Philosophy of Ascension

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(A lone voice whispers)

In this life

What you choose to let others feel

By practicing these three key major principles linked to love

Care

Understanding and

gratitude

Can be the difference between appearing fake with a pious platitude

Or being real

Don't let indifference steal what could help you

Or someone else heal

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Copyright John Duffy 

Foundation.

“Let all that you do be done in love.” — 1 Corinthians 16:14

A spectacular quote if one praises the lid off 

Love doesn't always relate to romance, but can reflect similar attributes.

Such as care, understanding, and gratitude.

1. Care.

Sometimes, doing something for someone or an institution because we choose to.

And

2. Understand 

By doing so: we are possibly helping them and more so,

We can embrace 

3. Gratitude

Because we like the sensations we receive silently, by sharing our light. Through inward acknowledgment.

Wouldn't a mindset like that help one to ascend?

(A "pious platitude" refers to insincere or empty talk about religion or morals, often used to appear virtuous or moral without genuine conviction. Source. Google)

Redemption

(A lone voice whispers)

If only they, today, embrace this whole poem 

Just like the Seal once broken long ago in Golgotha 

We all have a way home if we realize as a society 

That old control is over, and we all have the chance to follow the old words 

Once given to Noah

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And from each human being, too, I will demand an accounting for the life of another human being.

 Whoever sheds human blood,

    by humans shall their blood be shed;

for in the image of God

    has God made mankind.

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Validation

 

Validation

(A lone voice whispers)

Are there two types of characters in this world 

To be seen 

Ranging through love 

To business, and everything else in-between 

Those who do take risks, and those who hate taking chances, and making mistakes 

Which one are you?

A.

 A risk-taker 

Or

B. 

An idolater of stepping on the brakes 

For sometimes, 

Is it better to have known something 

Briefly 

That might have had real potential, to be truly special 

Or would you rather linger lost

Forever

Taunted 

By self-doubts, many whispering, red devils

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Foundation.

Would you rather be haunted by self-doubts, about taking chances?

With introspection?

Like an idolater who worships, stepping on the brakes?

Or are you courageous enough to take chances, and risk all, on something special.

With a high chance of making mistakes?

To never be lost, forever taunted 

By self-doubts, many whispering red devils

Who'll appear right out of the minds, many gates?

(If you're reading this far, you must be a type A.

You have my Validation of being a risk-taker.

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The Tempter

 The Tempter

(A seductive voice, smiles as it looks over New York. While the sun rises)

So my old record plays

As the early morning mists slowly 

Drift in 

And herald the new dawn of those beguiled by sin

The politicians 

Government's 

People

Lovers and haters

Oh, how the air is rich

With such irreducible tension

As they all wander around with delicious apprehension 

Gossipping 

Feeling self important and all the while never knowing 

They've been all bewitched 

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Foundation.

With global wars, politics and tensions worldwide, on many levels.

Has the power of influence shifted slightly to the other side, in the spiritual game of freewill 

Between two immortal powers?

Can you feel the world slowly getting darker?

Who's your hidden or known muse?

 Who's your hidden or known muse?

(A lone voice whispers)

Dare you name them, or are they just fleeting memories or impressions?

For muses come in many forms, and this relates to all those emotional tributaries.

You consciously or unconsciously carry.

In mental interdimensional abstracts

Which waits patiently to flow rapidly, only to make you perspire when you dream. 

From fear, love, and all things broken, in-between 

Do they all stand knee-deep, huddled together in small circles 

In quiet conversations

Until you dream?

Then agree which one will enter your mind-eyes, fast-flowing streams.

To interact, maybe inspire and be seen?

And recount whatever was said and shown, within that small conversational, huddled circles

As they all gathered together for the days grand rehearsal 

Before greeting you at night

In the deep recesses of your mind 

As so many others watch

Viewers forever with you

Living in The Black and White Lodge 

Waiting for their turn to cross over 

From their own compartmentalized tombs

To be the new muse

Standing with you

In silence 

Waiting for interaction 

Within your Amygdala's darkened red rooms

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Have you fallen into the oldest of traps, before?

 

Have you fallen into the oldest of traps, before?

(A lone voice whispers)

Be Illuminated.

Don't be like the many and fall into a readers' mindset, and believe everything you read is true.

Be sophisticated and ingenious.

And when reading poetry, be conveniently adventurous.

Don't always think it personally relates to the author:

For that trap is the oldest of the old. 

Going back to poetry's first beginnings.

Poets do sometimes relate their stories to be told, but generally, perhaps:

They're just creating secret escapes.

Imagery, emotions and landscapes, for those seeking shelter.

From the cold, unforgiving, light of living.

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Copyright John Duffy 

 

Unity

 

Foundation.

