Which would you pick?

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Did you know

Something's last through all weathers

In a place

Hidden beyond a star-bridge

Crossed only by souls who choose to step into a mythical endless river called 

The Great Confluent

To merge forever

Spinning between worlds

When their Great Wheel

No longer turns 

For all things are formed

Linked by a golden cosmic thread 

Stemming from Annwn 

The First World

To here

Abred 

Your World

Then to Gwynvid 

The Higher World

And then finally swallowed into Ceugant 

The Black Hole 

The Forever Land of Dreams

For Ceugant

The Forever Land of Dreams

Like a black hole

Must absorb the ebb and flow

Of all names

And creatures 

Filled up with hopes and desire

Lit up by millions of flames 

By midnight or midday lanterns 

As they steer their own wheel

Through the dark blue waters

Of all things that must feel

From Annwn 

The First World

The land of spirits and long night

Where they choose 

Who or what they'll love to be

The journey 

A roadmap of growth

Of darkness and light

Through love 

Pain and with a flame lit up by a fire

Summoned

And sealed by a Hippocratic oath

To here

Abred

Your

Now

Reborn on Earth

To try to find beauty

In all they see

Before they expire

And are freed from all forms of

Semantic Encoding

Pure as snow

They're born

Trying to walk clean through the dirt and hurt 

Of what they asked for in

Annwn 

The First World

Then to Gwynvid 

The Higher World

To be judged 

In Argentum

The Silver Mirror

On how they steered

Their Great Wheel in Abred

Your now

By The Great Mother in Ceugant

The goddess and link 

Of all souls in her primordial sink

The Great In-Between 

Where all life returns

To kneel and be judged 

In Argentum

The Silver Mirror

When their name

Lit up

By a single flame

Summoned and sealed by a whispered 

Hippocratic oath

No longer burns 

And their time steering their Great Wheel 

On Abred

No longer turns

How do you think you'll fare when looking into 

Argentum

The Silver Mirror

Before the Great Mother in Ceugant

Will you pray to return to Annwn

To plan a new roadmap

And be one of Abred's

Many students

Or will you accept your fate and step in the mythical river called 

The Great Confluent

And merge into something

That lasts through all weathers

Spinning forever like a comic weathervane

In a place

Hidden beyond a star-bridge

Where there is no more pain?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Confluent:

Flowing or coming together.

Will you take a seat

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

A new transmission from a Psychiatrist. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you create 

For freedom

From boredom 

Or even sympathy

Simply to defeat

Apathy

People who experience traumatic events may sometimes develop apathy syndrome

(indifference and emotional detachment)

As a means to further protect themselves mentally and prevent further distress

This is normally present in survivors of tragedies

And it can be part of post-traumatic stress disorder

Caused by emotions hard press

So are you ready to lie on my couch 

And begin to confess

(C). 

Copyright John Duffy 

How small is your circle?

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

A transmission from Jerome. 

(A lone voice whispers) 

I had a dream last night,

Shall I guide you over its tantalising landscape?

Have you ever wondered what Sin looks like in its corporeal form?

Ever wondered what shape it will take?

Are you stalked by it?

Something strange beyond the norm? 

I pondered all these questions before I retired to bed.

The feeling in the last few weeks, of being stalked by unseen eyes, was compelling.

Like I was been observed with sinful primordial orbs.

Here is the dream

____________

As I awoke within a dream

I was surrounded by swirling grey smoke

A strange sensation of someone watching 

Just hidden in the smog

And then a soft voice suddenly spoke

As it talked

A woman in a beautiful white dress appeared

From within the fog

She was quite beautiful and elegant, and as she walked

A huge circle of slithering snakes suddenly appeared

Forming an undulating circle around her feet

The circle of snakes surrounding her ankles were probably only 3 feet away

From reaching her

And as she walked and met other strangers in my dream

The Voice still

Whispered

Watch

The circle got smaller, and sometimes the snakes reached her feet and bit her ankles

She never felt it, for she showed no emotional response

As the snakes struck from so many angles 

Then all the snakes seemed to swirl in a crazy, frenzied undulation 

As if following the drumbeat of a strange conductor

Then the voice spoke

Again

The snake's, Jerome, represents Sin in all its many different forms

Of ruination 

Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth

The different coloured snakes and sizes represent the different levels of each sin 

I have mentioned 

The circle around you all 

Born on Earth 

Has always been three feet 

And as you are tempted to do wrong, immoral acts 

By people or things 

Linked to new experiences or sensations

The circle grows smaller, and the snakes can then bite 

The person never feels it, for this happens in the Aluna world

The spirit realm

Slowly poisoning your souls with temptations, hypnotic nectar 

To then commit more wrongdoing 

Moving up to the next level of sin

As time passes, Sin's poison slowly starts to corrupt the host 

As their spiritual barriers are corrupted and lowered 

The larger snakes suddenly appear like an unwelcome ghost 

Now no longer separated by the circle of 3 feet 

And as I looked on 

A huge multicoloured python appeared in the mass of undulating creatures and looked right at me

