FEELING THE VOID……..

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

ILLUMINATED

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

Manifesto of truth

This is my manifesto of truth no matter how hard it may be I will tell the truth in words an deeds I will pick out the weeds in my perfectly groomed lawn I shall sing praises to the coming Dawn this is my manifesto of truth I will pull words out of my word well I would get back up even if I Fell oh how beautiful is the ever so underlying truth. That’s lets me bury the hatchet and hang lie’s in a noose if you always try forget you’ll never grow from the past so live life everyday as if it’s your last don’t be mad this is my manifesto of truth because I’m the maker the owner the very cream of my enter earth if you can’t deal with you it want work this is my manifesto of truth and sometime’s it feels like my well then ran dry so  I often  close my eyes and inhale and exhale a new light that’s shimmering so bright it takes meditation to see yourself through this looking-glass. a self-reflection can be very hard you may cry enough  tears to fill up the boulevard in your own manifesto of truth it might send you through the roof but it would still be the truth manifested from the inside out  that’s why I’ll send you my undying peace and love on the wings of  a Reiki Dove healing from the lie’s healing for dealing with the truth about yourself you never really needed a book all you needed was self………..DD.Kirkland

The Traveler……..

consumed by cluttered  emotions unraveled into nothingness in the fullness of space within my own mind unable to be understood. These visions so vivid and clear is the shimmering light upon the darkest most inter parts of  my temple  unexplored how can I excavate the remains of timeless existence and many lives pasted I still carry with me in this reincarnation ancient memories and teaching from my master teacher I close my eyes and see the compass representing  my endless travel. I can hear the village elders speaking about the traveler who was caught up in a time bomb blowed apart his many pieces scattered around the solar system all taking a different metamorphosis  in this world and on to the next. I travel in the speed of light filling the space  around me the people here think it is me that they know but I am nameless…..perfect black

Aside

I’m a warrior  spirit like ogun my heart beats in the drums of Shango  so I often dance in a trans like state I hear my ancestors  multitudes of whispers in the vast areas of the sea it was me levitating over my body caught in the mighty winds of o’ya in there I spin around and around like a cyclone of world winds through portals guarded by  Eleggua  we was permitted to enter in the center of this burning light I saw images of creatures From the bottomless dimensions flicker with light so bright that it could not be seen by a mortal eye high up in the heavens I was bestowed  sight  from orunmila long ago before this body reincarnated  many, many times I witness the shrines of the old one’s inside of me with ancient memories I recall a great fall to humanity I had countless names and titles I Am the teacher that’s within you that holds the keys to unlocking the secrets of this tablet and all of the powers that be stay in-tuned to me  behold the splendor of silents when I Speak mortal ears haven’t heard the utterance of one who has been truly touched by the divine touched by lucid sight touched by the Rulers of light    ashe…………….D.D.Kirkland

Rulers of the light

living dead

I’m not of this world I come from  another far  place this dual universe is a part of a fictitious illusion that keeps me trapped amongst zombies and a multitude of robotic humanoids with no light existing only as a repetition an ongoing mindless shell. see when I fell I didn’t even know it  pasting through the cannel deemed  me of my heavenly star light covered in the DNA of the ones who were present they looked like holograms of static with blueish outlines the body that I was in didn’t at all cover all of me but as I lay their and stare I Began to shrink I Saw my light body started to blink part of me began going into parts they called legs arms and toe’s it was like I was froze so I made it real with my will and bound me to this fate and then I started to create the world that they were in and forgot and attached to the thing they call living who do they think I am there’s another part of me. they took be to a building they called church  and said this is the temple of god I didn’t believe that there’s was so small many years later I started to awake from walking with the living Dead after being hit in the head I began to detach and my light body started to come back now I can see some of the codes I’m half out and half in temporary lost into a split dimension where I can see the light and the zombies of the living dead.        D.D.Kirkland

my old safe house…….

