Channelling Kurt Donald Cobain
Sunday, April 9, 2023
Channelling Kurt Donald Cobain
Channelling Kurt Donald Cobain
Saturday, April 8, 2023
The Voice at Easter Speaking Through Time
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Happy Easter. Salute.
If only we had understood the justifications
I wouldn't be composing these stanzas here in old Jerusalem
If only we had realized all those painful tragic answers to come
We would have stopped them from happening
And took no chances at the very beginning
If only we knew this day filled with darkness would be returning
We would have tried to stop it before our hearts started burning
But we never saw it coming and never disputed your stories saying so
Of which there was plenty
We believed we were to be together forever
To walk hand in hand in all weathers
We never felt deserted even though it felt you were always away
Praying or preaching
But in the process of living
Our hearts gave up and cried
When nailed on that wooden cross before us
All the hopes of forgiveness and absolution
Just looked us in the eyes
Smiled
Stopped breathing and quietly died
As we placed you in the tomb with Joseph and rolled forth that heavy stone
It felt to some as though we'd never met
As they wept
But to us who really knew you
Our hearts could never forget
And as I watched some cry and express hate for our Lord's fate
I too despised what I'd become
I wished I'd had found more time to be with you
To learn more
All sad tokens of introspection as I laid you in that tomb
I thought like many others
You were taken from us and sent so far away
But the rumors circulating say you've risen
Oh, how happy we all are that you've escaped death's cold prison
We all remembered when you said you wouldn't leave
That if in me, you do believe
And if we didn't
What would this world be like
If you wouldn't in our hearts still be living
Well, that's now all in the past as we gather here on this beautiful Sunday
To pray in these moments for the forgiveness of all our earthly sins
In this hidden backroom here in Jerusalem
To fall in love with Faith once more
Now you've risen from the tomb
A dark place where we left you a few days ago
To lay all alone
We can only pray the world of the future see the truth
For to truly believe you don't need any proof
For faith is a delicate thing
Don't just look for it in well-written books or scripture
Don't look for it at night or during the day
Don't let it weep and recede or wither and just walk away
Just believe in something greater
It's how he'll find you and reintroduce you to your maker
For as Nicodemus was once asked.
"How can a man be born when he is old?"
"Surely he cannot enter a second time into his mother's womb to be born!"
You answered,
"I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit.
Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit."
So to all you readers who may read this in the near future
Just listen for the Almighty's great voice and with faith in something greater
You'll know in your heart it's him
If you're just open to hearing it
After praying and then whispering
Amen
Copyright John Duffy
Thursday, April 6, 2023
From the Mount of Olives to Via Dolorosa.
Are you ready to walk within my deep dreams?
Let us begin.
I was stood somewhere up high in a magnificent luscious garden, and as the daylight slowly receded.
I saw a band of say,12 men gradually approaching.
All adorned in white robes of some sorts.
With the shimmering stars, lighting up the grey skies as their escorting heavenly consorts.
They were all a short distance away and never saw me watching, hidden behind a green olive grove.
As I carefully stared, I felt as if one of them knew I was there.
Hidden from sight, but still, he knew.
As I watched, he seemed to speak to the group clad in white and left.
Walking purposefully towards me.
With a subtle sense of supernatural power and a movement, that spoke of effortless control.
He seemed to be mouthing something I could not hear.
To the now dark ominous skies hovering above him.
Which seemed to crackle with electric energy and authority as though replying.
As I watched.
Looking down the hill past his followers.
A multitude of flickering yellow lights seemed to be parading up the now black curving pathway.
Like a mythical glow-worm.
Something so incredible and strange, I just knew this dream was way above the norm.
A deep compulsion to warn the figure who I now recognized as Jesus, washed over me, but before I could speak.
He raised his finger to his lips and seemed to send me a message telepathically.
That made all my energies redundant and weak.
It is ok, John.
I know what is to come and the price I must pay.
Be silent as my eternal friends now sleep, for a short while at least.
Before the storm which is to come starting tonight. Coming from the East.
For they do not know the price I have to pay, or could ever have the capacity to understand.
