The Call to Sophia

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(A lone voice whispers)

 

Is it nearly midnight

My beloved Sophia

Where you are

And are those invisible tears still falling again

As you dream of me

Is it supernaturally quiet

and do the streets beneath your darkened bedroom windows

Run riot as all sinister-looking shadows stand upright

Naked and bare

Does the scent of a new escape from an old oblivion

Follow you everywhere like an expensive perfume

A newly conjured Heaven above an old distorted Hell

A welcoming warm haven to lurk within

Lost like Theseus its long sensuous green grass

To hide within its long shadows

Except for the beating

Of your soft heart

And the vibrations of your slow breathing as you hear this spoken within your mind

By that silent reading voice you carry that no one else could ever find

Can you hear any other sounds like the heartbreaking lone wolf cry from the mythical Misty Mountains

For I have seen you in conjured visions dreaming of me

Felt your beating heart with my soft Astral palm as you lay sleeping and tasted the soft lush sounds of your slow breathing

Again and again

As you deep dream of the forbidden

Where those wild untameable horses of unseen obsessions and precious yearnings

Are ridden

Do you just crave a sweet taste of my red wine

Your delicious lips upon mine

So I can them whisper your secret name to the four passing winds and claim you as mine

Will you promise to give me all I need

With our time together

I sometimes dream of the sweet visceral taste of you

Knowing it will linger like divine-tasting honey

And my mind

Will cry out in elation

So Mon Cheri

In the deep realms

Of Morpheus The Greek's deep sleep

Will you wait inside those wrought iron old gates

In those so real lucid United Nations

For if you do

I will rush to you

Like The Count of Monte Cristo

Through all the falling raindrops

Caress you without fear before all who stops to see

Touch you wantonly so you will never leave

For it’s what I believe when I close my eyes

As I see you sleeping beyond the sacred old ruins of Gilgamesh

Beyond the grey skies of Emersha Amu

I just can't see you

With my eyes open

Only when dutifully closed in Neverland

It's there I can truly worship you

As I travel to warm your soul with my inner reverence

Touch you spiritually

As you too caress me unconsciously

For I need you

Like a moth bows to a flame

Like all living beings

Need a name

I am weak for you

My Goddess Sophia

My eternal wisdom in this overgrowing darkness

In the Twenty-First Century

Let me drown forever

To be lost and spinning tempestuously in your deep pools

Hypnotized forever within your dark eyes

As I stumble

From the stroke of midnight to early sunrise

Let me feel every drop of your pain

As I purge them away with my own cleansing rain

For I am your own rain

For this purging rain has always been foretold

It has just lain with the old Crone in the deepest ancient unvisited woods

Waiting for the right moments to awake as we are finally ready

When we are old

This I was told on my last visit

So now listen as my astral eyes glisten

Do you hear that outside

That lone wolf cry from somewhere mysterious

It’s me just calling

For I can see you in my silver scrying mirror

Any time

Any place

In the middle of the day or night

Beseeching or taunting

Or just teasing with dark promises of unknown deep pleasures

Do not be afraid

Shy or inhibited

Our ancient souls know

No set boundaries or red tape

No entrenched laws or written law-abiding treaties

No known teachings

For we are but two of the untameable

Blessed to be indomitable and wild

For we are truly free my child

You now know how to access my realms of In-Between

You now know where to go

Where I’ll meet you by those wrought iron old gates

This is the great underground stream

A sacred secret no one else knows even when they deep dream

And we’ll meet there ecstatically

Like the Blameless who are but truly pure

To then lay under the indigo umbrella in the falling pink rain

To love with abandon in those new lands filled with no more pain

But tonight is but a long way away

Do you too want to go beyond those wrought old iron gates to play

To lay blissfully under that indigo umbrella and get totally soaking wet

To French kiss in deepest desires

To relight old fires and relight old pyres

If only I could carry your hand from that world into mine

But it only makes it sweeter

Only makes it more cherished

For these delicious exchanges whilst we are apart

Are just our living masterpieces using written metaphors as our communication

As our refound old art

Your heart may still be ravenous

Your mouth still parched

Your arms may be empty and forever still

Reaching

But my Goddess Sophia

I'll soon have you to myself every night in those mysterious dark swirling isles

So high above

An old place above a new place

All you have to do is walk through those wrought iron old astral gates

Into those lands where we will just lay

Underneath that indigo umbrella

Where it always always

Still rains just

Love

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Call of the Demerge

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(A seductive voice whispers) 

 