Swaying left to right

And then disappeared where it came from

As it 

I could no longer see

What keeps them at bay

You may ask

Sin is everywhere in your world

It has corrupted so many, and many do not even know 

As new evil intentions and emotions unfurl

The crescendo of the hidden drummer's beat is so loud here on the other side 

And as we listen and watch

We see so many without a circle being bitten daily, as their lives and others 

Are turned inside out and upside down 

Worldwide 

 

The numbers of the many with the huge snakes coiled around them are horrifying 

As we watch them creating such turmoil and pain to the world

 Shimmering before us

From the unknown to powerful men and women 

Who, in turn, seduce people

The scenery is always terrifying 

Especially 

Ordinary people 

Who, when seduced by the corrupted many 

Are in turn programmed to become evil and judgemental 

Opening the dark doors to hatred and jealousy 

And so their circle also reduces

And Sin moves ever closer with new energy

To introduce the host to the old eternal adversary

Whose name

I'm not allowed 

To say

And so to answer that question

On your mind

What keeps them at bay

Well, that's easy 

Faith, kindness, compassion and love are the only answers

For when you are born

The distance is always 3 feet

That is the Universal Law 

For

Your purity keeps them at bay

For you vibrate at a higher frequency 

But as you absorb the world as you slowly age and new people or experiences 

Come your way

The circle beyond the three feet comes alive

And Sin awakes, and the Great Game begins

As the invisible Snakes

Start to sway

With

Temptation raising its seemingly soft hands and trying to garner your attention

Money, Fame, Sex and Power are its ultimate cards 

Which leads to seven of the most deadly sins 

Beyond your comprehension 

But you must vibrate at a lower frequency to enable Sin to get closer

And take over

But the higher the vibration 

The bigger the distance between Sin and the person

No one is pure, though

Everyone sins and gets bitten sometimes

The trick 

If there is one 

Is to occasionally only get bitten by the smaller snakes before you do something dangerous

That your soul knows is simply forbidden 

Only Jesus was pure and never got bitten 

Even though the circle surrounding him was so huge

It looked like an ocean of undulating snakes of immense sizes and colours 

As we watched him battle evil from within here

Without a hint of fear

The voice stopped

So

Now, as I looked at the lady in white

Before me

Who seemed to kneel and pray, and the circle between her and the snakes

Suddenly grew larger 

Pushing the snakes back and seemed to quiet them down

She then embraced two new strangers with familiarity and emotional love 

Who smiled back as they embraced her

All their circles grew again

Pushing the sinful circle of undulating colourful strands of darkness

Further back

Well... I must be going

And as I looked

The voice took the form of an old lady and smiled as she disappeared into the swirling flux 

Along with the lady in white and the now sleeping throng of coloured snakes

Before the old lady disappeared, these were the last few lines we shared 

Which she said to recount for the inquisitive

If they ever appeared 

When you all think of the world today

With the growing lack of kindness, compassion, love and faith

With the ever-growing darkness

Does it now make you wonder 

How many are now without a circle helping to separate them from sin’s 

Many hungry snakes

And now

How many have huge serpents

Coiled around their corrupted souls as they commit such unimaginable atrocities 

When they are awake

World war could be on the horizon

Jealously

Racism 

Manufacturing of drugs to destroy people's purity

Trafficking of children

Wealth as control and so much more 

I cannot speak of 

But all things to blacken the soul

The world you live in now is awash in so much Sin.

And the voice stopped

So in closing

I wonder if you could see your own circle – how close would it be?

Would it be close enough for Sin to bite, and how big could the serpents be?

There are so many levels of sin

All humanity sins

For only we 

The Blessed few are contacted to hear or see

For no one is truly pure

It is why He came 

So long ago.

As I leave

Sow kindness whenever you can. 

Compassion and gratitude, when possible. 

Help, when the time appears, and just send out love, when she seems needed,

The first thing I did when I woke was to pray.

Anything of a higher vibration to help to push the circle back.

She said to share this

So here it is

Someone, somewhere, might need to know this before their circle disappears and Sin swallows them whole and they are totally corrupted.

I hope I haven’t frightened you, but sometimes some messages are needed to shock the system.

To help renew and build a new way 

To show evil 

Your resistance 

I hope you try to do some of the above I have mentioned

Vibrate Higher!

Sow kindness when you can. 

Compassion and gratitude, when possible. 