My journey to Golgotha isn't the end, but also a new beginning for all living things.
I will see you again in my Fathers Great Kingdom when, unfortunately, you too will eventually wear one of Death's black wedding rings.
You have simply stumbled upon one of humanity's old memories.
Iconic moments which are constantly replayed for the curious to find, and to appreciate for themselves.
I have seen this memory written down in so many old black leather-bound books, and one thing they all seem to miss; is this.
Can you write this visit down for me, for the few to see if they too find their way here like you?
For there's still a secret here to find in these deep dreams, as they too wander through these wet mists.
You see when the Temple guards took me from here.
In the Garden of Gethsemane.
As I was led away after that kiss, from you know who - who I forgave, of course.
I walked away with them smiling, for I knew.
I knew humanity would finally have a chance at salvation.
This flux around us is shimmering but it will hold.
Stay with me for a few more moments, as I speak of humanity's chance of redemption.
And then he broke eye contact and returned to his sleeping disciples.
Who awoke as the loud battalion of Temple men arrived.
Judas Iscariot kissed him and called him, Rabbi, as I looked on.
The figure who just spoke to me, now arrested. Walked down the hill.
Looking straight forward and glowing with such a beautiful beaming smile, that must have stood out for a country mile.
The one where true untainted happiness cannot be hidden.
A child's smile.
A Son of God smile.
The last message I received as I lost the ethereal dream state was simply this.
Fear not, I will survive for soon passage for all can never be denied.
As he slowly disappeared into the darkness and walked to his already foretold wake.
Trailed by some strong-looking men holding lit torches, and men in white robes. Following screaming and crying.
With white doves watching the scene below as they stopped flying.
He spoke again.
I willingly go to die, so that all of humanity could have their sins forgiven, and receive endless life.
If in me they do believe.
So that broken relationships with God can be restored.
And Atonement can be known and acknowledged in every moment.
And then I awoke in a cold sweat.
Rather a strange dream to recollect.
I can still see all those figures in white walking up that winding pathway.
And always hear that so soothing voice before they all walked to the Way of Sorrows.
Did my imagination conjure it up, or did I stumble into one of humanity's hidden time loops?
All questions for a reflective Easter weekend like today, whilst sipping Merlot and bathing in the sunshine of life.
Have a great time wherever you are.
I hope you are free and not suffering from any struggles or strife.
Remember, you now belong to two strange worlds.
One of this mortal life, and one of forgiveness where there is no night.
Salute and Happy Easter.
Copyright John Duffy
The Fan from Elsewhere
Foundation of the piece.
Logline
Is the true cost of fame worth the unspoken truth of celebrity status?
We all must know at least one celebrity from one platform, who crossed over after shaking Fame's seductive hard.
From music, art, film and literature.
The many doors which open, also has tables like ones in The Banquet of the Gods.
Spilling with all known temptations.
Light and dark.
