Enochian Whispers

    

I am the low whisper 

Heard faintly

In the frequencies 

In-between

The soul changing winds Of metamorphosis 

To guide you from sin

If you let my voice in

Love songs

I softly sing 

To help lovers 

Find their twin

I'm the open ocean

For some to swim

The heat to defeat cold emotions 

And although I walk in silence

Between the spaces In-between

I'm the loudest voice 

Ever heard or seen

The King or Queen 

Who's as strong as steel

The gleam in a new midnight sky

A treasure

Yours to find and hold on to

Before you die

The sweet smile on your soft lips

That shiver across your spine

Like the touch 

Of a lone fingertip

The reflection in your mirrors eyes 

The blessing to be found

Behind

Whenever you've cried

A heavenly gift that never sleeps 

Overground

The sound you'll hear 

When you pray 

Who's always around

For I'm endless

And so profound

The lone walker 

In the Underground Stream

Whenever you dream

The seed you'll need

To know

To grow 

The purple flower

In the middle 

Of your life's stream

Who follows you

Wherever you go

I bring faith will me

As a free gift

For you to always believe 

To cure 

And relieve 

If you need a lift

And though you cannot see me

I sail behind you upon your lifes many tides

Some soft

Some wild

For it's all just a brief ride

A secret friend

Bestowed from up High

Glad to meet you

And someday we'll meet

Best wishes

For I'm your eternal

Spirit Guide

(C)

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The Oracle of Acheron

 

(A lone voice whispers.)

He who fights with the most holy of ways

Will never return

Until they have learned

As new trees are made

By lay played

In so many wet insidious ways

By those hidden in the chasms

In the faraway stars

For people should be careful 

For without faith

In any form 

The nearby Darkness can open a gateway to sin

And if that abyss is opened

Revealing 

Desolations

Fatal sandstorms

It gets so much harder 

To let hope in

So O ye

O ye 

I summon by the Purple Flame

Virtue 

By the Divine Will of God

To guide you

Amen

Through Acheron

So you can 

Once more

Run

(C)

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Souls on the Banks of the Acheron

A symbolist oil on canvas painting and created by, Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl, in 1898. 

The Man who talked to butterflies

 (A lone voice whispers. Lost in deep reflection. 

Musing in the throes of spiritual introspection — to a butterfly.)

And so it rained outside and even inside

For what seemed like forty days and forty nights

As I wandered lost in that yellow lonely deserted

Judean Desert

Alone

When the hard times and the whispering low vibrational voices came

On the Mount of Temptation

Fluctuating between mild and wild feelings

Intermixing with the sound of falling rain in the distance

Then peaking to unknown or unexplored heights of demoralising anxiety 

With no limits or resistance

To finally merge together 

To twirl their silver big band batons high

As they danced in absolute unrestricted low vibrational ecstasy

Underneath that grinning red sky

Unfurling

All the hidden memories and opaque trophies of troubles and strife

Which they summoned from so many others to be returned

Petitions for a means to atone

Twisted and contorted thoughts

Which opened my mind like I was being stabbed like a market robbery victim

With the Devil’s sharp knife

But as I knelt and prayed

With my eyes shut thinking about the living masses

Weighed up all the pros and cons

Imaging all the endless happiness

Still to be found within all seemingly sorrowful lives

A vision of a white cross suddenly appeared

And some soft eloquently spoken words

Echoed throughout my ears

Do not be scared of this life and all its many fears

Do not be scared to shed some sad tears for yourself or others

The happy days are soon to come

Keep your faith in this voice

Your version of the one true One

For we are many

And we appear everywhere

As in this form

He allows you to still run

For when your time is recalled by your final act in this endless chapter of life

On the cross

So many will be saved and rescued from the mighty fall to Abaddon

The Dark Lands of the Fallen Ones

And so I’ll walk on smiling

For I know now

Beyond all doubt

My soon-to-be death in Golgotha would be my ultimate gift to the world

Today and forevermore

So who am I

To dare to be late

When the world I see before me

Needs to be irrevocably changed

From Bethlehem to all the many other bent city gates

For they are all filled with green rivers of jealously

And gushing winds carrying sharp spears of fear and with so many foolishly condemning others

By false accusations

Spreading hate

All I can do is play my role to perfection

If it only saves just one poor soul

What a better way to serve my version of my Holy Father

For I now know to follow which path is my destination Home

The one I have no control over

For all life

Even mine

Reads like a precious whole poem

Just that mine will begin and end in a timeless loop

When I arrive

To stand bravely upright

Before the baying crowds

In Old Golgotha

Thanks for listening

My friend who I’ll call

Mary

In the form of a beautiful white butterfly

My mother

Who I can only pray

I’ll see once more

Before the day I die

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Jesus

Faith

Memories of Mary Jane

 

