. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Wednesday, November 4, 2026

Autumnal Whispers


 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 


This is a deeply personal, spiritual plea for liberation and romantic reunion, framed by the isolating, atmospheric chill of a late-autumn night. 


The speaker transitions from a state of melancholic insomnia to a dramatic cosmic appeal, ultimately finding a sense of community with fellow artists, creators, and "searchers."


Maybe like you! 


(A lone voice whispers) 



Autumnal darkness comes like a favourite old friend 


In this

The longest of nights

In November 


Creeping in like a Mesopotamian creeping mist 


Like one remembered 

While the rest of the world is sleeping 


Depriving me of sleep

Underneath its meagre grey skies


As weather chimes

Overcast


Cry

Sing and whistle

In rhyme 


O Lord,

Hear my cry


On your

Most High


Open up my soul contract


And declare by your decree

My freedom is still intact


My freedom to find my Lucinda


The girl who once gave me her number 

A while back


Only to lose me and our whispered pact


By the strike of your thunder


Hear me

O Mighty Lord


In this Autumnal hour


Cut the cord 

Cut the cord


So I can leave this memory place 

Of smoke and ash


So I can just run

To find her with all my remaining power


But in these low whispers 


In the deep depths


I feel the vibrational presence of viewers


So here's to you


You 

The bohemians 


Eccentrics, originals and mavericks


The kingdom builders of visual worlds that shine through 


Using the power and brilliance of inspired words and fluted thoughts


I pray with you to stay

Like my beloved Lucinda 


In memories


You 


The Ones

That have the brilliance of words and fluted thoughts 


Only you

I can praise


You


The searchers

Creator's


Poetic

Time abusers


Be free and never 

Bought


(C)

Copyright John Duffy



Desire


 Blessed be 

Velumbound 


This transmission is a deeply atmospheric, sensuous, and ritualistic exploration of eroticism, control, and spiritual transcendence. 


It uses Prince’s discography as a sonic and thematic landscape to explore the boundaries between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and the physical and spiritual worlds.


Are you ready? 


(A lone voice whispers) 


As you watched me with dark, inescapable eyes 


While Prince played the Beautiful Ones


I took your soft hand and traced the shape of desire upon your sensuous soft skin


To own you

To will you to let me in


I blindfolded your eyes

As I prepared a surprise


And when Darling Nikki sang a song filled with Computer Blues


I consumed you

And as you quivered and shivered


I held you tightly 

Skin to skin


And looked deeply within your dark eyes and whispered


*Beyond this mortal world filled with darkness and pain 


We are reborn just to be together again*


And as your low echoes filled our candlelit red room


As your soft breath took that of a deer being chased by a lion 


I knew then

I just had to replay the Beautiful Ones 


For this night of explorations of unknown valleys and untouched mountain peaks had just begun 


For the Holy Land of Wandering Fingers and Sharp Tongues


Beckoned 


A dark crucible of intense pleasure and sweet pain 


As feverish minds in this new landscape began to wildly run again


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Tuesday, November 3, 2026

The Time Loop



Your treasured memory flashes like a falling star from my mind's external sky 


It creates time loops where spirits from the tomb gather 


While old conversations, like white snow, fall from the eternal sky


With such glitz and glamour 


And whenever I see your face again in that time loop 


As in you swagger


I always remember why I loved you 


For like the mystical everlasting sea


The wild magic of you and me

Will forever flow and run free


Like a lone siren's love song 

Once whispered 


To try to hypnotise 

Ulysses 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 



Do you wear copper too?

 


Many who visit here enjoy reading. 


I love you. Not physically, but spiritually. 


True readers in today's short-attention-span society are a rarity. 


So I send love and light. 


Well, here's a treat. 


The piece relies on a traditional esoteric concept of polarity. 


The left side of the body is receptive (absorbing), and the right side is expressive (projecting).


Placing the copper bracelet on the left wrist is presented as a targeted blockade against incoming negative stimuli.


The Escalation


 "Deceptive Attacks":


Notably, the speaker observes that while the physical symptoms stopped, the dreams merely changed tactics, becoming "cunning and devious." 


Could this highlight a psychological pattern where a temporary coping mechanism forces the underlying anxiety or stress to manifest in a new, more complex narrative? 


Or something more deceptive? 



Cultural & Historical Validation: 


The second half of the transmission shifts from personal anecdote to a broader FAQ-style justification. 


By citing ancient Egypt, Tibet, Greece, and traditions like Ayurveda or Isha Yoga, the speaker attempts to ground their deeply personal experience in historic, collective human practices.


Dual Perspectives: Spiritual vs. Physiological


The piece can be analysed through two distinct lenses, both of which offer a valid explanation for why the author experienced relief:


Aspect 

Spiritual Interpretation


(Text's View)


Physiological / Psychological


Interpretation


Night Sweats 

Thermal byproduct of massive spiritual energy used to fight off psychic attacks. 