(A lone voice whispers)
Under an old wooden White Cross
Stood smiling
In a field
Full of rolling weeds and green moss
Clutching a white rose
With capricious eyes, that whispered
Come across
To me
I saw her
Standing all the way back
As I drank in the scene
Like a radiant goddess
From The Great In-Between
Sat in the fourth row
Watching
One of our favorite new cinematic greats
In our interconnected news feed
Called
Life's Great Picture Shows
And like a new Marilyn Monroe
The new Love Parade Face
Of Gucci
This new star of the moment
Radiated such intense subliminal beauty
But what many didn't know
Her family and friends
And all those others we see
Who pretend
We
The Silent Ghostly Watchers
Ancestors
Old dead lovers
And otherworldly fans
Spirits like me
Scrutinizing her movie
Know
Her innate talents will soon send her
Where the Starlinks fly
Up to The High Places
Where all Real-Time Dreamers
Go
After they've been partying with pure white ...snow
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Wednesday, April 5, 2023
Whispers in a Dream
(A lone voice speaks)
ln life
You
Yes
You
Like all mortals
Like I once was
Will lose everything you truly adore
With the final cut of one of The Six Fates'
By Thanatos's sharp knife
Them being
Father
Mother
Son
Daughter
Sister
Brother
As your life runs
All else in between
Can be fixed
But that quick or slow cut
To one of The Six
Can be the first of many arrows
Loosed hails
From the fiery bows of Exanimationes Incidamus
Released to irritate us
So we know the bitter taste of loss
And how painfully rigid that path is
For one is doomed to go falling and climbing
Mixed emotions precarious stairs
But fear not
Resist never
For that stairs always leads home
To accepting
Loss is just one of life's
Cornerstones
Everything has a sell-by date
All of us
Before we too
Turn to dust
Want to know a secret how the circumvent some of that pain
Love them even harder
The Six Fates
Father
Mother
Son
Daughter
Sister
Brother
If you have six
Create great lasting memories
A legacy filled with such personal stories
For they will be a shield and sword to battle grief
For some cathartic relief
For one day
Exanimationes Incidamus
With his green quilted bow in tow
Will suddenly open up that door
This you can trust
So fire can flush out of every window
Of your inner house with
a huge force
Followed by the call of a thousand trumpets
To compel one to be left
With too little
As you seem to lose your way
Without a compass
And hide away from the world
In your own holy fallout shelter
In your Inner Delta
Where you'll sit and remember
Your life's gift of promise
Forever
Your
Strength
Defender
And
Saviors
Have gone
For sometimes when Death
Thanatos
Comes calling and places his Black Veil lovingly on the Chosen
To then lead them away
Spiritually by the hand
Dressed in His midnight suit
Black with a white tie
As their physical body slumps
As they die
Know this
Their spirit
As it leaves that now empty husk
Looks for you
One last time
And prays
With pleading eyes
You'll one day be reunited
Somewhere
In Eternities
Fast swirling dust
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(Exanimationes Incidamus. Latin for Depression.)
Monday, April 3, 2023
Salvatoro's' Vision
(A lone voice whispers)
Are you being brainwashed
And exquisitely influenced
By The Relentless Mixed
Outcasts who took sides
In the Great Rebellion of Angels
To play unholy tricks
Does your psychic reflection
Show true angels
Your spiritual strengths or stagnation
Or are you just spiritually
Bereft
Doomed
And it's why you race through lifes mists
In an infinite quest
Of self-interest
Not helping others
Expressing kindness
But
Wavering a purple
Look at Me
Or blue
I Believe and Accept
The Narrative Flag
Like a Bannerman of House Pinterest
But be careful though
Those
Spiritually bereft
Those halfway souls are eternally fluctuating
Like cheap yellow silk scarfs in the hot Acheron Winds
When their Great Bell chimes
Neither in The Great Pit nor out of it
Cowards instead
Residing on the shores
Of the River of Woe
In the Land of the Dead
Watching Brother Charon ferrying lost souls
Across to Hell
To meet
Mister
You Know
Those Neither Ones
The neutrals in life
Who sat on the fence
And never gave two cents
Watching the world implode and burn
All around them
Without a care in the world
The Bannermen
Condemned and
Hypnotized by the visual barbiturate
Of Social Media or House Self Interest
Soon to sit shackled to the crawling sand banks of strange insects
Beside The River of Woe
By its ever-moving sand dunes
Crawling with opening and closing
Misshapen hands
Loathsome souls and sinners'
Awashed with ever-flowing sweat and wet tears
That flows down their skin
As the ever-watching Crow Men
With golden eyes
Ablaze
Armed with fiery black pitchforks
Creep in
Forever smiling
As The Only Ferry in town
Passes by
Filled with sad passengers