(A lone voice whispers. )

In the twilight hours

Just when the grey clouds

Break and the slow moon rises

Silently announcing 

It's getting too late

I still always wake to remember 

That auburn hair girl

I once used to date

Her bright green eyes  

And a twinkling wide smile

All things  

Young boys dream of  

And for them

To go that extra mile

But like all things that came to pass

Our love withered

The night her beloved Pa died

I tried to hold her hands  

To console her

Prayed God would wipe away all those wet tears she cried

But that new hole in her arm

Which soon swallowed up

All our hard worked for gold

Always left me feeling lonely and cold

It all ended on a fateful night

On June the first  

When the rains fell

And life was a constant fight and everything seemed on top

Filled with thirst

With my wallet and her purse empty

She got that feeling 

To go out stealing

Only to get shot dead by the cops

I can still see her now even after all these sad passing years

Now I'm old and grey  

Sat in this nursing home

Feeling all alone and filled with so many dry tears

I guess those memories of my youth will still linger and will never stop

It's quite crazy now that I'm on morphine to ease the pain

Those images of her standing in the kitchen

With those beautiful green eyes and wide beaming smile

Cooking and singing 

While outside it rained

Still play around the cinemas

In my brain

As I even now 

At seventy-five  

Remember  

Echoes of my first and last love

My beloved wife and lifelong addiction  

Called Mary Jane

My love for you  

Still survives

Wherever you are

And until we are once more  

Reunited

Will always remain

If you can hear this

Just know I still treasure those memories of us

The one's where you were free and truly alive

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A Sunday Voice Whispers

 

Even though

The night is mine

Like the doe

Who hides behind 

The bushes in the nighttime

Every breath you take

Every step you make

Even if the moon no longer rises

Or the sun goes out

I will be at your side

If you lose hope

With nothing left to cope

I will be at your side

If your life seems empty

Whilst others seem to have plenty

Pray to me to appear

To wipe away those tears

For I will be at your side

If you need space and time 

To clear your mind

If you need to feel pain

To be reborn again

I will be at your side

If Fate brings you SAD gifts 

Like seasonal affective disorders

From all known states

Or borders

Or people filled with and preaching hate

Call to me

And I will be at your side

For your life is but a brief whisper 

A quick ride in my Ether

A tiny dot on my ethereal map

A made-up wheel

Created by the Babylonians and Egyptians

That can steal 

All you feel

So know

Your life was never made to live alone

Driven by a ticking wheel

Call to me 

To atone

And I will be at your side

In a flash 

Before your world turns to ash

So my Keeper of the Sacred Keys

Peter  

Can welcome you home

When you're due

To a wonderful land 

Where you're never alone 

But with all your family and beloved friends

Free spirits 

While all animals roam

Remember to call to me

So I can be at your side

If only for a short while

I'm sure you know my name

For I'm also a child

A son of a God sent to guide

All things in his Ether 

Which collide 

Even the sinful

Who has lied

But more so 

For those 

Whose souls have cried

Call to me

For faith in something greater

 Always provides

For I will always try

To be by your side

(C)

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Saul's Eulogy Letter

 

All though I leave

Behind

So many to greave

Don't cry

For I have loved life

And have no fear to die

For through faith

I know 

Angels with bright white wings

With turtle doves

That sing

Will guide me

Beyond the clouds of this world's largest sky

Past Saturn Rings

For my heart is clear

And filled with all things I hold dear

For I have danced with love in the early morning rain 

 

Savoured its sweet taste and pain 

In my beating chest

Kissed and fought 

For peace

For the oppressed 

With all the buttons I could press

So of me do not cry

For fear of death 

No fear 

Have I

For my God 

Now waits for me

In the shadows

By the grey gates

In the eternal meadows

So take this

As my final kiss 

Goodbye

For remember 

When you read or hear this

Trust me 

Good friends and true love

Never die

(C)

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The Wastelands. Shibboleth.

(A lone voice whispers.)