Help, when the time appears, and just send out love, when she seems needed, and above all

Keep up and strengthen your faith

Your friend who visits the other side for an occasional crazy ride

Jerome

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

 

Have you been baptised yet

 

And so the curious come to be spiritually baptised by invisible hands.

Anointed to then walk bravely into the Horde with a seal of protection

Which only the Horde can see

Three red illuminated words which read

Blessed be

Velumbound

(C).

Copyright John Duffy 

The Banshee of the Night.

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound 

This is a cautionary gothic warning delivered by a lone survivor ("As an escapee"). 

It cautions the reader against the dangers of wallowing in heartbreak and longing ("into the long night pine"). 

In this universe, deep spiritual vulnerability acts as a beacon for a malevolent, seductive entity known as "She" or "The Banshee of the Night." 

The narrator’s final plea is simple: 

"Keep looking for the light of your life / But pine no more." 

It is a call to actively reject despair, move past lost love, and guard one's mental and spiritual boundaries against the numbing allure of depression and delusion.

Let us begin. 

(A lone voice whispers)

As an escapee

From the where one doesn't want to be

This message I've left here

From me 

To warn of She

For

In long shadows of the mind 

It comes

Creeping slowly in

Like the moor fog 

In a long sinful cloak of army grey

Lost Love

Smiling like a pretty Medusa

Knocking on your spiritual door softly

With wild black eyes

Black hair and cherry red lips

Looking for souls who into the long night pine

Like lone timber wolves

Focusing on their aura frequencies 

To tune in

To take them back to its green lair 

In the raging Lemurian blue Sea

To the Black Rock Tower where Prometheus lies helpless 

Upon its jagged diamond-encrusted cliffs

Bound by Old Gods

By the power of the Aufbau Der 

The world builders of the High Mountains

To baptise them under the Emerald Fountain 

To then be robed in blue, with fairy folk watching, wearing silvery jewellery

Cast by the Forge Masters of Sigma Twenty-One

To then join the huge Coronation Line

To be new flowers in the Black Rock Fields

The search for love over as they are pulled over

Never to dream but to sway like Douglas Fir's

As the hypnotic incense infusion

Of frankincense and myrrh

Clouds their hopes and dreams with delusion 

So beware of

The Banshee of The Night

The Wife of He

You cannot see

The Lord of Black Rock Tower where

Prometheus lies helpless upon 

Jagged diamond-encrusted cliffs

Keep looking for the light of your life 

But pine no more

Or the image of the great seducer

Medusa

Could appear in spiritual form

Knocking on your astral doors

To then

No more to talk

No more to walk

No more to see 

But to spend all your days swaying in a hypnotic trance

In the nearest asylum 

As time

Advances

Somewhere hidden

In the raging blue Lemurian sea

Of The Great In-Between 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you seen the Black Dog

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

A new transmission exploring how grief, depression, and pain can become so familiar that they feel like a companion. 

A black dog. 

It captures a deeply human truth: 

Healing is rarely a clean, sudden break, and the familiar weight of sadness can sometimes feel safer than the empty quiet that follows it.

The transmission highlights a critical crossroads: 

The temptation to call back the familiar darkness ("that old friend") versus the choice to reach outward into the light ("ring up my real friends").

The voice in the transmission is conflicted because true healing leaves a vacuum. 

Your home feels empty, and the silence is loud.

However, self-awareness is the saving grace.

Recognising that the darkness is seductive but ultimately isolating is the first step toward staying on the path of recovery.

Reach out to your real friends. 

Maybe even me. 

The transmission warns against facing the emptiness alone.

Reconnecting with human, living relationships is exactly how you fill the space left behind by the shadow.

(A tired voice whispers)

It was 3 years ago that I first saw it in my long mirror.

A black dog watching in the shadows.

Then 6 months later, in full view but at a distance. Watching.

Now four years later, it's my best friend.

He follows me everywhere. 

Sleeps beside me, and lately I can hear him talking.

Talking about my father and about his end.

I went to see Old Shala, and she read my aura and said I was being stalked by a Lylak. 

She asked if I had lost anyone. 

I said my wife, and she said depression had opened a portal, and it had gotten closer and closer.

So with her permission, we had a ceremony.

Candles, incantations, and incense.

Looking in her long mirror, I sensed and watched my only friend leave my side with sad, heavy eyes, and slowly move away to the shadows.

When it was in the shadows, the mirror was suddenly broken, trapping it, and another thing happened, which I cannot say to this day.

I paid and left.

Now back alone. 

I still see its red eyes in the dark.

Everywhere in my now empty home 

Shall I call it out?

To that old friend of mine, or ring up my real friends?