Some say to truly embrace someone, you have to know all their everything, to help build something.

The hidden and the openly seen.

Did you look deeper than what's openly seen before falling in love?

Title
Unity

(A lone voice whispers)

Like the wind
I pray to caress the inner recesses

Where the light can never seem to reach

To breach the fortresses hidden beneath your skin

Piece your soul
With one only goal

Togetherness
In the mess

Whatever this life
Brings us

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The Ballad of The Lucky Man

 

 

The Ballad of the Lucky Man

She visited me at 15

Like an untasted maelstrom of tempestuous emotions

She whispered like a midnight seductress

So mysterious and so enchanting

She stole my youth away

She dissolved my loneliness

And we were as one

She disappeared at 16

She came to me at 18

A revisit I simply adored

Like old friends

We held hands

And we strolled through life happy and carefree

Together, I wished for ever more

Her and just me

She left me at twenty

She came to me again at 27

So fulfilling and welcoming

We embraced the dark nights together

I now no longer needed to fight

She stayed

We sang our symphonies together, Our plights forgotten 

She still held my hands

No more alone

She still whispered my name

In mysterious dark dreams

This beauty I speak of

From realms unseen

Some know her as Aphrodite

The Goddess of your Dreams

I simply knew her as Love

My beautiful Queen

We still met in ever-changing routines

We still stumbled and fell

But still, she stayed

And loved all that I am

Through Heavens elations and Hells unwelcomed relations

I met her at birth, this much she whispered

She looked deep into my eyes as I entered the world

She murmured my name as I begged for air

She told me a sacred truth

Love sees you no matter your gender

Status or skin

She always returns to lead you into or out of sin

Just open your heart

And she will always come in

I am now an old man

And as I lay on my bed

As I look at my life as I near the end

Love still is beside me as she looks in my eyes

She said

Love stays forever and never really dies

She stroked my hair and murmured like a seductress well-fed

She'll visit me in the skies and once more we'll be wed

Our love will last forever and the angels will sing

We'll dance forever in heavenly moonlight

As we take over Celestial's dance floor

She bowed, kissed and whispered into my ear

We are eternal

So of this life

Do not cry if it ends

We will embrace so soon

Once more again

For you are my lover and my eternal friend

And as my heart starts to fade and my heart loses its strength

Inside I soar

For I know we'll be reunited again

I met her in Life on the day of my birth

She followed my adventures here on this earth

In heaven, we will soon sing

So as I leave this old life

I feel blessed to have been married to Love

My spiritual wife

As I transfer to the angelic realms

I hope to see her still holding my hands

Still looking deep into my eyes

For we still share life's wedding bands

Be lucky like me

For true love never dies

This is the Ballad of a Lucky Man

A man married to Love for all of his life

A man proud to have embraced her and called her his wife

And as I leave this message for you to read

All I wish for you

Is a sip Loves seductive mead

For loves a beauty

Beyond trouble and strife

I hope she visits you throughout all of your life

Someone to hold through all of life's mysterious dark nights

Someone to embrace on Loves many beaches

Someone to just love you

And always leave you speechless

So here I am

As angels beckon me to leave

Just remember 

Love will visit

You just have to believe

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The Angel called Evermore

 

The Angel called Evermore

An inspired dream I dreamt

In the distance she stood

A visceral beauty from empires unknown

Floating on a cloud of illuminating luminosity

Emanating serenity of the Almighty and Divine

A glorious incandescent everlasting flame of Universal Hope

As she gazed through her beautiful twinkling eyes and held mine

She whispered in soft dulcet tones as the translucent grey smoke swirled

Keep the faith

Your brethren and you

For you earthly souls live for eternity

We await you in the Holy City

Where no-one cries and there is no pain

Enjoy this life

Your earthly reign

Embrace your dreams

Believe in the Powers of the Unseen

Embody your reflection

Make love and compassion your prime worldly companions

A secret I recount to you

A code to enter into our Celestial City

Sharing your inner flame has always been your plight

I am Evermore

A Redeemer of Light

I watch

Collate and reaffirm

I await you

And the brave and always welcome the infirm

Use my inspired words and seek to learn

Evermore

A deity from a Place Unsaid

Where we never die but always sing, loves symphonies and dance

Will you heed her words or go another path instead

She disappeared

Her flames lingered in the Astral Realms for a short while

A symbol of a place where no-one is ever reviled

Tales from the Astral Realms

Of majestic beings sending Inspiration and Light

Deities to heed throughout life's many carousels

As I awoke, I was still under her spell

Evermore

An angel's tale, I just had to tell

Are you too

Willing to embrace her spell

A wonderful embodiment of divinity

To always guide you and be one with the lights

An Angel called Evermore

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