My Halloween visitor. Lola, the beautiful Ghost who haunts me

  

Someone called Lola has just whispered this tale as I relax. 

Is she one of my Halloween visitors? 

Tonight's channelling. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes

You've just got to say goodbye to the old ways and try to heal raw unopened emotional sores

It may feel like you've been through all the world's many wars 

But everybody has their flaws

Some may choose to hide it so well and smile 

While putting on a favourite well-loved mask 

Which you can see through from a country mile

And some don't 

Some may say strange tempestuous things 

In wild uncomfortable moments of heat 

When they lose self-control 

As they sharpen their jealous vindictive claws

And some may say nothing at all 

But still, think deep down inside 

People are just human after all

Misfits in the grandest of all elaborate known schemes 

Wandering around like lost little children 

Filled with such high hopes and dreams 

While some just crumble and fall apart at the seams

Trying to make it

After they've  been given one of life's priceless spiritual work permits

But you know 

I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years

So I'm told by Archangel Michael 

In rare conversations in the White Chapel 

I've lived

Loved and cried so many wet tears

And now as I return in here from the Sixth 

After surviving many of my psychological battles

 

Whilst living in the New Age called 2021

Like when I lived in the Old Tower of Babel

Here's what I know

Before I return for a short stint in Heaven 

Before I'm sent out to do it all again

Life and all its emotional connections are simply explained in a few lines of emotional poetry 

Which are written in bold golden italics in God's eternal archives 

Want to know what they are before your own time to die

They simply state

Do the best with your time before you die 

Be kind

Be compassionate

Be loyal 

Be open to change 

No matter how strange 

But above all

Be true to You and embrace Love

And you too might come back for another short while 

Well it works for me and one day I hope to see you in the White Chapel

Where we can swap stories and inspired poetry

While sitting underneath the mystical branches 

Of one of its many beautiful silver apple trees

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The Heartbreak Files

 

Deep down, if you've been cheated on. 

Did you find out by cunning stealth?

(A lone voice whispers)  

So you've just found and tasted  

The dark Treasures of Heartbreak  

Through your own version of the Inquisition  

Your Organic Disclosure Project  

That  

You've been cheated on  

You do know what comes next

Don't you

That emotional soul-destroying part

Called The Great Disconnect

(C)  

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The King of the Fallen, Speaks.

  

Hear me

For I'm 

The Only Oracle 

In the Golden Temple of Temptation

In the darkness  

The multitude  

They cry aloud

Those tormented but loved ferociously by my brother Sin

Who I bless to always  

Win

The fallen  

Who kneel  

Starved of true love

Those who pray for mercy in the darkness

From high above

What they do not know

What I try to cloud their judgement to deny

That there is still hope  

For my enemy did not die

But the fools  

Who I now claim as mine

The liars

Corrupted politicians

And so many others

Don't believe he lived  

Beyond the bet of a dime

So I can maybe take my chance

And lead them to my desert of desolation

With a soft kiss and a trusting hand

That tempts them to take it

To begin our eternal dance

For my name is on another level

If you're into rhyming slang

You might already know it

It's simply an inversion of a place

The enlightened  

Know as Heaven

The King who loves to embezzle

Who the righteous know as their adversary

My name is known worldwide

Glad to meet you  

My name is your friendly rebel

The.......

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A dark piece inspired by all the corruption, flooding the worldview at this junction in time.

There's always hope though, you just have to look between the cracks in the Shadows. Salute. 

The Seeker

(A lone voice whispers)

I once walked into The Dangerous Off-Limits Zone

In the deserted Lands of Kem

In search of deep prose

Clutching my pen  

Like a lone messenger from The Pulsars

Sent from so far  

To find inspiration

To write a transcript of humanities development and extraterrestrial intervention

Stories of the Hopi

That linked the Lemurians to The Dogon and The Atlanteans

And then I met you

My first contact from The Secret Circle of Nine

The true queen of all things between us

A Starchild once spoken of in The Lost Chapters of Enoch

The Walker between the Lost Moons of all Solar Systems

The bright thunderbolt of unspoken Gods

Who always was

A universal force worshipped in all kingdoms

If only they knew

Then you stole the centre of my aura

That wonderful night  

You let me undress your body and soul

By taking off your sparkling diamond-encrusted tiara

So here I am again

Looking for my love  

In the Lands of Kem

Walking the Nexus Line  

By the Sacred Kolbrin

Waiting to see

If it's you  

The Universe once again brings  

As these dark clouds whisper

It's nearly our time to roll in

(C)  

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Esther's Last Letter to Tobias

  

