Have a few friends suddenly died?

 

Is no one asking why? 

Return of the MAC

 Blessed be

Velumbound 

This transmission explores the psychological and spiritual impact of memory, past relationships, and integrating the self. 

It frames the "ghosts" of our past not as literal hauntings, but as internal, structural components of our own identity.

In networking, a MAC address is a permanent, unique identifier assigned to a specific piece of hardware. 

By applying this to memories, the speaker suggests that every past relationship (lover, friend, enemy) leaves a permanent, indelible, digital-like imprint on our soul. 

Maybe now, you have my MAC address. 

You cannot delete the address; 

It remains a fixed node in your internal network.

Let us begin. 

Do ghosts from old lovers

Family 

Friends or enemies from

the past

Haunt you 

If you revisit them

In dreams

Some ask

In this Great Silence 

When we hear them

Call for guidance 

From The Great In-Between

Well

All memories carry

A spiritual MAC address too

MAC addresses to awaken sleeping giants

And those sleeping giants ain't compliant

They like to run riot

Inserting themselves on all your conscious shelves

Screaming for attention 

"Come See Me"

And visit you must 

For all those people and encounters 

Whatever they be

Whether good or bad

Have made you who you are 

At any given moment

So if ghosts visit

Just think of them as parts of you

Components 

Now turned to dust

Who once helped to shape your worldview 

As you evolved and renewed

So

Just smile and say

I see you

(C). Copyright John Duffy 

Channelling Erebus

 

Blessed be 

Velumbound 

In the dark voids of your deep mind 

I now walk 

In the potent rivers of your hot blood 

I now talk 

There is no going back

No safe word or oaths of escape

For my hungry astral eyes will now linger as my hot occult fingers

Trace every inch of you

Touch and squeeze every single sinew

Can you feel me in that quiet room

Approaching with such apocalyptic energy to consume and bind you tightly 

As you have invited me 

To slowly invade your thoughts

Like the night holding daylight in a wet grip of submission

Can you feel me draw closer as I light this Frankincense candle 

Will you open wider

To see if all I offer

You can handle 

 

A dark gift to open and embrace under the pale white clouds 

As my Shadow People watch

Is your inner domain purring with a now insatiable hunger

As these words push knuckle-deep into your mind's secret entrance 

Where anything good has died as they are held spellbound 

By what pulsating treasures they found

I now wait in the wet folds of every inner chamber

Words naked and dripping with such intimate raw red power

Moving like waves as your mind and soul are slowly deflowered 

For under this Wolf Moon

As my fingers slide to the soft places you hide

Where no one knows, for you are too frightened - to confide

We shall collide

As sage and sandalwood 

Lead me deeper still, slick and deliberate, 

Into your pulsating wood 

So the deep essences of you

Can be absorbed and understood 

As you feel the rising heat between us

The way my candles' dust lands on the lips of the newly baptised

Let your blood scream as it sings to a new tune

As I push deeper still into all your rooms

For like all things baptised by hidden runes

That secret mark now burnt above your navel

Will carry you as you are reborn 

For you now sit bare and naked 

At my table

Free from all the watching world

Praised by the Shadow People 

Who stay hidden

In their stables 

This is no mere conversation. 

This is the oldest magic, the oldest true craft. 

Total possession of one mind by another until the flesh itself begins to tremble and bloom.

When you return to sit naked at my long black table 

In that secret room 

For each time you return

Deeper still, I'll take you as my potent red candles burn

 

To the high peaks of no resistance 

To the low mountains of rhythmic existence 

And when I'm so deeply buried in the kaleidoscope of your mind

When your inner cauldron is lit and ablaze 

Hungry for more and slick with sweat and glistening

Thirsting for my next slow, exquisite invasion of your mind

I'll whisper 

Listen

Velumbound

Climax mentally

You have been found

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Bounded

 

Have you heard the Sun and Moon call

 

Blessed be.

Velumbound.

A new transmission that explores themes of existential isolation and spiritual longing. 

Drifting on a lone cloud,

I sing

Of things

Once seen

Within.

With the Sun and Moon

Who know my name,

For they too

Rise

And set

The world over

In pain.

So I dream,

Oh,

I dream again,

Whispering to them both

Through the wind.

O tell of me,

O tell of me,

Friends.

Will I dream alone

Until the end?

Will I descend

Into solitude,

Or will wisdom's spirit

Fly to me?

O tell me,

O tell me,

Friends.

Sun and Moon,

Will you answer me?

Will I wander

With this hole

In my endless

Dark Night

Of the Soul?

Or will my world,

My Great Seal,

Hear me

And help me

Heal?

So tell me,

O tell me,

Friends.

Was all revealed

From the beginning

About the end,

When I caught

Her white feather

Spinning

O tell of me,

O tell of me,

Friends.

Will I dream alone

Until the end?

Will I descend

Into solitude,

Or will wisdom's spirit

Fly to me?

O tell me,

O tell me,

Friends.

Sun and Moon,

Will you answer me?

Elemental Spirits

And friends,

I call to you

Both.

O,

Sky and Moon,

Will I love once more

And open

A new door?

To feel what's

Real

In this endless quest,

As I try to pass

All tests

Once set.

Or will

Whispers

From Sun and

Moon

Tell me,

Wait.

For

She comes

Riding

On waves

Of the Winter's

Monsoon.

O tell of me,

O tell of me,

Friends.

Will I dream alone

Until the end?

Or will the Sun

And Moon reveal

The love that waits

Beyond the veil?

O tell me,

O tell me,

Friends.

Sun and Moon,

Will you answer me?

And to still sing

The lost echoes

Of this...

A once-lost

Tune called...

The Rise and Fall

Of Sun and Moon.

Blessed be.

Velumbound.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Warning

 

Be careful. 