I am that which is ageless

For I’m from beyond that thing in the midnight sky 

Called the Silver Moon

From a faraway place

My powers are ubiquitous

I'm the embodiment of all inner magick

Love power and peace

All fused in me 

 

Await release to help you fight any disease 

I’m the midnight shadow walker

The eternity enveloping your every living moment

All around you

Wherever you are

For I'm that which is ageless behind the twinkling stars

For I’m from beyond the Crying Moon

From a faraway

Unknown Place

Of no unions and all mortal governments and secret societies

Sing to me

For I’m a conduit

Forever living under the silvery shadows of the Wolf moon

I appear at birth and revisit at death

To take you home

I’m the full mystical wheel that turns

I’m the lucky charm

That was bestowed to you at birth

The charm I will take back

Whenever you leave

If in me

You do really believe

For I’m a deep ravine

Of unknown riveting depths

Unsolvable by just one lifetime

I’m primal

Supernaturally

Curious

I can feel your eyes lingering

Absorbing and swallowing my

Every word

From my throne room

In which I now sit

Your presence wakes me

From my slumber

From afar

I know you’ll read

On and won’t quit

What do you need

Send me your thoughts

I’ll answer your numbers

Tonight

I'll send some love and light

Or some darkness

Maybe a sprinkling of my glorious second sight

To guide you through your struggles

And plights

Will you still worship me

Your new Goddess and Queen

For I send this message just for you

From my kingdoms

Just hidden in realms

You can never see

Look to the stars

To the fall of the full moon

I am that which is ageless

For I’m from beyond

The Milky Way

From a faraway place

My powers are ubiquitous

For

I'm the embodiment of all inner magick

A multitude of

Love power and peace

Awaiting release

I’m the eternity of all you are

For

I'm the Demerge

A blending

Of two realities

A possibility to enhance

Your own individuality

Will you sing to me

Tonight

Now kneel and say after me

Blessed Be

Copyright John Duffy 

The Lost Angel, Speaks To Empower You!

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

Hey you

My curious reading friend

One of the bright lights in this Twenty-first century 

Not tempted or dimmed by consumerism

Big Tec and all it dumbs down 

As it slowly infects

Thanks for visiting me in 2022 again 

Did you know all Time is just like a slow-moving river

And you're all walking unconsciously upstream 

To the Nexus of your Dreams

Through its wet ever-flowing waters 

Of glistening gold and silver

As it flows from the Great lights

Many hidden fissures 

Walking upstream towards your own inevitable end

Wandering alongside all those you respect 

Adore or even hate

But if you're lucky

Like I think and know you are

You'll be forever surrounded by incredible extraordinary people 

Who'll all try to support and help you

Find the profound strength to empower and fire up all your visions and ideals 

Like a Drag car engine

And not fall as you try to walk upstream

Those from the Lands of the Living and those from in here 

Currently by mortal eyes

Unseen  

Your ancestors like your much-loved forefathers or beloved mothers

Uncle's or Aunties

Sisters or brothers

All watching from just behind this Blue Portal

Here in the Great In-Between 

Who wants you to succeed in this

The oldest of great games

Playing your role in the grandest of Schemes

This is my new message that I send all the way from Jagaroo's Cove

Just for those like you

Who may need it

So they can maybe live by a new code 

As they walk through those waters which will for Eternity

Flow

I can only pray it helps you cope 

More than you'll ever comprehend 

It's simple really

If you're lonely

Neglected or feel rejected

Reach out to someone

Anyone

Or just talk it through 

In the Light 

Never in the Dark

For you're never alone before you ascend 

And someone will help create a bridge to a new form of happiness

Through an act of inconceivable magic 

Some know as kindness

Some as The Laws of Attraction

But action in whatever name 

It chooses

To help dispel those dark clouds brought about by one of life's eternal Elementals

We know as Mr Tragic

Tasked to collect lone walkers early for his master

The Grey Reaper

Just be courageous to talk as you walk

To dispel those dark clouds that seem to cling and with cunning stealth

Stalk

Until the next time 

Your forever friend

From within the long Shadows

Some call me Jimmy O'Rourke 

Some the man from Montauk Mountains

But to you, as I stand here getting wet 

In the gold and silver river that never bends

I'm forever Elham 

The Lost Angel 

Praying your soul is soon purified and cleansed

Through a small act of magic whenever it's needed 

As you walk upstream 

To see the soul-lifting sights before your End

As you look for the deep centre of all your dreams

In-Between

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Man who talked to Butterflies

  

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(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

(C)

Copyright John Duffy