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Let this letter I leave  

Which you'll find  

When the time is right  

For I'll no longer be in sight  

Always remind you  

To remember my deep Love  

Whenever you grieve  

For beautiful Fairies  

To sing and dance

And scream out our beloved names  

Upon Torberry Hill  

Especially  

Today  

And on Midsummers Nights Eve  

To help you recall all those sweet subtle moments  

You tenderly awakened my failing spirit  

And helped me rise  

through kind words  

Compassion and happiness  

To help force all my old demons

Back into the dark Pit of Sadness  

So remember all those old incredible sonnets of laughter  

And wide as a country mile  

Smiles  

Even those heartbroken tears  

The random fights and pain  

Let all those memories of us  

Together  

Burn like a bright Gucci Inventum  

Star Eye candle  

To us sustain  

Let even the bad ones  

Remain  

For they encompass all we once were  

So all though  

We can never be together again  

I'll always be close  

Like a careful shadow following a lover in solitude  

So just close your beautiful brown eyes and whisper my name  

Three times

Esther  

Esther  

Esther  

And all those sad emotions will disappear  

As your dormant feelings for me  

Reappear  

So this  

I leave  

Ingrained in this letter  

A secret code of swirling simplicity  

To help you  

Rise from the Pit  

In your dark moments of sensitivity  

If you still dare to believe in my vision and wisdom  

As I once did in yours  

For we are all linked together magically  

Somehow  

By the supernatural laws of Synchronicity  

A paranormal invisible ministry  

And we can sometimes communicate with each other  

Even those who have passed over  

If we dare breach the silent oaths of our spiritual virginity  

And believe in a higher power as we grieve  

It's why people like me  

And others  

Whose candle still burns so bright  

Ignited so gloriously

By continuous memories of those who still love us  

Will never leave  

But simply to appear to our Crux  

Just hidden by The Purple Veil  

Out of sight  

In the form of one of the Universes many swirling atoms

Sending prayers as we watch in its dust

(C)  

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Have faith. Love will come when she's ready!

 Press play.

Salute.

Narrated by the so-talented Clinton. R.

Johnson

An Angel Speaks

  A lone voice whispers

We the invisible Angels

Gods Nurses

Always smile down at you

Like a kind nurse does

To rows of sorrowful patients

Which sometimes lay before us

Especially like here

On Ward Twenty-One of Saint Peters's hospital 

In New Brunswick

New Jersey 

Particularly the sorry souls 

The broken or bent

For it's why we are summoned 

By heartfelt prayers 

Invisible guests trying to answer

Requests

Whispered to be heard 

For them to be dutifully resolved as they are sensed 

When sent

The smile I always carry 

Isn't a smile of ill judgement 

Or dismay 

But of immense hope 

For me to find a way 

To help change the tragic vibrations at play

For I know the recently diagnosed patient 

For that's what we call you

Will find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope

Whatever the outcome 

For they all do 

It's a silent degree

A potent line spoken by your sympathetic Almighty 

Which you will at some point

 Too feel

For all things 

Follow something angelic 

All you have to do 

Is call for us 

By prayer

To summon us 

Angels from just somewhere

For we are really everywhere 

Not just in the secret halls 

Of The Great In-Between

We

The bringers of such priceless gilded envelopes of Hope 

To help soothe the soul

We 

The invisible folk

Who follow you like we're your own betrothed guardian philanthropists

Just huddled together

Here

Never sleeping 

But waiting in the shade of the Great In-Between 

By

The Eternal Water Oaks

Waiting for psychic calls to spring into action

For it's why we exist

To help bring your Spiritus

Some form of self-satisfaction 

To offer respite 

Despite the seemingly soft kiss of depression

On dark lonely nights

Call to us

Whenever you need us

Send us your heavy words

Into the swirling grey mists

Which move and flow all around you

With an phenomenal supernatural intelligence 

For it's a bridge to us

The Un-Sleepers

Hiding in the Grey Smoke 

Just waiting 

By The Great Grey Oaks 

For a lone voice

Maybe like yours

Who needs our help 

To sometimes cope

 (C)

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Channelling King Arthur

  

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(A regal voice whispers)  

