep visiting
And calling by

To remember all those wonderful moments

When
You were just mine and drove me crazy

And even though deep down

My soul too cries

I'll always love you forever baby

Your beloved first love

JB Sabey

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

The Monologue of Peter

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(A lone voice whispers)  

Like a common pale beach stone

I stand alone watching eternity's ever-rolling seas  

.  

On one of its relentless sea shores  

As God reaches down to teach my eternal soul

With new experiences before I'm buried 6 feet under the dark soil

Some good  

Some bad  

With a few good people, I've known

A few I've loved  

A few I've hated

A few beyond my reach but still my soul beseeches to preach whilst on patrol

And like a stone

I like now being alone for my last jaunt with Life lessons still hurt

My heart got broken and now lays bleeding in the dirt

She came in so darn fast  

Like a dervish whirlwind

Kissed and confessed she loved me

As we shared a moment in time where she promised she'd never leave

And our love would last

But that life lesson taught me wild oaths made in the low hours

Proclamations of fidelity

Loyalty and hope should be taken with a pinch of salt

For the Dominion, we can't see  

A part of the Occult

The Principality who watches all things alongside the Lord

A dark raw power

Will do all it can to crush your dreams and leave them dying like autumn leaves

In the Universes dust

If in a higher power you no longer trust

So like a beach stone

I stand on the edges of time and watch out for the Principalities minions

Cult members of The Dominion

As my heart heals and prepares for another of lifes lessons

When God once again  

Starts to teach  

  

A new type of soul purging but this time around

Now I have better experience  

I'll pray harder that I've found a similar stone on lifes beach

A watcher of the high seas just like me

So we can both be joyous for all eyes

Good or evil

To see

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Leonardo Speaks in 2022

 

   

(A lone voice whispers)

Is it nearly into the first week of July 2022

And have all those invisible tears linked to emotional streams

Started falling again

Overwhelming you

 

Are you relieved from leaving all those sad days gone past 

That seemed to forever linger and last like an unwanted preacher

Who's a religious outcast 

Is it mysteriously silent before the Wild Hunt begins 

And do the freeways beneath your shadowy bedroom window sills 

Chime with the sounds of the approaching metaphysical hounds of the Baskervilles

Roaming the Berkshire foothills

Crying aloud 

Sending out echoes of a sense of impending doom 

Does it subjugate that very small room

Does the scent of a new escape from that old oblivion of 2021

Haunt and follow you like a devilish ghoul

Covered in pagan paint strokes and Heathen tattoos 

Magical symbols of The Great Work 

Only known about through absolution and confession 

Old feelings of Hell been dissolved by all your five senses 

In each second 

As they fight for their own liberating rights of succession 

Rounding up calls and cries for a new rebirth 

Invoked in prayers sent up to Heaven 

Do you still dream of enjoying your old freedoms

Which you revelled within starting at around seven or eleven

Which are now deemed by those sitting up high in society 

As forbidden

A sacred place where those wild untameable horses 

Of your innermost obsessions and yearnings 

Can be openly ridden

Into a new ever-expanding kingdom 

As you pray for divine salvation 

And a new altar to build upon

What says you

Are you ready to claim and be the real you

(C) Copyright John Duffy