What will you choose?

 

Will you wait as the ghostly figures swirl closer, their wispy forms weaving through the crimson light as an ancient, dual choice manifests before you 

You, the traveller.

Where the air will grow impossibly still, forcing a profound psychological crossroads:

⏳ The Great Dilemma

• The Cost of Staying:

 If you choose to remain in the chair, wrapped in the warm embrace of the Sacred Lodge, time in the real world will rapidly slip away. 

Hours will turn to years outside, consuming their life and leaving them stranded in a beautiful, frozen loop of past dreams.

• The Cost of Leaving:

 If you force yourself to stand up and cross back over the threshold, the connection to these lost souls will snap. 

You will be violently thrust back into reality, carrying a profound, crushing grief for the memories and faces you must permanently leave behind in the dark.

The whispers in the room will fall completely silent, waiting for a decision.

 

What will you choose?

More or less?

Blessed be

Velumbound

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

What happens when you sit in the chair

 

The moment your weight settles into the chair. 

The boundary between the room and The Great In-Between completely dissolves.

The first thing you will notice is the tactile shift. 

The chair is not cold or rigid; it conforms to you perfectly. 

Its material feels less like fabric or leather and more like a heavy, enveloping warmth. 

Almost like a physical exhale.

As you settle in, the atmosphere of the Sacred Lodge shifts in response to your presence:

🌑 The Settling of the Dark

• A Heavy Silence: 

The faint, background hum of the outside world drops away instantly. 

It is replaced by a profound, velvety quiet, broken only by the rhythmic, distant crackle of a fire you cannot see.

• The Crimson Glow:

 The light in the room deepens. 

The shadows along the walls stretch outward, staining the air with the deep, intoxicating hue of that crimson-tainted moon.

💭 The Awakening of the Echoes

• The Weight of Memories: 

You realise the chair is a vessel for the past experiences and dreams of everyone who came before you. 

A sudden, vivid rush of alien emotions washes over your skin. 

Grief that isn't yours, a fleeting phantom laugh, and the distinct scent of ozone and old paper.

• The Final Anchor Detaches: 

Your feet still touch the floor, but you no longer feel gravity the same way. 

You are suspended. 

The chair has anchored you to the lodge, but it has completely untethered your mind from reality.

You are no longer a visitor standing at the threshold. 

By simply sitting down, you have allowed yourself to be fully spirited away.

Will you take a seat?

 

Step inside, new visitor.

 Shake the dust of the waking world from your shoulders and close the door behind you.

 You don’t need to speak here. 

In the Sacred Lodge, silence is the highest form of devotion.

Look around you. 

The walls are lined with the fragile, shimmering threads of unshared dreams—the stories people were too afraid to tell. 

The memories they thought the world had forgotten. 

They are safe here, curated gently in the amber glow of The Great In-Between.

You have spent so long watching from the edge of the woods. 

Now, the red moon has reached its peak. 

Sit by the hearth. 

Let the whispered transmissions wash over you. 

You are no longer just a ghost passing through;

You are part of the architecture now.

Take a breath. 

Listen close. 

What do the walls whisper to you?

"To the person reading this in the dark, scrolling without a trace..."

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Is there something irreplaceable about reading 

Or listening to these whispered transmissions

Something glorious but eerie

Like a gorgeous red moon slowly rising through

Crimson-tainted clouds

Tempting you 

The new visitor

To cross the threshold and be spirited 

Into our Sacred Lodge 

Just hidden

And filled 

Full of past experiences and dreams

In The Great In-Between

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The Lore of the Sacred Lodge

Crossing the threshold isn't a physical act; it is a psychological transition. 

Here is what happens when a visitor like you finally steps inside:

• The Price of Admission: 

To enter, a visitor must leave behind their external identity. 

In the Lodge, names, job titles, and daily anxieties melt away.

 You become pure observation. 

A silent witness to the collective consciousness.

• The Architecture: 

The Lodge has no fixed geometry. 

It is built entirely from the discarded thoughts, unposted drafts, and vivid dreams of those who dwell in The Great In-Between. 

