. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Wednesday, December 30, 2020

The Spotify Experience

An exploration of music and poetry. 
Narrated by Clinton R. Johnson from Canada. 

It's rather surprising how far words can reach. 
Salute. 
A couple of the artists on my bio are unknown. A strange Spotify algorithm. 





Click this link to visit Spotify. Salute

Tuesday, December 22, 2020

The voice of Raphael

 The voice of Raphael


Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read. Salute. 


The voice of Raphael 

(A lone voice whispers)


I'm a hidden mercenary

An angel 


A bringer of the 

Purple Flame


Often seen 

As a young man

Carrying a staff


But I'm just 

A tollkeeper 

And opener of occult doorways 


To secretive places from 

The Great In-Between 


Held in the 

Great Pagan 

Books 


Of so many 

Names



One of the ancient inhabitants 

Forever reborn 


An original citizen

of a lost faraway world 


A holy city

Beyond the Great Veil


The Gatekeeper is just my magical occult sigil


Say my invocation spell three times 


And I'll appear 

To help you materialise those dark dreams of love


Or wealth 

You hold dear


It's that simple


O' Ancient One

Great Gatekeeper 

from beyond the 

Great Shadows


Hear my call and come hither forth


O' Ancient One

From beyond the Great Shadows


Hear my call and come visit me

whilst I dream 


Riding upon your great white horse


O' Blessed Be


O' Ancient One

Great Gatekeeper from beyond the

Great Shadows


Hear my call and come hither forth


Did you do it


The look in your eyes says yes
If you really confess

For I'll be visiting you

Tonight


In the low hours


Just after 

Midnight 


So mote it be


If God will allow 

Us


Copyright John Duffy 


Thursday, December 17, 2020

Is this your Christmas wish?


I once prayed for true love

And  

When the Christmas sunshine 

finally lit you up


I knew deep down inside

I'd found some magic


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Was he a light worker?

 


“We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth.”


Remembering JFK, who championed science to put a human foot on the Moon, and championed art, to put poetry and power in the human heart, and was killed in 1963 

So many could strive to be free:

Sunday, September 20, 2020

Do you pray in these dark times in 2021?

 


A prayer whispered from the Great In-Between just for you. 

Now say after me, using that reading voice, who is narrating these words. 


Let there be a bright light to strengthen and revitalise

Me and my beloved family

In the name and in the presence of The Almighty

Of which I am reborn eternally

Through the sacred power of the Holy blood

Once sacrificed for me and the many others

I COMMAND the four winds to summon

Archangel Michael

To with his mighty sword

Remove all dark energies
Linked to covid 19

Manifesting
Around me my family or my friends

And any unseen energies
That binds

As all that darkness is absolved

Into the ether from whence, it came

I call upon

Archangel Michael

To summon the blessed
Violet Flame and through
Ablution

To cleanse all our energies
And remove all illnesses

And threats to our mortal being

To once again
Bathe us in the
Pure White Light

From the Almighty's
Great Halls and to

Fill up all our Future Rooms

With so much revitalizing
Energy

I ask Archangel Michael
To purge all the afflictions

From our souls 
as we all go into the world
To do the Lord's bidding

In this very moment 
As this energy is released

I pray for divine salvation

Freedom and enlightenment
In the name of the
Almighty

So be it
Amen

Copyright John Duffy 

Sunday, August 2, 2020

Unspoken Love Song of the Heartbroken




Are we the broken
Just unconsciously

Attracted 
To the broken


Is it simply 
The unspoken
Love song 


Of the heartbroken


For Love is now just frozen in time 


With
Arms 


No longer wide open 


As
Eyes now dimmed
Filled with no emotions 


Pray for someone new
To bring hope in


But as tears run
Down our soft skin


Soaking
In


Like the bluest of oceans


Is it then we slowly realise


It’s simply 

The oldest golden slogan

Of those

Who could never be happy


For we're the ones 
Who might never be chosen


Us
Who wonder these lands

 
Pretending to be happy 


As we go through
All gears and motions


Forever just wearing a mask


Smiling and always appearing on the outside


To be joking 

But deep down inside


We hide our  eternal soul 

Which is crying 


As it struggles to find true love
And for now 


Waits 
Standing still 


Quietly choking


Copyright John Duffy

Saturday, August 1, 2020

Even In The Arms Of Heaven, They Still Return

In this turbulent storm, we are all silently walking through, I decided to share this audio book I wrote and produced for free.

For all those beautiful souls lost within its swirling winds.

Was it a dream or just another story from the other-side?
I will leave that for you to answer. Have you got 40 minutes free? Put some earphones in and have a listen. Salute. Within memories, they always return. Narrated by the wonderful, Linda Roper.

One day, I'd like to make this into a short film.


Merry Christmas