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you heard the sirens call

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

In Homer's Odyssey, the Sirens sang beautiful songs to lure sailors to their destruction. 

By comparing old memories to these sirens, this transmission highlights how dangerous and alluring nostalgia can be. 

It calls to you from the past, threatening to pull you away from your present life.

One of the most unique lines in the transmission refers to memories as "spiritual subpoenas." 

A subpoena is a legal order commanding someone to appear in court. 

By framing old memories this way, the transmission beautifully expresses how nostalgia isn't always a choice;

The past commands your attention, forcing you to look back and "relitigate" those old feelings whether you want to or not.

This whisper captures the haunting, almost inescapable nature of past romance through a powerful mix of spiritual, cinematic, and mythological imagery.

Let us begin. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you revisited old memories in the way hours of night

When ghosts of old love call to play

And you reminisce about all the sweet things they once said

First love

Now love 

Old love

Do they still wake you in deep dreams of an old life 

Once led

Summoning your attention with spiritual subpoenas

With memories of a time

When you rode your chariot proudly with them

Like a hyper Judah Ben-Hur

Into all arenas 

Before that old love 

Shattered into a million pieces 

Like glass

And which now call like midnight sirens 

In your own Odyssey

From the past

From a once holy dream

You thought

Forever

Would last

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you walked through Hell?

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

A continuation of today's theme. 

The philosophical belief that deep despair and "hell" are mandatory prerequisites for personal growth and finding true "heaven."

Have you walked through Hell to find a version of your own personal Heaven? 

(A lone voice whispers)

Consumed by time's long reach

My old love now walks on a new beach

No more Greenwich Village walks

Trips downtown to Manhattan

No more listening to Van Morrison on a hot Sunday afternoon 

Drinking cold lemonade 

In the shade 

As passing yellow butterflies played 

Smiling in unison 

Watching the local ice cream van sound its arrival

With that particular catchy tune

Or reading Dostoevsky 

Page by page 

Aloud 

Or creating poetry

Together

I guess 

Looking back with my rose-tinted glasses taken off 

It was like a prophecy in the Book of Revelations

To find heaven,

You must first face hell

Walk through the oncoming Apocalypse

Breathe in the final moments of despair 

See your once bright sunflower wither and float away 

To some sacrificial altar where they all go

Drawn by a dark power

Down some old black as death itself river

For like the Lotus flower

 

We sometimes need to grow in the sludge 

To bloom

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Have you been refined?

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

Sunday's transmission is based on "Have you been refined?" 

As it expresses a core principle of spiritual dualism and soul refinement, suggesting that both positive ("light" / "the Good") and negative ("darkness" / "the Bad") life experiences are essential components of human spiritual growth.

For every time you smiled, you grew. 

And every time you hurt, you found the inner strength 

To renew

For a life devoid of hardship or darkness would be incomplete and incapable of fostering true spiritual maturity.

Let us begin. 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Cosmic Law says we all need darkness and light to grow.

For the Good and Bad refine the soul

Before we are recalled

By our Lord

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Are you a spellcaster?

 

Blessed be 

Velumbound. 

This transmission speaks of the transformative power of spellcasting using poetry. 

Framing the act of writing as an ancient, sacred, and redemptive form of magic.

(A lone voice whispers) 

Did no one tell you that true Magic exists

Just hidden somewhere deep 

In most societies

Sought after by convicts of the mundane

Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists

Whenever they're asleep 

In pain

Some crying out for redemption or anything linked to temptation 

But still, it subsists in so many obscure places

And upon so many new or old altars, does it reside

For when it comes out to tempt the eyes of the juggernaut 

Known as The Great Metatron 

To look

One of the most powerful archangels, and interdimensional scribes

To the Book of Life

It causes so many other emotions, to like atoms collide

In the deep minds behind inquisitive eyes and faces

From all genders and races

As imagery

Emotions and engagement run wide

For the Philosopher's Stone

The Great Secret

Is simply this

There's an old piece of magic in us 

All 

But sometimes, it only chooses to come out in those it made to speak

After a mighty fall

Maybe like you

Too

A new acolyte who once heard the nightly call

And now speaks a sacred hidden language

That summons the craft of 

Reconceptualising the enchantment of the human experience

Through an incredible naming magical act

Breathing 

Moulding and weaving 

Words into life

Like a pagan mage giving shape to energy 

A molten flux to entertain the curious ones 

Of any age

That needs something magical written in verse

As they turn one of your spiritual pages

To help save them from their own form of self-destruction 

And maybe anything that still hurts

Before their last ride home

In Old Nick's black hearse

As you serve your new masters and mistresses 

Of the magical vibrations known as Poetry

By sharing your magic as it pleads to be dispersed

(C) Copyright John Duffy