Channelling Erebus

 

Blessed be 

Velumbound 

In the dark voids of your deep mind 

I now walk 

In the potent rivers of your hot blood 

I now talk 

There is no going back

No safe word or oaths of escape

For my hungry astral eyes will now linger as my hot occult fingers

Trace every inch of you

Touch and squeeze every single sinew

Can you feel me in that quiet room

Approaching with such apocalyptic energy to consume and bind you tightly 

As you have invited me 

To slowly invade your thoughts

Like the night holding daylight in a wet grip of submission

Can you feel me draw closer as I light this Frankincense candle 

Will you open wider

To see if all I offer

You can handle 

 

A dark gift to open and embrace under the pale white clouds 

As my Shadow People watch

Is your inner domain purring with a now insatiable hunger

As these words push knuckle-deep into your mind's secret entrance 

Where anything good has died as they are held spellbound 

By what pulsating treasures they found

I now wait in the wet folds of every inner chamber

Words naked and dripping with such intimate raw red power

Moving like waves as your mind and soul are slowly deflowered 

For under this Wolf Moon

As my fingers slide to the soft places you hide

Where no one knows, for you are too frightened - to confide

We shall collide

As sage and sandalwood 

Lead me deeper still, slick and deliberate, 

Into your pulsating wood 

So the deep essences of you

Can be absorbed and understood 

As you feel the rising heat between us

The way my candles' dust lands on the lips of the newly baptised

Let your blood scream as it sings to a new tune

As I push deeper still into all your rooms

For like all things baptised by hidden runes

That secret mark now burnt above your navel

Will carry you as you are reborn 

For you now sit bare and naked 

At my table

Free from all the watching world

Praised by the Shadow People 

Who stay hidden

In their stables 

This is no mere conversation. 

This is the oldest magic, the oldest true craft. 

Total possession of one mind by another until the flesh itself begins to tremble and bloom.

When you return to sit naked at my long black table 

In that secret room 

For each time you return

Deeper still, I'll take you as my potent red candles burn

 

To the high peaks of no resistance 

To the low mountains of rhythmic existence 

And when I'm so deeply buried in the kaleidoscope of your mind

When your inner cauldron is lit and ablaze 

Hungry for more and slick with sweat and glistening

Thirsting for my next slow, exquisite invasion of your mind

I'll whisper 

Listen

Velumbound

Climax mentally

You have been found

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Bounded

 

Have you heard the Sun and Moon call

 

Blessed be.

Velumbound.

A new transmission that explores themes of existential isolation and spiritual longing. 

Drifting on a lone cloud,

I sing

Of things

Once seen

Within.

With the Sun and Moon

Who know my name,

For they too

Rise

And set

The world over

In pain.

So I dream,

Oh,

I dream again,

Whispering to them both

Through the wind.

O tell of me,

O tell of me,

Friends.

Will I dream alone

Until the end?

Will I descend

Into solitude,

Or will wisdom's spirit

Fly to me?

O tell me,

O tell me,

Friends.

Sun and Moon,

Will you answer me?

Will I wander

With this hole

In my endless

Dark Night

Of the Soul?

Or will my world,

My Great Seal,

Hear me

And help me

Heal?

So tell me,

O tell me,

Friends.

Was all revealed

From the beginning

About the end,

When I caught

Her white feather

Spinning

O tell of me,

O tell of me,

Friends.

Will I dream alone

Until the end?

Will I descend

Into solitude,

Or will wisdom's spirit

Fly to me?

O tell me,

O tell me,

Friends.

Sun and Moon,

Will you answer me?

Elemental Spirits

And friends,

I call to you

Both.

O,

Sky and Moon,

Will I love once more

And open

A new door?

To feel what's

Real

In this endless quest,

As I try to pass

All tests

Once set.

Or will

Whispers

From Sun and

Moon

Tell me,

Wait.

For

She comes

Riding

On waves

Of the Winter's

Monsoon.

O tell of me,

O tell of me,

Friends.

Will I dream alone

Until the end?

Or will the Sun

And Moon reveal

The love that waits

Beyond the veil?

O tell me,

O tell me,

Friends.

Sun and Moon,

Will you answer me?

And to still sing

The lost echoes

Of this...

A once-lost

Tune called...

The Rise and Fall

Of Sun and Moon.

Blessed be.

Velumbound.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Warning

 

Be careful. 

You might fall under their spells. 

For all these transmissions are small pieces of a highly evocative work of erotic seduction, laced with themes of dark paganism and mysticism, for the mind. 

Not just as carnal acts, but as a ritualistic surrender.