A picture is worth 1000 words  Image credit: “safe” – © 2007 Paul Keller –  This is my safe house worn  and distasteful rugged and raw filled with the old me shackled and bound by somebody else’s spiritual idealism. this is my safe house filled with my family’s slave name sake. it’s been locked for generations and I am the first one freed to think and choose on my own. the door is unlocked but my love one’s are still  trapped  by an imaginary force this use to be my safe house but now I walk around freely no longer imprisoned in this dirty old safe I stop by it often  to see if my family is free but its only me not sleeping and awake I can see them trapped in this illusion a slave to the pages of a book trying to please God fearful of blaspheme possessed by a holy ghost that’s only a figment of falsehood. an priestcraft there is millions if not billions under the spell of deceitful men in the name of money not god perpetuating the spell of sleep to the masses locking them to their own safe full of lies denying  them to see truth and acknowledge the origins of a system that’s man-made my mind was lost in this safe fearful of going to a fictitious hell with tormenting fire and brimstone to my people you are not the content of this safe when you have knowledge who needs faith the temple of God is within you not in a brick and mortar or some fine so-called house of god don’t be fooled the book was placed by man it did not come here to earth on a speeding lighting bolt glistening like solid gold. but the truth is freedom of your old self awakened by new light to see a safe for just a safe and a book for just a book not a short blueprint of you life.START to break the code with the hammer of truth and the chisel of light and be free from the stained walls of ignorances and misinformation. this is no longer my safe house but it’s the cancer of feeble-minded individuals who do not think and use there minds……..D.D Kirkland

star code

some of humanity have souls all of humanity have spirit we are the great ones here we must transpire to unfold unto the universe limitless vibrations you the original man must regroup to take back dark matter science  loosening the grip of the young ones we have been here fore thousands of light years.they can only extend so far up into spiritual bliss.remember you are stars who lost their way home but only through elevation will we see our star codes.an return to our true self trapped in this body lost in this matrix we call life believing in this illusion blurs  the code to ascension now that your awake you have a duty to for fill  through your third eye you will start to see your beginning and witness your star code……..D.D Kirkland

Infectious…….

my words our a  pandemic highly infectious you can’t even breathe  a contagion like the black of death dark in nature vigorously  gaining momentum unable to be contained I’m an outbreak call me affliction my words sting similar  to scorpions injecting their  venom unto the world synonyms to  plagues wide-spread I touch one I Touch them all infected by my content infected just by my  sight. I am pester hidden under a mask.  hazardous  simply perilous for those who oppose an attempt to twist I’ll tell you this I am  propaganda that keeps you chained I am slander that damages your good name. but many misunderstand  my words in paragraphs books and phrases trapped in my labyrinth entirely confused. I LAUGH AT FOOLS  who see lie’s for truth right before their eyes I am the last words after death that dazzles the spectators about your mortal life without me the world would be lost in silent’s  no one would be understood  I am a wizard and words our my wand I uses them continually to convey  my deepest thoughts with words. In them I have found a fountain of truth  that’s so blissful and refreshing. I can be used for good or for evil deeds  I can bring the strongest man to his knees with just words alone religion’s our built upon me  even in some books I am GOD speaking written in red . I am Plaque  highly INFECTIOUS and widespread ………………………….D.D Kirkland

Eternal Sleep………Our you Asleep.

small__3433385866I use to be asleep an awake and broad day sleep to the injustice sleep to the lies right before my very  eyes sleep to the hold truth eyes open but sleep ears clogged  I did,t hear a peep  sleep but talking sleep walking in a world of sleepers I had finally opened my eyes like a new-born infant free from indoctrination free from propaganda with my soaring senses I stepped out into the world and suddenly religion did,t mean anything to me immediately I saw the so-called truths for lies I Found myself alone in a land of sleeping my world was so vivid and clear I started to shed tears for my love one’s who aimlessly slumbered   in great numbers with  vail’s over their eyes talking to them was like talking to walls.as I Tried to lead them to an awakening state I saw their fate  the more I talked the deeper they slept  clinging to this Dogma clinging to this faith while sleeping. Then I realized I’m only a seed planter sowing seeds to people who eternally sleeps now I lay awake but sleeping crawling out of my body traveling to see new light I am  AWAKE……D.D Kirkland