Seduction

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

This is a direct reference to the well-known 1994 Christian book by John Bevere. 

In theology, "the bait of Satan" refers to offense and temptation—the spiritual traps or "lures" that captivate people and lead them into captivity or moral ruin. 

By comparing her "tricks" to this book, the transmission frames her allure not just as a physical attraction, but as a dangerous spiritual trap.

(A lone voice whispers)

The girl with the dark eyes

Her glinting eyes gleam with something so mysterious

Indiana Jones

Would be so damn curious 

For they emanate a magnetic energy

That soothes and radiates

Her deep country looks make single and married men salivate

Oh, how men rejoice 

When trapped with her tricks 

Like those used 

In The Bait of Satan 

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

Do you sometimes remember someone special?

 

Memories of Lucinda 

(A lone voice whispers)

There's a hidden secret room I go to 

In my cathedral of dreams

Whenever I sleep

Where a white candle burns

In The Great In-Between 

As Yesterday lives wild 

Fed on memories and crawls on my broken walls

While favourite ones stand up tall

And in amongst the grey clutches of Yesterday 

There in the middle

Amongst the cobwebs and ivy

The weeds and bits of creeping moss

Is my old shrine 

To all I've once lost

A long time ago 

As white as snow

But now grey

It shines and gleams

As Yesterday 

Crawls up the walls

Like a banshee 

Wearing a black shawl

In its centre

Made of now dull silver

On its table

Is a black and white picture left by Yesterday 

For me to remember

My only love 

Lost in December 

And as I pause

And Yesterday 

Feeding on memories 

Stops climbing the walls

I hear her sweet husky voice over the top of my beating heart

It breaches the weed-filled nooks and crannies

Cools my fast-flowing bloodstream 

       

Then in that moment, climbing through the atoms of that sparse air

Comes her perfume drifting 

From somewhere 

 

A much-loved fragrance from the past

Filled with sweet moments as I remember and prayed would last

Then Yesterday moves 

And the scent is gone

The voice disappears

And in that room of no living creature 

Where I sometimes appear

To remember 

Yesterday's memories 

Which I hold dear

That white candle burns

Brighter each year

On the 28 of December 

When I return to remember 

My beloved Lucinda 

Who I lost

One fatal day in winter

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Channelling Saint Nick

 

All I've ever wanted  

All my life  

Is to feel truly alive

Someone to love me

From early morning

To way past midnight

After a white winter

Christmas 

Sunrise

But like all things

Which shimmer

Evocatively

Like much converted

Gold

It's a dream

I still hold onto

Even now

As I grow

Slowly old

Where are you

Wherever you be

Will you ever find me

Before I cross over

God's golden countries

And swim in its purple

Seas

After my last Christmas Eve 

I once dreamed

An emancipated dream

Dreamed I'll be happy

To parade

For all to see

I was never young

But born

So very old

I've lived a lifetime

Out in the winter cold 

Where my memories

And poetic stories

Will be continuously retold

But it's a lonely

Life as I hear

The hooves of the

Track Master approaching

Who haunts all things

Which currently dances

To life's slow grooves

But I'm indomitable

And will face these last

Few centuries filled

With such grace

And when I see

The Almighty

I'll ask him face to face.

And say

Where was my

One and only

The one to hold

Me tightly

And kiss away

All those

Tears

Wherever I was

Sad and so lonely

On that cold sleigh 

Delivering presents on Christmas Day

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Dreams of the Silver City

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

(A lone voice whispers) 