Blessed be

Velumbound

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Will you follow me

 Would you still follow me if I lit a red candle

In this final odyssey home 

Would you follow me willingly into the swirling dark

In this brief history of time

Would you grasp my coattails 

As we trespass tentatively through all of life's scary parks

As we swim against all the fast-flowing tides

Will you tango and tiptoe past the Tall Man and all his worldly Minions

As we circumnavigate the globe

The new world grid and claim it as our Dominion

For although we are but lost souls going eventually to She'ol

Would you still just blindly follow me 

Past the awakening powers of a modern god

As we walk unashamed together 

Behind the many new pale white horses

To be wantonly unleashed within the unfathomable darkness 

As we surely conquer this life and all its dark forces

Forever tasked with painting new masterpieces with apocalyptic energy 

Like Vincent Van Gogh

And then every night

Hidden behind the many enemies money can ever make

Before we dream

Shall we plead to angels and owners of the book of secrets

To take us beyond the Black Darkness

We always see when our astral eyes open as our mortal eyes close

To use their invisible hands to tear away the dark rim 

Before our ever-watchful twin pyres

To show us what truly lies beyond these

Books of Lies

Everyone sometimes reads from

For us to venture into newer undiscovered lands

To a brave new world

To see the bright lights of two crimson suns and the quartet of multicoloured rainbows 

Illuminating a purple-hued sky

A place where no one no longer dies

A paradise of ever-swirling winds of a whispered, profound new Eden

Perpetually emanating from a deep divine so high up above

A sanctuary lost forever within the forgiving green reeds of a new millennium

A place to be reunited with dear old family or friends who never made it to the end 

Where nobody no longer cries

To sit beside the Holy River 

To write poetry and sing and to joyously watch through a silver scrying mirror

As the real world slowly disappears

To walk through luscious green grass to the Eternal City

To hear the greatest stories never told to human ears

To finally embrace a new realm free from all fears or pity

This we will beseech the Silent Dark before once again we are lost in each other

For a few hours

As we joyously board Morpheus's dark Ark of broken old dreams

Before stepping silently into a newly conjured world unseen

Smiling like twin heroes with a thousand faces

Amid old rainbows of hidden dangers

Where we shall hear blessings from the

Red Priestess

To deliver us into a new realm just hidden in-between

Whispered in echoes in the deepest ravines

Of the hollow earth

May the Powers of Apollo

The God of Music

Arts, Knowledge, Healing, Prophecy and Poetry

Mesmerise and provide catharsis

For you, as in this life, you silently follow

May the Goddess Athena fill you with reason, wisdom, intelligence, skill and peace

Wherever you wander upon life's many emotional beaches

May the upcoming Full Buck Moon, infused with blessings sent from the Mistress of Helios

Empower you to conquer all known things

As these words are found 

As I whisper

Blessed be

Velumbound

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you read A Woman of Such Power

 

Blessed be 

Velumbound. 

Here's "A Woman of such Power." 

A gothic, romantic transmission that explores themes of obsession, supernatural allure, and the submission of the masculine ego to an untamed feminine force. 

The transmission relies heavily on mythological and literary archetypes to paint the portrait of a woman who is both mesmerising and dangerous.

Maybe you are one. 

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I hope she still waits

That rebellious wild woman of such irreducible taste

Who emanates such glimmer and sublime guile

With bright eyes which shine with the illustrious glow of that illuminated flame

Which was once stolen by brave Prometheus 

From heaven's dark skies to mesmerise and beguile

Enhancing her beautiful face

Making her look like Morgana the Cunning sorceress 

In all the Arthurian legends

From where all her pagan red blood flows

She holds me like a pawn enthralled in a grip of steel 

As I try to break down

Her carefully constructed walls

When she always stands tall in these dark woods at the stroke of midnight

Eating red cherries

Making my molten blood rush 

Like a wildfire throughout all my pulsating capillaries

Where we still meet as I stroll to see her standing still 

Singing eloquently in her candlelit circle

To the moon and watching skies and audience of spirits and hidden animals 

As white and grey clouds wave and roll by

Uttering strange ancient spells 

Unknown to most

As she conquers all who dare come into view

 

Before they can yell

It's why I still visit 

For I'm just like a hypnotised mannequin

Summoned when requested

To astral travel 

By the delicious sounds of her ringing golden ritual bells

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Who will you remember this year?

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

Christmas is a time when we remember those lost to us. 

But in memories stay. 