Soon to worship loneliness
Soon to cry
With the lone drum beats of Urtication
Starts
To instill a new consciousness
In their endless trials of Antipathy of Corruption and Degradation
Like a hot spear
To the heart
This I've seen
It's such a living masterpiece of manifestation
A divine work of art
So
Do more
Be more
Or you could be on the ferry with Brother Charon
On stuck
Watching forever
In the sandy dunes
Crawling with the beasts of Hell's long night
Where the misshapen hands live to run
As you regret things
You should have said
Or done
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Sunday, April 2, 2023
Voices in the Night
(A lone voice whispers)
My only love
May you remember me
As I soar
With a heart that gleams
Like a rare Atlantis diamond
My love
Even though separated
By this Great In-Between
Which for you
Alone in my incredible memories cathedrals
Alabaster halls
I still scream for
I know one glorious day
We'll be together again
For I'll climb all known or unknown mountains
To find you
For a new start
To ask even the highest gods and goddesses
The Elementals of the Universe
Why we were so tragically torn apart
Swim the Black Rivers of Golgotha
Filled with pink shoals of ravenous piranha
To reach the edges of Sheol or Nirvana
Death might have taken me so strongly
Extinguished my lit candle
So wrongly
But Love exists forever
When found
Lives on with delight Into the longest of dark nights
Even if one walks on Heaven's high ground
Or underground in Hell
Or just stuck in-between
By an occult spell
Fate might have led me to stand on these grey ash-filled shores of Death
I may now sing
Poetic lullabies
Lost in The Second Kingdom
To the watching
Gathered in revolving circles
Lost souls
Where
With time
There comes
Judgment then freedom
Molded to rise up to Heaven
So here
O Sacred Muse
I'll wait in your memories gardens
Since
I am yours
A true love story
Standing alone on these
Yellow shores
Waiting by Purgatorio
Black ornate gates
For you to arrive
The only woman I loved
When I was
Once alive
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Saturday, April 1, 2023
The Tale of The Penitent Man
(A lone voice whispers. Looking skywards.)
Oh, my old love of anything linked to emotional heresy
Do you still miss me
You
Regal deceptive beauty and queen of all tempestuous ecstasy
Who guided me by sinful blindness and fornication
To be my own worst enemy
In a deep physical need for things of physical substance and for sexual security
Bound to one
Or two persons
In greed
And that's why I was deplorably cursed
To wander lost
Until The High Trinity in Unity
Told me
Dost Thou in our presence
Abide by our sacred ways
To in penitence
Rise with morning praise
Recant
And burn out
All your old sinful heresy
So we can rejoice
And reign in Thee
Num sigillum nostrum ad sanandum accipis?
(Will you accept our seal to heal?)
Now as I hear angelic anthems
Awakened in the sanctity of forever silence
Enriched with gifts of piety for clarity
I cry
Oh Hear Me
Thou Almighty Kings
Hear my praises
Each morning as
I rise
Before sunrise
To kneel and sing
For heresy is a dangerous red and golden ring
To wear
So I swear
Fealty
And whisper
In the low hours
Praise be to The High Trinity in Unity
All heavenly hosts
For welcoming me into their blessed community
To commune for purification with
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Foundation of the piece.
I recently met a once-broken man, who found his salvation in a new found faith.
Salute.
Thursday, March 30, 2023
Friday Inspiration
Sometimes in Life when things appear unreachable
When the dark clouds of despair takes us, and we sometimes will it
To lead us into the Dark
Because we feel totally lost and unteachable
Sometimes
Belief in our own innate powers of self-recovery through strength
Faith, determination, knowledge, and conviction
Can help to lead us back into the Light
Away from dark thoughts and a self eventual
Crucifixion
Believe in yourself
That inner voice always cries
You can create miracles.
The foundation of the piece is based on faith.
A belief that whatever your religion, as long as you have faith.
You'll never walk alone.
Salute.
(A lone voice whispers)
Smile and in those loving eyes
I am reborn
So
Faith Hope and Charity can reach so deep inside
To break the chains of a weary heart
A sacred truth I now know
For
You welcome me like the early morning lights
A Spirit
Always standing strong
At the center of my life
My guardian and precious keeper of my lonely soul
Indomitable and so easy to find
With Faith renewed
I'll face the world knowing that smiling reflection
From within my shiny bathroom mirror
I know is you
Watching and protecting as I grow spiritually
To always try to
Push through
Copyright John Duffy
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Wednesday, March 29, 2023
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