These nights are long 

Now that I've crossed this dark sea

But I sometimes 

Wonder 

Do you still miss me

My only love

Now that we're both free

For I'll still love you 

As long as The Hurrian Hymn is played   

Even as long 

As heartfelt prayers are made

To the peaks of the highest mountains 

And into the deep depths

Of Agartha 

Hidden Fountains

My soul may be out of reach

And out of sight

Every night

Brought about by our Lord and Grace

By always remember 

I'm here

Just waiting in a pristine room

In a unique place

Where 

Through my Scrying glass

I can still see 

Your beautiful face

By sun and moon

Rain or shine

Fire or candlelight

For to love you

Is all I now have 

To carry me through These endless nights

In these Barren Lands

To remind me

You were once mine

An even though

I've taken my last breath

When Deaths  Messenger called

I'll still love you through all tragedies

As 

Thane of Glamis

Loved his Lady Macbeth 

For sometimes faith in love 

Is all you can use

When you have nothing left 

To lose

So when God

Bade me take my last breath

With a wave of his hand

I made his messenger

Titan 

Promise

I shall see you better

Even after death

When you join me here

In Shibboleth

The Wastelands 

Filled those

No longer wearing flesh 

(C)

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Whispers in the night

Don't forget me

Gabriella

For I'm where The Seraphim 

Now sing

For I've found a new seat in Heaven 

A place I can slow down and say

I've found inner peace

After my soul's confession 

 

So don't weep for me

Don't cry yourself to sleep

With depression

I want you to rise each morning with a smile

And strive to stay strong

For Time is but a slow wheel

A brief interlude in eternity

We'll meet again

Just on the other side

To carry on

In a new ride

Within a serene place

In The Great In-Between

Where Angels pass you

In fields of emerald green

So wipe away those wet tears

For I'm not alone

Alexandria and William

My spirit guides

Are with me

To welcome me home

Now I have no fear

And all that old pain has disappeared 

And I'm no longer visually impaired

Jesus must have wiped my slate clean 

When he gave me this new visiting card

So take your time coming 

For I'll always be waiting

When the smoke clears

For somethings may seem worse than some first feared

But until then

I'll wait patiently til you appear

For love is a golden thread

that goes beyond 

All known limitations 

(C)

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Some whispered rules from the Great In-Between

 

 (A lone voice whispers)

Find an everlasting requiem 

To take you knee-deep in a lust for a real-life

Make unrequited love

The Rebellious Songs of the Transformational

As you throw away its emotional sharp knife

Make a layer cake of evocative delicious delights

To be explored and devoured with your dearly beloved

Hidden from the watching dark shadows all around you

In the middle of any given night

Find ancestral strength in midnight memories and ritualistic ceremonies

Within echoes from those now out of sight

Regain the strength to carry on and fight to finally

Find loves hidden highways and as you take flight

Embrace the sacred thoughts that your Guardian Angels

Always watch over and protect yourself in every way

Especially at night with their unspoken prayers

And you my child 

Will be okay in all of your lifes affairs

(C)

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Whispers at 2 AM

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Salute. 

(A lone voice whispers.)

Love and sorrow are as one

This I know

For even as the sky 

The winds and snow

Just like

Some of Mother Nature's mesmerizing things 

Which can never be outrun

Like those walking on Desolation Row

I have felt both

Rode those two crazy boats 

Until I became this ghost

Clinging on 

Steadfastly 

From love to sorrow

Coast to Coast 

Filled with wild hopes and desires 

Powered on 

By a surety bond

Relentlessly

By a silent knowledge

Of a strange fire 

From The Great Beyond

But like baby seeds

Dreaming of birth

Beneath the Sun's blazing fire

To grow

Waiting

Deep below 

Within the Earth

With a heart dreaming of a new spring

A new rebirth

I too 

Am waiting for those hidden golden bells to ring

To start of freedom 

Sing

But I still just die every time 

I think of you

Just floating metaphorically 

Alone

Into the fading blue

Like a white feather

Blowing

Lonely in the cold winds

Beneath a heartless sky

Which always seems to be standing 

Smiling and watching

In all weathers

Only to then melt into the early morning Sun

For all things 

All said and done

What is it to escape breathing

When you have no loved ones

Or tall tales to be spun

But to find freedom in here

A new kingdom

In The Great In-Between

One that rises and falls with the tides of mortal goodbyes

If it could be seen

For when you walk in these shallow rivers of Silence

To endlessly die

To taste its sweet musk of defiance 

As you cry

You too shall sing

Like me

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

To reach the mountain

top

You too shall begin to pray to climb

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

To take a sip 

From Absolutions Ceremonial Silver Cup

For when you reach rock bottom

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

The only way 

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

Dear reader

Is up

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna 

(C)

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