Autonomic nervous system hyperarousal; spikes in cortisol/adrenaline during intense REM sleep or night terrors.


The "Hunted" Dreams


Actual spiritual entities targeting an open, vibrant aura in the spirit realm. 


Lucid dreaming disruptions, high stress levels, or a manifestation of feeling vulnerable or overwhelmed in waking life.


Copper's Role 


An energetic conductor acting as a protective filter or grounding barrier against negative vibes. 


The Placebo Effect & Anchoring: 


The act of putting on a physical token provides profound psychological comfort, lowering sleep anxiety and reducing the adrenaline spikes that cause sweating.


The Power of Ritual


Historically and anthropologically, objects like copper have always served as vital psychological anchors.


Whether or not copper manipulates metaphysical fields, the ritual of wearing it gives the individual agency.


By taking a physical action (wearing the bracelets), the speaker reclaimed a sense of control over their sleep environment, effectively telling their subconscious mind that they were safe and protected.


Shall we begin? 


(A lone voice whispers 



Do you wear copper too?


An interesting post for you to consume. 


I used to sweat on some nights like someone had thrown a bucket of water on me. 


So I started researching why, given my background. 


Long story short. 


Those with any psychic gifts shine like a flame in the spirit realm and attract spirits like a moth to a flame. 


My lucid dream excursions were getting slowly darker and darker. 


A feeling of being hunted. 


As these dreams got darker, the sweats came. 


Upon research, spiritual energy creates heat. 


When I pushed back in my lucid dreams, I used enormous spiritual energy. 


This made me sweat. 


Then I found how to stop it. 

Wearing a copper bracelet. 


You must wear one on your left hand, though. 


Because you absorb spiritual essences on your left side and put them out your right. 


So if you are under a spiritual attack. 


It will come from your left, be absorbed and, if released. 


Flow out your right. 


So I bought one to try. 


The results. 


No more night sweats. 


No more vivid emotional dreams of being hunted. 


The downside. 


The dream attacks are more deceptive. 

Cunning and devious. 


Spiritually, I'm no longer open, as the copper has put up a filter, a barrier to try to prevent them from getting through. 


I now wear two. 

One on each wrist


Which I'm never taking off. 


If you feel under attack, have a read below. 


Many people believe that copper has a positive energy with the spiritual world, and it also works very well with other spiritual elements like crystals and stones. 


Some also believe that with the benefits of magnets with copper, you can gain double the healing power for physical ailments, as well as mental and emotional benefits.


Does copper have healing powers?


This depends on the individual, but some believe that copper does have healing properties; 


Copper has been used for centuries. 


Many people have reported positive benefits from fewer aches, less inflammation and better circulation after wearing a copper bracelet or copper jewellery.


 

Does copper attract positive energy?


Copper has been used for centuries to represent luck and prosperity, from religious uses to materials. 


Copper in ancient times was always considered a lucky metal that attracts money, prosperity, and wealth.


Does copper give you energy?


Yes, some believe that copper can help with energy levels. 



Can it provide protection? 


In various cultures, copper is associated with protective properties. 


Wearing copper jewellery is believed to offer protection from negative energies, psychic attacks, and harmful influences.


How Copper Is Believed to Protect


Absorbs Negative Energy: 


Copper acts as an energy conductor. 


Many believe it pulls negative vibes, stress, or heavy emotions away from your aura and converts them into positive energy.


Shields Against Psychic Attacks: 


It is often worn as a ring, bracelet (such as a kada), or thread to create a boundary against outside influences, psychic attacks, or emotional draining.


Grounds and Stabilises:


In Ayurvedic and yogic traditions (such as Isha Yoga), copper is used to balance the body's energy system, ground scattered thoughts, and keep you centred.


Bridges Realms:


Historically used in ancient Egypt, Tibet, and Greece, copper is thought to connect the physical and spiritual worlds, helping align the chakras and clear blockages.


Well, since you made it here. 


Thanks for reading. 


I'm just closing my eyes to see who's waiting on the other side. 


At least I'm copperfied! 


02.15

November 4th 2026


The Invitation in The Red Book of Spells

 


(A lone voice whispers)


Let me in

I whisper into the grey smoke 


Rising from my ceremonial Frankincense candle


And floating into the blanket of total darkness


Illuminated only by twinkling, sparkling diamonds


Which seeps across deep blue oceans and rocky yellow sandy shores


To warm you, my spectacular love


For I am so feverish


Let my whispered light spells


Carried by this grey smoke in these gushing four winds


Reach those once frozen invisible tears


Falling from those beautiful but sad brown eyes 


And reach deep into your incredibly lonely heart.


