Near Death……….

It happened so suddenly struck so hard it made my spirit leave

as I lay on the ground in disbelief legs twisted trying to get up my spirit liftedScreen Shot 2014-10-09 at 12.41.46 PM

and shot up so fast like a lighting bolt as I climbed a few thousand feet I began to float

my astral eyes were like tunnel vision as I looked at my humanly form a sadness started to brew a storm

seeing the aftermath of me being torn away from my family taking away from my wife and kids.

I Wanted to live but what returned and took resident in this old shell would prove to be an untold tell

of knowledge from a different plane a spirit being that had over a million names

is with me and still remains when I  was up there up in the air I perceived a luminous glare

from a being that told me my home was there where up in the air far,far away

from this floating stone that i now call home and I use too Rome to galaxies unknown.

By perfectblack Posted in Awake


The transfiguration of self is limitless
when one journeys closer to the seed rays
of this obsidian sun may the black flame burn
within us and keep us the sons and daughters of the royal bloodline
for in time pandemonium will be. Let them come and live
life as we do for I am he An he is me therefore we are one in the same. Of the same blood that I Drink from my chalice

With every sip I grow stronger my inside’s are turned outward and my bloodstream is now a river of Demonic life I close my eyes and he spoke to me plainly but I was not afraid He anointed me with his essence and made me hold now I am one with the old one. My eye speaks multitudes of knowledge and wisdom from centuries pasted a transmigration from one realm to the realm of my enter self oh what wealth awaits me the black flame burns inward but do not dissipate me for I am He eternally Screen Shot 2014-10-08 at 12.48.59 PM

By perfectblack Posted in Awake

sorry for the wait………

Its been a journey for me in writing my book and trying to juggle family life and being a writer as well. Often times I can lose sight of the many things that’s important to me like family my writing and the followers of this blog as my book comes closer to its end I will begin to put my soul and spirit back into what I’m passionate about which is writing on this blog so if your still there and looking for something great to read I am here. SORRY FOR THE WAIT

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who I am and who I am not

I am a Writer and my  Life revolves around being left mostly alone in my own solitude.Hunted by my most deepest of thoughts I am not religious  and religiosity has no place  within the thinking of mankind. For religions our the strongholds of despotism and madness. I am not political in nature  nor do I adhere to the views of state and country for this place is not my home. I am not an American because equality is absent. But what is present is the shattered picture of one mans Dream to be free  that horribly when wrong sure the laws have changed but there minds remains the same. I am not ignorant nor am I ill-mannered  I am not a gangster or a thug but I am powerful and my mind is brilliant  I am a dangerous force to be reckoned but most of my brethren  our still the slaves of  the trans atlantic days and even if they act a little crazed it’s just because they forgotten there brilliant ways and I would say to them are you still that slave? I am not an animal that needs to be caged but a visionary with crystal clear gaze to see our mishaps and short comings  our triumphs and achievements our sadness in the mist of genocide I am not the holder of traditional views of radical fools and there lost causes. I am newness and my path has not been laid before me I am freedom a treatment that straightens a sickened mind………….D.D Kirkland


I use to have nothingness inside voided out from my enter guide deaf dumb and blind going through life on borrowed time. Traveling alone the same roads of love one’s living up to their expectations and spiritual motivations  because they said it was true. But who knew from feeling the void I can practice a voice of my own that I didn’t practice even tho I was grown I felt so empty being exposed to other people’s life sometimes temped me to say fuck it I’m going to do as I please and then the old folks tell me I need to get on my knees and talk to a man who didn’t look like me I’m so empty as time pasts I didn’t have the faith I use to have but I was still empty from all the bullshit they sent me damn do I even know who I am the more they told me to pray the more I would stray I’m so glad I did. never have a choice as a kid. but it was something down deep in the inside  that told me let me be my guide  and ever since then I’ve been feeling the void excavating the truth from a mountain of lies now my eyes have seen that which was hidden because I’m traveling the roads that was forbidden. along this path you would never have the friends you though you had because there back is against you. your family would never be the same when the slave maters the blame he took it  all including your name and tamed you with his religion  regardless of your decision  but some how speak about his god and all of the love he say he has but freely took his whip and beat your ass damn. I start thinking how ignorant it would be to sit next to the devils pulpit and pat my feet not me I’m feeling the void everything that was implanted in me is now destroyed.                                             Amon  Blackstone


I feel the warmth from the blacken sun shining upon me

With its obsidian rays blazing through my entire being

Leaving soot like that of a charcoal ashtray

The winds here are visible black like clouds that encamp around me

Meaning to bound me in a trans like state

Hypnotized by these remarkable outlines

Events occur like classical cinemas of black and white

Before my very eyes as the nights here never turns into days

Some how I learned to love the rays from this blackened sun

The rivers here are black as oil with shimmery glazes

And the daemons that roam here is those of my own

Seeking union and manifestation in the world of light thats outside me

My eyes now are like darken shades

So I’m guided by black non-luminous rays

To my promise lands of the unknown

The stars here are invisible

And the known world today is no longer livable

For the feeble mind.    