I can still remember when we waited all night long 

Last October 

In winter

As a lone blackbird sang her early evening song

Sat holding hands 

Together

Before our time together 

Splintered 

Watching Luna ride her white chariot across the night sky

Sally

Your palliative nurse had dressed you in white and gold

Brushed your hair

Applied light makeup 

As a surprise 

For when you 

Woke up

We gazed for hours

In total silence, 

Looking deep into each other's eyes

Before we said our final goodbyes

Of only

I love you 

As your Midazolam eyes closed 

The hospice was cool and quiet

And the stars shone even brighter 

That moment

The twinkling lights in your brown eyes

Went out forever 

And you lay cold and high

Due to continuous subcutaneous infusion 

And in all that following confusion 

When I cried

Holding your soft hands

Finally 

Realising you had died

Swimming in and out of the clouds

Like grey smoke 

Came a noise

Like a deep voice 

That made me choke

It said

Don't cry for the dead

For in the seconds they say their final goodbyes 

They wake again

In a new place

Where there are no more hospital beds

And people no longer die from poverty 

Cruelty or bloodshed 

But meet old loved ones

Like newlyweds

So take this from me

The communal processing officer of the now dead

Those that pass wait blessed by God's Head and with family and friends

In a Silver City that never ends

So dream easy

Stop crying

For those now dead or soon to be dying 

In dreams they can soon visit from the Great In-Between 

Then the voice stopped as a shooting star shot across the now black sky

I asked Sally if she heard that voice or noise 

She looked intensely at me for a moment 

In that now quiet room and said 

Yes

I thought it was your wife talking 

And that made me laugh

Laugh every day even though it might seem strange to strangers 

For in that second, after that loud voice 

I heard my Samantha say

Live well, my love

Enjoy every moment of your time

Travel 

Spread hope and compassion 

And when you're ready

Laid in a hospice bed

Like me

Wear white and gold

The gold being our wedding band

And in that very last waltz with Death

When you take your last ever breath of the living dust

I will take you home to the Silver City where there is only love and no pity

Filled with people you can trust 

So I write this note

As I leave for Italy 

Here in this cafe for someone like you to read

The dead live on forever

Waiting to be reunited 

In The Silver City

If you just believe

Beyond the realm of the living dust

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you had Cataclysmic Dreams

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

This transmission exploration centres on the tension between profound love and the restrictive boundaries of real-life circumstances.

It captures a longing for a "soulmate" or ideal partner (referred to as the "alpha and omega") contrasted against the bittersweet realisation that life's timing, obligations, or risks prevent them from being together.

Let us begin. 

Cataclysmic Dreams 

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes in the early morning

As the world is slowly

Waking and yawning

In deep delicious dreams

Dressed from head to toe 

In blue and green 

You come strolling in  

Wearing glorious white satin

Appearing 

Through a portal 

From The Great In-Between 

Walking in

Like a young, beautiful Cleopatra 

My alpha and omega 

Where we then

Hand in hand 

Lay in a field of yellow hay 

As wild horses around us

Neigh and play

Looking deeply into each other's eyes

As twin

Eagles above us

Circle and play

As we watch the world go by

Slowly 

Fading away 

Thinking 

Why are some circumstances so unfair 

That you can't have some fun

With your heart's true love

Before your life is run

 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Did you know the Lord, whatever your faith, gives you three things to survive in life?

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

The world is changing so fast and tomorrow, hopefully, will be better than today or yesterday.

If your self-belief lasts.

Did you know the Lord, whatever your faith, gives you three things to survive in life?

A bright electromagnetic light to lead others out of the dark

An invisible shield 

And a metaphorical sword

The light is your bestowed unyielding belief in doing something good

That lays within you

In every single sinew

The shield

Is your faith magnified to be the cornerstone of your belief in the goodness of your light

And the sword is the strength to use the light and shield to constantly try to defeat and dispel the darkness 

Whenever it appears, 

If it follows you 

No matter where

You're stood 

I’ve obviously just created this just to inspire you to keep moving forward, with positivity in your life. 

Regardless of your fears

Instead of wallowing in deep pools of fast flowing soul tears

I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but universally, shouldn’t we just try to inspire each other, and others?

Instead of using negative narratives?

Have a wonderful upcoming week and keep those three things close 

For you'll never know when they are needed the most 

Salute.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Would you float by?

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

Here is a transmission that fuses classical Greco-Roman mythology, Judeo-Christian theology, and modern social commentary. 

The piece functions as an urgent allegory about the collapse of human empathy, utilising dual vocal delivery (male and female) to contrast a bleak description of human corruption with a divine plea for collective salvation.

The River

(A lone voice whispers) 

[Male voice] 

As Goddess Aphrodite

With her dark eyes

Emitting a hypnotic aroma

Of almonds

In her flowing white gown

Stood on the ominous

Invisible broken banks of שְׁאוֹל

Unspoken grounds of an

Unseen Sheol

Just perched on the edge of humanities

Peripheral vision

Far from the silvery fields of Elysian

As torn carcasses

In its red waters flowed and

Floated by

Ruined misshaped

Corpses

Of outright Racism

Subtle hidden whispered outtakes of Hatred

Enticing strands of coveted Jealousy

Green envy

Or homophobia

Embedded by

Apollyon

In the many silent

Watchers deep souls

Dire Despair and Hopelessness

Being one of its many followed

Old pagan Leaders

She cries to you

Instead

Reader

As she holds up

In shaking alabaster hands

Her divine golden

Jewel-encrusted goblet

In the swirling white smoke

And speaks to your

Higher self

[Female voice] 

Will you

Fill up my cup and bring

Love back into the world

To help the many

The deemed

Unfortunate

The homeless

The broken

Whom I can hear so viscerally

Who still cry to me

Wherever they be

Or would you too

Just follow the multitude

And see me

Standing here on the broken

Banks of Sheol

As you too

Perish and die

Without hope and

Float by

To forever dwell within

The Fifth Dimension

Where you will forever

Wander blind

Never again to ever see

Ruled over and into the deep gates of

Eternity

By the

Lord of the Flies

Mephistopheles

Copyright John Duffy 

Did you make a vow when someone died?