So you can feel its red flame


Crimson


As it engulfs you with unconditional ease


Hot to the touch like molten volcano fire


So addictive and seductively consuming


But beware

For when it touches humans


Some are forever emotionally ruined as their once lonely hearts 


Starts to sing


So will you take this gift like a rare, expensive bottle of red wine


Only found in dark, limited places unvisited by Father Time


And let me melt those cold glaciers 


That surrounds you with soul-warming fires that come in all flavours 


Which will mesmerise and leave you


Burning and spinning endlessly within my dark eyes


Do you want to feel the heat from my firm hands on your soft skin


The breath of my mouth


Letting you taste each of these words as your soul opens up 


Its dark doors to a new corridor and gently pleads to confess


To then walk through a gateway to a unique realm 


Where you'll no more have to wait


Before your beautiful soul is too tainted by just living


And have to stand in line behind her black gates


Held prisoner with so many others 


Who make a mockery of her


Naamah's grip on their emotional fates


Dare you climb my red ladder out of the darkness of Naamah's 


Endless grey void


Before you are totally destroyed 


To arrive at a wondrous place


Where you'll no more have to lie frozen under heartbroken spells


Conjured by dark ancient shadows 


And yelled 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 


Filled with those discarded old dreams which once lay forgotten 


Which once flickered so low but never really died


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 naked and vulnerable in your red room


Awaiting my soft touch


Can I baptise you like Saint John the Baptist


To walk knee-deep into a new sea of Galilee


Is that low spark of longing


On fire in your velvety centre


Your precious divine spiritual altar


Aflame and burning so bright


Are you ready to get drunk on this poetic lascivious potion tonight


I always carry


Stolen from the encampments on the perilous mountains of Asmodeus


Called Mother Temptation 


Will you drink and then feel its intense burn


As it melts all those old, once-hidden feelings 


So they can slowly return


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

Relationships

 


(A lone voice whispers) 


Do old memories (5)

Materialise quickly (7)

At random moments (5)


And from their sounds and visual delights


Aren't we just hoarders of all we feel


To carry like thieves

Into 

The longest of dark nights 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy





Why do people have to die?

 


(A lone voice whispers) 


I heard I'd lost a much-cherished friend today


Such a wild joker

Irrepressible smile


Epic rave dancer 

In a black jumpsuit 


Who I loved to talk to on those 90s black old telephones


Rolled into one ball of irresistible energy 


Oh, we had such irreversible fun whilst we were young, but cancer


Came calling in her later years


And she got shot by his bright white SV40 gun 


So now I grieve


For like so many others

Those we once loved


No matter how brief 

From January to December 


We always love them more when we remember 


As their fire burns low

But never goes out


Like a never-ending bonfire night ember


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


In memory of Lisa

Xxx

Monday, November 2, 2026

Can you still remember your first love?

 


       This piece, framed as a transmission from "Velumbound," explores the theme of first love as a profound, altering initiation. 


Rather than framing love as a comforting or peaceful refuge, the text positions it as a disruptive, sacred, and ultimately haunting force that permanently rewrites an individual's identity.


🎭 Core Themes & Literary Devices


• Love as a Sacred Initiation: 


The text uses heavily religious and ritualistic language ("consecration," "sacred initiation," "consecrated dreams"). 


This frames the experience of falling in love for the first time not merely as an emotional milestone, but as a spiritual transfiguration. 

It is a point of no return.


• The Gothic & The Haunting: 

By subverting the traditional romantic ideal of love as a "gentle salvation," the piece introduces elements of Gothic romance. 

Love is described as an "invisible ghost" and a "bewitchery" that leaves behind a permanent "haunting." 


This suggests that the memory of first love is a beautiful curse, lingering into old age.


• Mythological Imagery: 


The mention of "Aphrodite's crimson tree" grounds the piece in the classical tradition of love deities, while the word "crimson" evokes passion, blood, sacrifice, and danger. 


The "dark shadows" hiding behind it imply that love's origins are mysterious, ancient, and potentially perilous.


• The Metamorphosis of Identity: 


The core argument of the transmission is that love "reshapes identity forever."


 The poem reinforces this by noting that life "changed forever that night." 


It treats the emotional awakening as a permanent psychological scarring or tattooing—something that cannot be undone.


📜 Tone and Structure


The tone is solemn, atmospheric, and confessional. 

The transition from a prose-based philosophical introduction to the poetic "lone voice" whisper creates an intimate, broadcasting aesthetic. 


The rhyming structure at the end (bewitchery / me / tree / delivery / mysteries) gives the final segment a rhythmic, spell-like quality, echoing the theme of "total bewitchery."


Shall we begin?



Blessed be 

Velumbound 


Tonight's transmission is about first love as a powerful, sacred initiation. 


Can you remember yours? 


A consecration. 


A union entwined with depth and feeling but also cursed with memory and haunting.