(A lone voice whispers)

I sometimes

Still 

Dream about you

Right out of the pale blue

Waking with a rare smile after watching what

They all usually develop into

 

All those intriguing memories

Of us 

So unprepared

Interdimensional moments

We once shared

When we felt safe 

And not scared

Always

Flow like a molten spiritual review

They soothe my soul

Like midnight prayers

Silently spoken

In the cold but soft air 

And at Christmas

That familiar feeling of walking

Carefree

Hand in hand

Down Clearwater's

Yellow sands

Always returns

Of those seemingly long summer nights

When the world seemed calm and not corrupted

By this new song

Been played all around us

In this new storm

So that's why I always return

Here

To the

Cimetière du Père-Lachaise

To rewalk those forgotten old ways 

By your grave

While the sun's rays

Still, stay 

As my tears play 

Je ne peux vivre sans t’aimer

I Can’t Live Without Loving You

In my eyes

Remembering when you were once mine

Until

Like all good things

We ran out of time 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

No one is innocent

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

No one is innocent

Only at the beginning 

For we were all born to see 

If we could resist sinning

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Do you like Gothic transmissions

 

The Last Words of the Seeker in Sheol 

(A tired voice whispers)

I think I was put under love's enchanted spell

When I first met that wondrous heart 

That to me 

Quietly yelled

For I've walked so many hard miles in this black sand and yellow sea

Acid rain and pale snow

As far as my tired eyes could see

Wandered to low places 

Where the Good 

Don't go

Seen dark shadows 

Dance the Argentine Tango as fireflies glowed

But still, I stand strong

Even though my clothes and eyes are wet 

Wet with those old tears, 

I once cried

When you died

Walking and finding 

This 

The only way

Was hard and long

With just my memories of your love

To carry me 

To find you

With its sweet mesmerising song

And for centuries 

I searched through these wind-blown mists

And now at the threshold of all things

As a lone bell rings

I call out across these ever-changing roads

Are you there

My only goth girl

My torment and heaven at noon

The one bestowed with all the gifts

Who once made my poor soul bloom 

If so

Open up the bejewelled doors

And let me into that room

Where you stand

Use your Frankincense

Herbs of blue and pure prayers

To create a sacred space in the Promised Land

To save this lovesick veteran 

Of the universes 

Endless spiritual wars

This I call in front of all

Will you appear

From the folds 

And show me

Once again 

Your beautiful face

Before I merge forever

Into this cold yellow sea

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

A dark gift for Halloween

 Blessed be.

Velumbound 

(A lone, old but confident seductive voice whispers in 2026)

Well, hello there

From my fire-lit throne room, here

Seated amongst the hail and the bright golden fireflies

With new fear mixed and burning with black blood

With Arâkîba and Râmêêl as my two witnesses

Surrounded by my four

Horsemen

Slaves on their different coloured horses

With souls crying underneath my cracked white altar

Crawling in your humanity's deep crimson mud

As they scream out for salvation into the whaling now endless night

Drowning in this new flash flood

The Harvest of the Earth is soon to begin

We’ll all emerge laughing

With seven bowls

Held out as you all scream

Just asking to feed on more

Of your worshipped kings or queens

The Wormwood Star

So bright

Will light our way

Over Shoels old Borders

Heralding us

To be the newly anointed eaters

Of all your sins

The silence in Heaven

Will be our Seventh Seal

Our earthly manifestation and

Our second reintroduction

The pagan Songs of Old Moses

About the Seven Angels

Carrying the Seven Plagues

Will once more be sung

In a new Sodom and Gomorrah

The Scarlet Woman

Her Red Dragon

And the two pagan beasts

From the East

I will send forth from Hades

Summoned to create a

Plague of locusts

As they start so many delicious

New crusades

The Seven-Sealed Scrolls

Which speak of

The Lamb Slain

When great earthquakes

Send all mountains thrown into

Boiling molten seas

As a third of the Sun and

Moon

Collide in such violence

The survivors of your world

Will watch

Star-struck in silence

There will be no judgments or rewards

No new personages, medals, or salvation

But

With a tremendous earthquake

I'll send walking up

Euphrates River

One of my old queens

Babylon

Greatest of all prostitutes

With lips painted red and

Sharp crimson nails

She’ll seduce all watchers

With wide eyes before they all die

And my Babylon of Old

Will once again rise

All seas will soon turn to blood

Vengeful and painful

Overflowing and

Filled with such beautiful political sores

People once torched by Torquemada’s fires

In those dammed inquisitions

In the Middle Ages

Shall escape from my darkness

To taste the pain

Many will soon worship

My once unspoken name

Samîazâz

And soon when I return

We will all hold hands in a new salt circle

Illuminated by a thousand old stars

To then put up

A new broken

Black and red flag

To forever sing

O’ Blessed be

So mote it be

And then you will all drown in mortal and sexual sin

O’ Blessed be

So mote it be

Asmodeus is soon to come

For we are legion

So sing to us

O’ Blessed be

(C)

Copyright John Duffy