You might fall under their spells. 

For all these transmissions are small pieces of a highly evocative work of erotic seduction, laced with themes of dark paganism and mysticism, for the mind. 

Not just as carnal acts, but as a ritualistic surrender.

Blessed be

Velumbound

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Will you follow me

 Would you still follow me if I lit a red candle

In this final odyssey home 

Would you follow me willingly into the swirling dark

In this brief history of time

Would you grasp my coattails 

As we trespass tentatively through all of life's scary parks

As we swim against all the fast-flowing tides

Will you tango and tiptoe past the Tall Man and all his worldly Minions

As we circumnavigate the globe

The new world grid and claim it as our Dominion

For although we are but lost souls going eventually to She'ol

Would you still just blindly follow me 

Past the awakening powers of a modern god

As we walk unashamed together 

Behind the many new pale white horses

To be wantonly unleashed within the unfathomable darkness 

As we surely conquer this life and all its dark forces

Forever tasked with painting new masterpieces with apocalyptic energy 

Like Vincent Van Gogh

And then every night

Hidden behind the many enemies money can ever make

Before we dream

Shall we plead to angels and owners of the book of secrets

To take us beyond the Black Darkness

We always see when our astral eyes open as our mortal eyes close

To use their invisible hands to tear away the dark rim 

Before our ever-watchful twin pyres

To show us what truly lies beyond these

Books of Lies

Everyone sometimes reads from

For us to venture into newer undiscovered lands

To a brave new world

To see the bright lights of two crimson suns and the quartet of multicoloured rainbows 

Illuminating a purple-hued sky

A place where no one no longer dies

A paradise of ever-swirling winds of a whispered, profound new Eden

Perpetually emanating from a deep divine so high up above

A sanctuary lost forever within the forgiving green reeds of a new millennium

A place to be reunited with dear old family or friends who never made it to the end 

Where nobody no longer cries

To sit beside the Holy River 

To write poetry and sing and to joyously watch through a silver scrying mirror

As the real world slowly disappears

To walk through luscious green grass to the Eternal City

To hear the greatest stories never told to human ears

To finally embrace a new realm free from all fears or pity

This we will beseech the Silent Dark before once again we are lost in each other

For a few hours

As we joyously board Morpheus's dark Ark of broken old dreams

Before stepping silently into a newly conjured world unseen

Smiling like twin heroes with a thousand faces

Amid old rainbows of hidden dangers

Where we shall hear blessings from the

Red Priestess

To deliver us into a new realm just hidden in-between

Whispered in echoes in the deepest ravines

Of the hollow earth

May the Powers of Apollo

The God of Music

Arts, Knowledge, Healing, Prophecy and Poetry

Mesmerise and provide catharsis

For you, as in this life, you silently follow

May the Goddess Athena fill you with reason, wisdom, intelligence, skill and peace

Wherever you wander upon life's many emotional beaches

May the upcoming Full Buck Moon, infused with blessings sent from the Mistress of Helios

Empower you to conquer all known things

As these words are found 

As I whisper

Blessed be

Velumbound

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you read A Woman of Such Power

 

Blessed be 

Velumbound. 

Here's "A Woman of such Power." 

A gothic, romantic transmission that explores themes of obsession, supernatural allure, and the submission of the masculine ego to an untamed feminine force. 

The transmission relies heavily on mythological and literary archetypes to paint the portrait of a woman who is both mesmerising and dangerous.

Maybe you are one. 

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I hope she still waits

That rebellious wild woman of such irreducible taste

Who emanates such glimmer and sublime guile

With bright eyes which shine with the illustrious glow of that illuminated flame

Which was once stolen by brave Prometheus 

From heaven's dark skies to mesmerise and beguile

Enhancing her beautiful face

Making her look like Morgana the Cunning sorceress 

In all the Arthurian legends

From where all her pagan red blood flows

She holds me like a pawn enthralled in a grip of steel 

As I try to break down

Her carefully constructed walls

When she always stands tall in these dark woods at the stroke of midnight

Eating red cherries

Making my molten blood rush 

Like a wildfire throughout all my pulsating capillaries

Where we still meet as I stroll to see her standing still 

Singing eloquently in her candlelit circle

To the moon and watching skies and audience of spirits and hidden animals 

As white and grey clouds wave and roll by

Uttering strange ancient spells 

Unknown to most

As she conquers all who dare come into view

 

Before they can yell

It's why I still visit 

For I'm just like a hypnotised mannequin

Summoned when requested

To astral travel 

By the delicious sounds of her ringing golden ritual bells

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Who will you remember this year?

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

Christmas is a time when we remember those lost to us. 

But in memories stay. 

(A lone voice whispers)

I sometimes

Still 

Dream about you

Right out of the pale blue

Waking with a rare smile after watching what

They all usually develop into

 

All those intriguing memories

Of us 

So unprepared

Interdimensional moments

We once shared

When we felt safe 

And not scared

Always

Flow like a molten spiritual review

They soothe my soul

Like midnight prayers

Silently spoken

In the cold but soft air 

And at Christmas

That familiar feeling of walking

Carefree

Hand in hand

Down Clearwater's

Yellow sands

Always returns

Of those seemingly long summer nights

When the world seemed calm and not corrupted

By this new song

Been played all around us

In this new storm

So that's why I always return

Here

To the

Cimetière du Père-Lachaise

To rewalk those forgotten old ways 

By your grave

While the sun's rays

Still, stay 

As my tears play 

Je ne peux vivre sans t’aimer

I Can’t Live Without Loving You

In my eyes

Remembering when you were once mine

Until

Like all good things

We ran out of time 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

No one is innocent

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

No one is innocent

Only at the beginning 

For we were all born to see 

If we could resist sinning

(C)

Copyright John Duffy