As Above. So Below.

 A dash of Easter creativity .

A poem that reads down and then up.

A recent piece inspired my curiosity.

Salute.

Title:

As Above

So Below

You  

Remastering

Through

Rhymes 

words and

Poetry

Remember 

You

So 

Smile 

Spiritually!

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Astral Dreams

Astral Dreams

(A lone voice whispers)

Lost in the Ballard of Reading 

In the Darkness 

With the narrating

 

Well dressed

Lord Byron

I found a distressed Carol Ann Duffy

Wandering

Lonely 

In the Dark

And in that Dark Forest

As we held hands 

For safety 

As we wandered

In that strange astral park

We found a candlelit clearing 

And watched a

Edward Thomas

Dressed in blue

Propose to the stunning Gretel 

Dressed in white

Ivory 

As we hid

Hiding 

In the Darkness 

Watching that surreal scene

Like a candlelit priory

Like how 

The marriage was overlooked 

By the beautiful smiling

Louise Glück

In that deep gulf

With The Vampire called Conrad Aiken

Who many had tried 

To put a stake in

Dressed in red and black

And The Raven 

Edgar Allan Poe

And as my favourite dream faded 

Before I could see Thomas and Gretel

Conjugated

As time flowed  

I came to be lost

 

Suspended and swept up 

In a Storm of Fear 

Conjured up by the alchemist and magician

Robert Frost

Only to find my way home

Walking the rose petalled pathway

Only the broken can find

The one called Elkind

Etched and inscribed 

In the heartbroken blind

Recesses of the mind

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Do you remember a kiss that still haunts you to this very day, in moments of quiet introspection?

 

Do you remember a kiss that still haunts you to this very day, in moments of quiet introspection?

Title:

Scrying Mirror Dreams 

(A lone voice whispers)

I can subliminally feel 

All those sad fears

Rhythmically 

Swirling like sharpened kitchen knives

Within all my world old choices

Which still cuts me so deep

Like cold Tamahagane steel

Above all this new

Life's 

Now old noises

I can just see you 

Sitting there

In your darkened bedroom

Somewhere

Surrounded by your favourite red roses 

Dressed in that familiar soft white lace

With translucent tears

Running down 

Your beautiful face

Thinking of me

As a lone crone

In a faraway forest

In triumph 

Sings 

And rejoices

Overjoyed by her spells

Creating turmoil 

Through fake excuses and tragic surprises

In you

For

I know

It's not fair

What you're going through

But trust me

I'm going through it

Too

For 

This thing we once started

This inexplicable thing

This molten fire that still burns

 

Like it's taboo

Since we parted

Reaches so deep

Inside

I just can't sleep

Can't work

Can't recall

How many times

I've cried

Brokenhearted

For I remember

Those sweet salad days

Before our love

Died

And as we parted our ways

I always remember

Walking on the beach

With the girl next door

Who came to me

Unexpectedly

Like a serene gift 

From The Holy Sea

Gently fluttering by

To say hello

Like a rare beautiful Glasswing Butterfly

But now

We are 

But two 

Lost souls

With nowhere to go

Just wondering around

In familiar round circles

And looking into 

This purple haze

The very mouth of this black abyss

I see

Before me

Looking at the mistakes

We once made

In my obsidian scrying mirror

As our tarot cards 

Were first laid

When we first kissed

While we walked

Its tired pavements

In its maze

I pray and hope you still

Think of me

The ghost

Who still loves his beautiful rare Glasswing butterfly

From the Realms

Of The

Great In-Between

Sent to love you

To remind you

You're so special

An astral envoy

Sent like a 

Spiritual Kestrel

To inspire others 

Especially those

That suffer in silence

So turn that Southern Country music 

Up high

To drown out your world's violence 

For a light like yours

Must shine

And it's why

This old ghost

Can never say goodbye

For our old love story 

Lives beyond

The seas of that black abyss

Forever 

Spinning

In perpetual glory

In my old memories

Of our

First poetic kiss

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Sword of Damocles. Has yours fallen yet?