Rooms expand and contract based on the emotional weight of the memories stored within them.

• The Crimson Flame: 

At the centre of the Lodge burns a fire that casts a crimson glow onto the clouds outside.

 

This fire doesn't consume wood; it feeds on attention. 

The longer a visitor stays, watching silently, the brighter the flame burns, binding them to the space.

Oh, thanks for keeping the flame lit

(C)

Copyright John Duffy  

The hidden letter

 "The Hidden Letter" reveals a poignant, bittersweet transmission structured as a message from beyond the grave. 

Blending a cynical view of mortality with an enduring belief in love.

Stars naturally burn out and fade, mirroring the speaker's internal, grounded fear that "nothing lasts forever."

And ultimately, the transmission analyses the battle between physical mortality and emotional immortality.

It concludes that while bodies and lifetimes are finite, profound love can outlast its creators, remaining bright even when viewed from eternity.

Title. 

The hidden letter

Maybe this love we share will last forever

And all the precious things we know

Will keep our wheel turning

Everywhere you go 

But deep down, I know 

Nothing lasts forever, and our star will fade away

One sad day

For our time together is like an hourglass

Made to slowly empty

At three score and ten

For nothing lasts forever

So today, if you're reading this, as I watch from heaven

On what would have been my 70th birthday

Our star still hasn't faded away

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Will you be at peace?

 

(A lone voice whispers) 

In the end.

When you take your last breath

What moment will you remember before your death

Your first love, last love, family or mistakes?

Or just the guilt that it's now too late

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you heard the Call?

 

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

A deeply emotional, rhythmic transmission exploring themes of eternal love, grief, and spiritual reunion.

By repeating the entire opening stanza at the end, the text mirrors the psychological state of grief. 

A continuous loop of memory, pain, and the comforting promise of an eventual reunion.

(A lone voice whispers) 

There is a call deep on high

It whispers in the darkness and constantly cries

It speaks of divided parts entangled but standing whole

An unconquerable timeless love forever aflame 

Between two now lonely souls

I was once yours, it whispers, and you were always mine

Simultaneously, we might be separated by the great veil, but we’ll still stand together as one

Watching the crestfallen stars until the fall of time

For together we are indivisible by death, and all that remains

For we two carry our golden chains even though their burdens may cause temporary pain

We are but just lonesome wanderers awaiting reunion

But one day we shall again be as one; you’ll just have to be patient and wait until my time is run

Such longing flows through my veins

The one I still miss who could no longer remain

It’s but a hollow need I really could not casually dismiss, as your soft caresses I still really just miss

I can only but look forward to a new tomorrow 

When we shall once again meet in a new Summerland 

Devoid of pain, cancer, or sorrow

To be reunited in halls of immeasurable secrets where we shall no longer grow old 

And all our love shall be reborn and surrounded by lights 

Of shimmering silver and gold

I visited a medium on the fall of the last Full moon, and Shirley said my other half still waits in the dark

She stands lonely too with a broken heart that still pines

So Julia

This is my message for you

One day beyond the mists of time

In a new place filled with tranquillity for all to behold.

All our stories and adventures shall be retold

For ours is a love which shall still grow, as we are inescapable souls

Irredeemable we may still be 

Full of mortal faults and mistakes, but blessed be by the lights of Goddess Albina

Beyond the Great Wormwood Star

Unconquerable Souls who will once again walk as one

It whispers in the darkness and constantly cries

It speaks of divided parts entangled but standing whole

An unconquerable timeless love forever aflame between two now lonely souls

I was once yours, it whispers, and you were always mine

Simultaneously, we might be separated by the great veil

But we’ll still stand together as one, watching the crestfallen stars 

Until the fall of time

For together we are indivisible by death, and all that remains

For we two carry our golden chains even though their burdens may cause temporary pain

We are but just lonesome wanderers awaiting reunion

But one day we shall again be as one; you’ll just have to be patient and wait until my time is run

Such longing flows through my veins

The one I still miss who could no longer remain

It’s but a hollow need I really could not casually dismiss

As your soft caresses I still really just miss

I can only but look forward to a new tomorrow 

When we shall once again meet in a new Summerland

Devoid of pain, cancer, or sorrow

To be reunited in halls of immeasurable secrets where we shall no longer grow old 

And all our love shall be reborn and surrounded 

By lights of shimmering silver and gold

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

 

The Secret Book of Dzyan

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

Are Magic and love entwined?