A haunting where Love isn't portrayed as gentle salvation, but as an incredible force that reshapes identity forever.


Consecrated Dreams


(A lone voice whispers)


I can always remember the first moment of total bewitchery.


When Love climbed, like an invisible ghost, into the very deep depths of me.


From dark shadows hidden behind Aphrodite's crimson tree.


Because my life changed forever that night with its first delivery.


To be haunted into old age with my first taste of its dark mysteries.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Sunday, November 1, 2026

The Dream


(A lone voice whispers)


As I dreamt on the 18th of January, I pondered vulnerability.


A bearded man in a white robe appeared to me. 


He said, 

“John, I have a message for you. Take my hand, my son.”


As I took his hand, he took me to a huge grey and black mountain.


Gazing at me with deep brown, mesmerising eyes, he continued.


“When you were all born into this realm before me, and all in the highest of heights.


We gave you all a beautiful light to show the world, but when you entered the world and listened to its descriptions of happiness, many of you built these mountains before us.


Mountains of fear, self-doubt, and the manipulation of nether beings, which slowly cover that beautiful light we once gave you to share.


Can you still feel yours, John?”

He asked inquisitively.


I answered.

“A pulse of light that sometimes appears when I feel lucid, 


My Lord.”

I whispered.


“Take my hand, John.


Do not be afraid, for when you allow me back into your life,


I'll open up those small caverns within these mountains of fears and self-doubts to once again lead you to the light.


 You once truly loved.


Your own divine right to serenade your own individuality and intrinsic happiness.”


As the Lord took my hand.


He approached the huge mountain before me, and there before me was a minute crack, and we shrank and entered it. 


A strange yellow doorway appeared and grew to accommodate us.


As we walked, 

The Lord said.


“Through renewed faith.

One can find a way to the light.”


As we walked, the mountain started breaking down before us, and as his hand increased in heat,


I felt light of all my burdens, and when I looked up. 


A bright yellow, shimmering flame lay before me in the distance.


The last words I heard before I awoke were simply this. Which I leave here for you to read.


“Believe in me and be reborn to the light.


 Tell those in need."


(C) Copyright John Duffy


New theme coming soon. Are you ready?


 Some ask what I see.


What happens?


So here is a taster.


When I close my eyes.

It's all pitch black.


Then, moving white, irregular shapes of light appear.


Pulsating, vibrating.

Moving forward and backwards.


Sometimes they look like faces, and sometimes they don't.


Then, like magic.


I'm in another realm.

Fully awake, conscious and aware.


Just like being fully awake in the daylight.


I always look around to see where I am.


The people, the surroundings, and the lay of the land.


Sometimes, the people are kind, curious or rebellious.


Sometimes there are other strange beings.


Sometimes they try to catch me.


A stranger who suddenly appeared in their lands.


Sometimes it feels like I've been there before and the people have been waiting for my return.


It's a strange gift to lucid dream every night.


To visit worlds of unbelievable experiences.


Some say we all visit the lower levels of the astral realms when we all dream.


The inhabitants, good and bad, usually ignore the visitors, for they follow a set sequence.


The dream sequence being projected into their minds.


But can you imagine their curiosity when a new visitor is fully conscious?


Following no set parameters?


One who can exhibit miraculous powers.


Some say all mortal beings, when they die, reside in the lower levels until they ascend.


And when they ascend higher to the next level. They leave the old raw version of themselves behind.


The husk.


It knows their name and all their old memories but isn't the original.


The original version, the soul, has migrated higher.


Are these the majority of those who populate the lower levels of the Astral realms, intermixed with those undergoing refinement of the soul?


Then this illuminated version of me appears disturbing their limbo of existence? 


Some say to avoid mediums, for the husk is usually who they contact. 


The husk will always give you answers. It will seem to be the person, for in essence it is. 


But the original version you knew. 


The version with the soul intact. 


Might have moved to a higher level of existence than the husk. 


And the husk could be jealous; for that's a human trait, it might try to trick the living. 


Could that be why I'm sometimes hunted? 


Hunted by the vengeful shells of the once living? 


I might start a dream diary on my new website I'm going to create over the Christmas holidays. 


Visits to The Great In-Between. 


(The astral realms) 


I think you might enjoy this new exploration I'm going to reveal. 


Some good, some scary. 


So scary, my bible always under my pillow, needs touching. 


For I'm guided to touch it and pray to dissolve the feelings of sudden anxiety and fear. 


I have a feeling something's waiting for me to try to trap me. 


But since they can't because of my gift, they plan and wait. 


Oh, the sometimes torture of having a miraculous gift. 


One aspect of it seems to be expressed throughout my poetic works. 


Even I enjoy listening and being transported into their visual landscapes. 


Until the next time. 

Salute. 


03.29 am

November the second. 2026.