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(A lone voice whispers)

Is love 

Not money or power

The true incarnation of the Sword of Damocles

From Cicero

In history

For when it falls

Are you changed forever

By its sweet and dark mysteries 

While Brother Death and gathered Angels and Demons

Watch

And does

“Fall it must”

Be a prerequisite

For a sweet taste of much-needed happiness

Internal reconstruction and development 

To appear 

From the quietly blowing dust 

Of just living

So if you're lucky,

You'll find who

Your soulmate is

Even though it can be

Sometimes

So cold 

Sharp and 

Unforgiving 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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 

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)

Copyright John Duffy

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Whispers from The Dominions

 Title:

Whispers from The Dominions

By the occult powers of

The Sacred Circle and 

Meta-Square

Brimming Fire

Swimming Sea and precious

Stone

I 

The manifestation of Heavens

Sacred Magic

Now rightly 

Appear

Sent with shining spear

To knight those 

Who need help 

To atone

To return 

Home 

If their souls are splintered 

To the bone

Now in this moment

Send blessings

Before God calls them to The Great Harvest

For soon is the time of The Resurrectlon 

Of the world's greatest ever party

Be it in this your

Recalling 

In

Spring

Summer

Autumn  

Or your lifes 

Winter

The theme

To save you

And all the world's

Low level

Sinners

(C)

John Duffy 

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Memories of The Sixties

 

In this modern world of up tempo, boom boom music, does slow dancing, even exist anymore?

Can you remember your first slow dance?

Here's a made up piece to ponder on.

Salute.

Title:

Memories of The Sixties

(A lone voice whispers)

Like a soft tender whisper

I still miss her

My first true love

As I remember

That unforgettable

Christmas 

When she unlocked my virgin heart 

With her red key

When we slow danced

Like old lovers

To

Two Can Have A Party · 

By Tammi Terrell

In good old

MacVicker's

And I plucked up the courage

And kissed her

My old love

Lucy Fischer 

The poetess

Who made your heart beat quicker

And your soul flame

Flicker

My only sweet Peruvian

valley

And sacred temple

I once slow danced with

To

Two Can Have A Party · 

By Tammi Terrell

(C)

Copyright

John Duffy

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The Psychiatrist

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you write

For freedom

From boredom 

Or even sympathy

Simply to defeat

Apathy

People who experience traumatic events may sometimes develop apathy syndrome.

(indifference and emotional detachment)

As a means to further protect themselves mentally and prevent further distress. 

This is normally present in survivors of tragedies. 

And it can be part of post-traumatic stress disorder. 

Caused by emotions hard press. 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Life

As the Great Wheel Slowly turns

Be careful who you try to

Burn

For love 

Business 

Wealth

Or jealously

 

For in the end 

Those who behave 

So contemptuously

Will never know

The true power

Of kindness

Embedded

In their self-identity 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Have you ever wondered what Sin looks like in its corporeal form?

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Salute.

I had a dream last night,

Shall I guide you over its tantalising landscape?

Have you ever wondered what Sin looks like in its corporeal form?

Ever wondered what shape it will take?

Are you stalked by it?

Something strange beyond the norm? 

All these questions I perused before I retired to bed.

The feeling in the last few weeks, of being stalked by unseen eyes, was compelling.

Like I was been observed with sinful primordial orbs.

Here is the dream

____________

As I awoke within a dream

I was surrounded by swirling grey smoke

A strange sensation of someone watching 

Just hidden in the smog

And then a soft voice suddenly spoke

As it talked

A woman in a beautiful white dress appeared

From within the fog

She was quite beautiful and elegant and as she walked

A huge circle of slithering snakes suddenly appeared

Forming an undulating circle around her feet

The circle of snakes surrounding her ankles were probably only 3 feet away

From reaching her

And as she walked and met other strangers in my dream

The Voice still

Whispered

Watch

The circle got smaller and sometimes the snakes reached her feet and bit her ankles

She never felt it for she showed no emotional response

As the snakes struck from so many angles 

Then all the snakes seemed to swirl in a crazy frenzied undulation 

As if following the drumbeat of a strange conductor

Then the voice spoke

Again

The snake's, Jerome, represents Sin in all its many different forms

Of ruination 

Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and Sloth

The different coloured snakes and sizes represent the different levels of each sin 

I have mentioned 

The circle around you all 

Born on Earth 

Has always been three-feet 

And as you are tempted to do wrong immoral acts 

By people or things 

Linked to new experiences or sensations

The circle grows smaller and the snakes can then bite 

The person never feels it for this happens in the Aluna world

The spirit realm

Slowly poisoning your souls with temptations hypnotic nectar 

To then commit more wrongdoing 

Moving up to the next level of sin

As time passes Sin's poison slowly starts to corrupt the host 

As their spiritual barriers are corrupted and lowered 

The larger snakes suddenly appear like an unwelcomed ghost 

Now no longer separated by the circle of 3 feet 

And as I looked on 

A huge multicoloured python appeared in the mass of undulating creatures and looked right at me

