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 lifted

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.

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 

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

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

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