Amon Blackstone


Oh eyes haven’t seen  the luminosity of  our enter stars  the galactic byways and lonely dark highways of distance blackness with the absence of guided light the existences of hopeless entities circling through out time and space for I have seen the glare from on top of the mountain I have drunken from celestial  fountains  and became aware of  this shadow world. In it I must  suppress my earthly scent and life force or be devoured in the mist of the boneless one’s for I have traveled to the place of my transcendence an on earths plain I have spilled the blood that runs through my very veins vigorously illuminated my serpents our now elongated up my spine placing their fangs in my fertile mind transforming me from conscious to super conscious divine. Now I sense a presence inside of my presence urging me to stick my left hand inside of its hand. Taking me to the land of no illusions where I hear legions saying you do not fear us, come near us  you have appeased and effortlessly seen through the curtains of the transparent worlds you have been reanimated many times illuminated. To do great things for you sing praises of thy self. In and out of portals of life and death  the cosmos exist in the innards of our flesh from our cerebral cortexes  to the deepest depths of our solar plexus as above so as below. for I traveled through multidimensional realms of ascension gaining knowledge from multiple  copies of myself which in turn manifested magical  Sigils. I am ILLUMINATED……..Amon Blackstone


I see multiple silhouette’s of the Discarnate encamped around me trying to gain my attention like a stranded motorist alone in the dark I can hear the muffled screams saying the necromancer is in and ready to hear us they come to me because most of the living population fear us words that they wish they had said to long lost love ones some don’t even no there gone but they come bearing there secrets that they took to there graves some ill mannered and some well behaved. The night has come and outside of my window pane theres a dark moon and stormy rain but I am fearless in the presence of many  I could turn a deaf ear an ignore them if they don’t abide by my creed so then they get fluster and leave. The one’s with manners they take there turns and speak with great reverence telling me things that which is hidden sometimes from centuries pasted they are attracted to me like fly’s on a dead piece of rotting flesh a necromancer is all ways closer to death. So when i’m out and about they follow me all ways ready to speak so I never really ever sleep. In my world there are portals and other dimensions beyond the comprehension of mundane folk. The life of a necromancer  

THE PALACE………………………..

oh hear ye oh hear ye from the shiny glimmering  walls of my inter palace countless boxes of memories from eons of existence displaced thoughts on tapestry decadent rails of granite elongated around twisted highways of staircases  photons of luminous light enclaved by a trajectory of my own imagination  faint phantoms whispering at my presence around every corner is a place unexplored .infinite literary works surround me from many travels of my past days next to it is and elaborated collection of knowledge gained and knowledge still to come through one of the doors is my garden a vast labyrinth of vegetation in it is thousands of rare wild orchids that spawn there own very intelligence they sometime speak to me in reverence to the awe of creation with there subtle tones I take refuge in knowing with these ears I am like that of a deaf man but my ears is not ears of a man but the renaissance of astral sensory my nostrils our no longer in use for I breath through my very skin my eyes our no use to me for I see all of the lure of this imaginary  illusion for what it is and what will be. Matter and anti matter canceling out the greater for the greater good in my palace I have seen many wonders some frighting an some so remarkably liberating and intriguing  similar to flickering lights demons of past aggressions so vividly in clear so I clean out all of my deepest darkest closets so the filtiness disperse and trouble me no more in the upper rooms are my contemplations of intellectual views of topics beyond the physical realm with questions who do they say I am? answers seems to echo back to me as if I was trapped in the innards of the Tibetan mountains tens of thousands of feet below surface. in one of my rooms there is a lama who teaches me  esoteric teachings inside the door inside of the door theres a monastery carved from the face of great rock running next to it is a lifted ocean levitated in thin air that represent my limitless pools of desire often I’m tempted to stay in this place engulfed in its many secrets practices and theories and the guidance through untold dimensions. For now I must leave this place knowing I can return in light speed on the bi-ways of mental lay lines……………..D.D. Kirkland

By perfectblack Posted in Awake

Conversation with shadow self!

Heavy eyes drifting into the shadows of the back of my eyelids crickets singing in the distance fearful of sleeping I stare at my walls listening to the sounds of everyone else sleeping unsettled mind with decorative imagery of me meeting the shadow that follow me is this real or is it my schizophrenic self. last night I had a visitor. But with all reasoning logic I was by myself pondering with this I increased my regiments of meditation hoping to have a conversation with the shadow that visited me that night I meditated for Hours but Hours turned to days and days turned to months until one early morning with the birds chirping before the rise of the sun that shadow came to me and told me its was me in a parallel world just outside of my own he told me he was thirty-one years of age and I was fourteen the last time he visited me at my home  He taught me all of his secrets that morning he told me what I would best in doing to make a living he said he knew because he was me and with him I could avoid pitfalls in life. He said he was also a writer he asked did I ever wonder why I love to write and I told him yes and then he told all of the gifts he I had now magnified 1000 times

By perfectblack Posted in Awake