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

A poignant exploration of grief, enduring love, and the ritualistic coping mechanisms of a surviving partner. 

This transmission balances a bittersweet contrast between past joy and present isolation, suggesting that true love is an immutable force that can transcend death.

The Vow. 

(A lone voice whispers)

I'll buy a white silk ribbon

Tonight

From O'Mallys 

My love

On our golden wedding anniversary 

Lay it on your favourite glass dresser

The one we bought in the snow 

A few months ago 

Light one of your white perfumed candles near it from Reardon and Sons

Visualise all our cherished memories

Together

Within it

Then tie it

Into a sacred white bow

And gently kiss it and put it under

One of your favourite blue pillows

That way

We'll sleep together

Every night

Especially tonight 

Real close

Even though you're gone

Like we once used to do

For our love is still stronger than death

And lasts beyond the grave

And it's how I

Now a lone survivor 

Waiting 

Praying for you 

In one of God's

Repentance, grief-filled caves

Continue

Continue in absolute hope

With my beloved happy memories of you

Lighting my way 

Through this firefly-lit blackness

Like one of those white perfumed candles in our bedroom 

From Reardon

With all the crazy things

We once used to do

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

Automatic Writing

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

My Automatic Writing experience. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Don't forget me

My beloved Gabriella

For I'm where the Seraphim sing 

Now sing

For I've found a new seat in Heaven 

A place I can slow down and say

I've found inner peace

After my soul's confession

To the Keeper of Keys

Peter

The Soul Reader

 

So don't weep for me

Don't cry yourself to sleep

With deep depression

For I still now wear our golden eternal wedding ring 

Even though I watched you 

Watch me get buried 

So I want you to rise each morning with a wide as a country mile smile

And strive to stay strong

For Time is but a slow wheel

A brief interlude into the throes of eternity

So know we'll meet again

Just on the other side

To carry on loving each other 

In a new ride

Within a serene place

In The Great In-Between

Where Angels pass you smiling, dressed in cloaks of bright silver

Gold sleeves and halos of white 

In luscious fields of emerald green

For there is no more day or night

So wipe away those wet tears

I see on your beautiful face

Through this

My scrying mirror 

For I'm not alone

Alexandria and William

My spirit guides

Are always with me

To welcome me home

Now I have no fear

And all that old pain which once plagued me

Has finally disappeared 

And I'm no longer visually impaired

For I can see such astonishing things on the electromagnetic spectrum

That humans can never see

Things walking around you all

Unheard  

I guess I must have been once good and not totally impure

For Jesus to have wiped my slate clean 

When he gave me this new visiting card

To speak to you 

So take your time coming 

Enjoy what's left of your life

For I'll always be waiting

Within the swirling grey smoke you see when you first arrive

Clears

For something may seem worse than some first feared

But I'll be there to hold your hand once again and wipe away your happy tears

But until then

Cling on to my memories

Those special ones you still hold dear

And I promise, with the Lord as my witness 

I'll wait patiently until you too appear

My beloved Gabriella

That beautiful young woman 

Who I first met 

Thirty years ago

Standing outside Billy's Bar On 856 River Avenue 

Enjoying the hot sun

In the Bronx

Somewhere in New York 

On 10451

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Are you illuminated?

 Blessed be. 

Velumbound 

Here's Illumination of the soul.

Just for you. 

Did you know you have a sacred duty and a form of "grassroots resistance"

For self-expression is a divine gift designed to dismantle oppressive structures, escape the mundane, and heal human destructiveness.

(A lone voice whispers)

As a person, you must know

You're part of one of the most spiritually 

Illuminating 

Literary movements there have ever been

A gift sent to you for self-expression from The Great In-Between 

A means to pull down old towers with new or old siege hooks

Opening closed doors

By maybe writing a blog or book 

To walk through anthills and moors

Of poetic stanzas

To find who you really are 

As you pause and really look

For above all things

Magic in poetry is real

A form of rebellion from the mundane

A resolution 

A Bonanza 

To push back all boundaries in a form of grassroots resistance 

To power and social control

 

To be able to purge the destructive nature of humanity and the need to share its beauty

To those watching on patrol 

As they go 

For you are so gifted

So never be afraid to share for someone somewhere

Always needs to be lifted

(C)

Copyright John Duffy