Oh Here  

She Comes

Oh Here  

She Comes

Oh Blessed Be  

Oh Blessed be

Tonight the Goddess of Fertility and Motherhood

Appears on her white charger

To enchant and tempt all

Who wish to follow her

To her Faeryland

Ashera

The Goddess

At this dire hour

Comes forth

And rides in front  

For all the anointed

To see Her

Gowned from head to toe

In a golden and green  

Priceless steel armour

A true beauty of so  

much Love and Light

With such beautiful brown opal eyes

Which glow

Like hidden fires

Once lit  

In secret woodland groves

Who no one  

Only the good

Dare to follow

For they know  

Instinctively

The secret way

To the  

Magical Doorway

In the Sacred Oak

So if you see or feel a gust of musty wind

Or smell a divine scent

That all your five senses are invoked

And conquered with such an exotic abundance

Of wild divine energy

For that's her biomarker

When she chooses to appear to the young

The old and elderly

Who may be in jeopardy

For she's Heaven sent

And hear the sound of her approaching steed's

Golden bells  

That ring

Which hang on the necks on their black leather harnesses

So they can joyously  

In unison

Rhythmically sing

It might be best to lay in the wide shades

Of your woodland hides

If you're tainted with sin

Way  

Way

In the deep green green grass

And you she will pass

Or you could follow  

Like a true believer of Apollo

As she rides

While above you

Skies above your New Age

Gradually gets darker

With the cries for war  

Created worldwide famine

And soon-to-be global financial horror and ruin

Back to her Blessed Hollow

Beyond the Magical Doorway

To the Hidden Realm

Where I too reside

In Sweet Lands  

Of The Great Sacred Oak

For her and her many  

Fairy Folk

Tonight  

They raid

For here will soon come  

The Wild Riders

From across The Shee

Smiling gleefully  

Totally unafraid

So tonight  

This incantation

Whisper by I

Once known as  

King Arthur

The First Knight

Of the Secret Guild

Of The Half-Light

Commands you all  

To light

All the yellow hay-like beacons

Within your inquisitive minds

To create your own versions

Of my once treasured  

Bridles Way

In England

To guide the Named Few

Maybe even you

To cross the Fairy folk's Fells

So in this year  

Reeking of fear

The wildfires of Fertility and Motherhood

Can continue to burn within you

Without shedding a tear

So the seductive Myloto Dance

Can once more truly  

Come alive

So many can dance  

Play  

Lay

Pray or sing

With the new freedom, they've never felt before

The Dawn cockerel screams

To break her hypnotic enchanting spell

As the rising morning  

Sun

Once more  

Announces

It's  

Closing that magical paranormal portal

Back to her Sacred Hollow

For the brave few  

That queued in procession

The whole night through

When they found the courage and followed

So her golden precious bells

To them

Could sing  

Forever

A proclamation to defeat all known deep depressions

For they like me  

And many others

Will soon be annotated

To be reborn  

Immortal

To live in happiness

With our beloved  Ashera

A beautiful goddess of Heaven

Just not known to many

Still living mortals

Still living mortals

Who'll never find the way 

Or the Keys of Courage

To crossover 

By using her secret magical 

 

Paranormal  

Portal

(C)  

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Falling in Love

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Falling in love

A journey of

Delirium and Desolation

Started usually with

Ecstasy and Extreme Happiness

Tied and held tightly together 

Forever

With a devilish purple bow

Of humanities addiction 

To physiological madness

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Foundation of the piece.

The two D's represents heartbreak, divorce, grief.

Been cheated on. And so much more.

The two E's represents the emotional peaks. 

The incredible highs. The feelings of being wanted.

Like holding hands in the rain and smiling.And so much more.

If you know, you know.

And the Purple Bow represents how you can't have one or two, without the others.

Just in different forms.

Like sisters and brothers.

You may have never experienced the two D's, lived a perfect life with the two E's.

But the D's can suddenly appear when you least expect it. (Grief)

For Death is like a lover too. 

For he's courted and coveted you all your life, just waiting for a chance to dance,

The Last Dance.

For he's just in love, too. 

The D's and E's.

An all-consuming addiction

For those interested

Entwined like green ivy

 Around Huzuni

A grey metaphorical tree 

Those in Swahili 

Call Sadness.

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The Ayahuasca Warrior

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Into the Mythical UnderMouth

Known as The Dark Abyss

I went

Swirling like a lost Autumn leaf

In strange winds  

Heaven sent

Merging like a well-drilled soldier

Into the fine lines  

Of the Universe's timeless dust

I travelled up high

Into the higher kingdoms of The Astral Realms

To mysterious crossroads of The Undreamt

Then to unvisited corners never seen before by others

Into another dimension of Time and Space

Colliding into other faceless atoms

Of golden rusty dust

Where one whispered

She would be my mother  

In another life

She would nurture and get me ready for my future wife

Then that special atom flowed on

Farther still I travelled

Crashing still into other atoms as they too

Came along

Some confessed they would be my father

Sisters and brothers

But what pinned me and held me transfixed the most

Was that golden moment

Lost among that purple and hue

When a shimmering colourful cloud whispered

Before it too passed by

Like an unearthly ghost

I will be sent forward

Just for you

Forever to be your only true lover

My name is irrelevant for we will be reunited

Over the aeons

Again and again

For we are translucent beings of immortality

And in that moment of magical clarity

I knew I had found all the answers

To all my questions as she too drifted by

Flickering like a wind-blown flame

Towards a glowing light, I could not name

We are but pawns in the Greatest of all Games

But given a supreme supporting cast

Which acts as our deposit or bond

To help love and guide us  

Whilst alive

And running around in its many diverse classes

For as long as the Greatest of all Games  

Lasts

And then into  

The Great Beyond

(C)  

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