Swaying left to right

And then disappeared where it came from

As it 

I could no longer see

What keeps them at bay

You may ask

Sin is everywhere in your world

It has corrupted so many and many do not even know 

As new evil intentions and emotions unfurl

The crescendo of the hidden drummer beat is so loud here on the other side 

And as we listen and watch

We see so many without a circle being bitten daily as their lives and others 

Are turned inside out and upside down 

Worldwide 

 

The numbers of the many with the huge snakes coiled around them are horrifying 

As we watch them creating such turmoil and pain to the world

 Shimmering before us

From the unknown to powerful men and women 

Who in turn seduces people

The scenery is always terrifying 

Especially 

Ordinary people 

Who when seduced by the corrupted many 

Are in turn programmed to get evil and judgemental 

Opening the dark doors to hatred and jealousy 

And so their circle also reduces

And Sin moves ever closer with new energy

To introduce the host to the old eternal adversary

Who's name

I'm not allowed 

To say

And so to answer that question

On your mind

What keeps them at bay

Well that's easy 

Faith kindness compassion and love are the only answers

For when you are born

The distance is always 3 feet

That is the Universal Law 

For

Your purity keeps them at bay

For you vibrate at a higher frequency 

But as you absorb the world as you slowly age and new people or experiences 

Come your way

The circle beyond the three feet comes alive

And Sin awakes and the Great Game begins

As the invisible Snakes

Start to sway

With

Temptation raising its seemingly soft hands and trying to garner your attention

Money Fame Sex and Power are its ultimate cards 

Which leads to seven of the most deadly sins 

Beyond your comprehension 

But you must vibrate at a lower frequency to enable Sin to get closer

And take over

But the higher the vibration 

The bigger the distance between Sin and the person

No one is pure though

Everyone sins and gets sometimes bitten

The trick 

If there is one 

Is to occasionally only get bitten by the smaller snakes before you do something dangerous

That your soul knows is simply forbidden 

Only Jesus was pure and never got bitten 

Even though the circle surrounding him was so huge

It looked like an ocean of undulating snakes of immense sizes and colours 

As we watched him battle evil from in here

Without a hint of fear

The voice stopped

So

Now as I looked at the lady in white

Before me

Who seemed to kneel and pray and the circle between her and the snakes

Suddenly grew larger 

Pushing the snakes back and seemed to quiet them down

She then embraced two new strangers with familiarity and emotional love 

Who smiled back as they embraced her

All their circles grew again

Pushing the sinful circle of undulating colourful strands of darkness

Further back

Well... I must be going

And as I looked

The voice took the form of an old lady and smiled as she disappeared into the swirling flux 

Along with the lady in white and the now sleeping throng of coloured snakes

Before the old lady disappeared, these were the last few lines we shared 

Which she said to recount for the inquisitive

If they ever appeared 

"When You all think of the world today

With the growing lack of kindness compassion love and faith

With the ever-growing darkness

Does it now make you wonder 

How many are now without a circle helping to separate them from sin’s 

Many hungry snakes

And now

How many have huge serpents

Coiled around their corrupted souls as they commit such unimaginable acts of atrocities 

When they are awake

World war could be on the horizon

Jealously

Racism 

Manufacturing of drugs to destroy people's purity

Trafficking of children

Wealth as control and so much more 

I cannot speak of 

But all things to blacken the soul

The world you live in now is awash in so much Sin.

And the voice stopped

So in closing

I wonder if you could see your own circle – how close would it be?

Would it be close enough for Sin to bite and how big could the serpents be?

There are so many levels of sin

All humanity sins

For only we 

The Blessed few are contacted to hear or see

For no one is truly pure

It is why He came 

So long ago.

As I leave

Sow kindness whenever you can. 

Compassion and gratitude, when possible. 

Help, when the time appears, and just send out love, when she seems needed,

The first thing I did when I woke was to pray.

Anything of a higher vibration to help to push the circle back.

She said to share this

So here it is

Someone, somewhere, might need to know this before their circle disappears and Sin swallows them whole and they are totally corrupted.

I hope I haven’t frightened you but sometimes some messages are needed to shock the system.

To help renew and build a new way 

To show evil 

Your resistance 

I hope you try to do some of the above I have mentioned

Vibrate Higher!

Sow kindness when you can. 

Compassion and gratitude, when possible. 

Help, when the time appears, and just send out love, when she seems needed, and above all

Keep up and strengthen your faith

Your friend who visits the other side for an occasional crazy ride

Jerome

(C)

Copyright John Duffy