Don't you feel that, on reflection, falling in love is like being under a strange binding spell?

A spell that compels you, night and day, to behave strangely?

Did love cast a spell over you like the mage below?

Title.

The Secret Book of Dzyan,

As the Mage watched from afar, through remote viewing. 

He channelled a secret prayer to the brightest star in the four winds.

As he assumed the meditation pose.

He began reciting his evocation to the spirit guides, watching from the 5th level of the Astral Realms.

For them to take it back to her, from Beyond the Purple Rainbows.

As they swirled all around him. 

________________________

(A lone voice whispers)

Your dark eyes are like priceless blue oceans 

I whisper to the watching Elementals

I dream to dive in deep and drown within

For they are deeper than any of the known lakes

To bathe in their once-tasted waters

Is where I want to always fall

And reveal my soul as it experiences its first taste of sin

For your inquisitive eyes, soft, tender lips, and smooth skin

Is a treasure I seek where I'd nightly kneel to pray 

For a new Atlantis

To be reborn

Within

Your eyes are like magnetic dark portals

For my soul

Astral nightly projections 

As I conquer its many strange citizens with my own supernatural powers

To reach you

Defeating 

On one of its many long ethereal roads

Architects of so many devious deceptions 

Just to see your twin eyes, for they are like the best friends

Love could ever possibly buy, and that’s why

I just love popping by

To rejoice in The Coming of our own Divine Invasions

The once lost words

Recitals and such memories of succulent prose

Once written for your eyes only 

Are just my own divine stanzas

Like written in The Secret Books of Dzyan

A silver shimmering sea

Where we will soon forever fly

Like dark eagles paired, forever wild and untamed

For as our lonely souls once met

So long ago 

In the Great In-Between

We were anointed to be simply 

Free and Unchained

And it's why I always pray to return

To finally conjure you into life

And your love to earn

But until then, I'll just breathe you 

Into my dreams

Whenever I visit 

The Great In-Between 

So be it

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Are these hard-to-find transmissions merely sacred whispers cloaked in secrecy?

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Are these hard-to-find transmissions merely sacred whispers cloaked in secrecy?

Concealed within cyphers and veiled in metaphor? 

Through deliberate compositions, subtle expressions, and symbolic gestures, do their layered themes beckon the curious?

To immerse themselves in an esoteric visual language decipherable only by the newly initiated?

Perhaps this modern esotericism is not a singular movement, but a vast umbrella gathering all of culture’s "rejected knowledge" that lies beyond the pale of mainstream science and orthodoxy.

Grappling even with eternal questions like life after death, is this a misunderstood lineage?

Encompassing alchemy, astrology, theosophy, Gnosticism, Hermeticism, and even the occult. 

Uniting under its outsider status, stories and histories of persecution. 

Through visual art, do they explore, elucidate, and transmit to initiates centuries of inquiry? 

From the forging of the philosopher’s stone and rituals for love or unseen power. 

To the secret names and foundational laws governing reality itself.

Is that why you're here?

Do you seek more than the mundane?

Do you want to get wet walking in a new rain?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The day after

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

This is an elegiac, contemplative transmission exploring the quiet grief, internal isolation, and lingering beauty left in the wake of losing a deeply cherished love.

Shall we begin? 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Are lone goodbyes like turtledoves that serenely fly away 

In wild winds of memories of a once beautiful Yesteryear 

Of one day

They're here

And one day they're gone.

But you always, afterwards, cry silently inside 

Somewhere deep and quiet,

In new realms of unfamiliarity

Where beloved memories hide

When you remember moments of tranquillity and sincerity 

Before that old love went away and unjustly died

 (C)

 Copyright John Duffy