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The murder by mob of a black boy set the wheels of Armageddon in motion. Twenty years later, Thomas “Stony” Jackson finds himself at the center of an apocalyptic whirlwind. He is all that stands between America’s survival and the nation’s total annihilation.

To reset the doomsday clock, Thomas must uncover the secret of a strange and ancient text that finds its way into his possession. Assembling a motley team and hunted by forces from beyond the grave, he embarks on a perilous journey across time and space.

In a race across the African continent to the Sudan, Thomas undergoes an supernatural transformation that fulfills an ancient prophecy and earns him a huge following.

Finally reaching the Nile Valley, Thomas must survive an ancient initiation performed by a secret society. The forces of both good and evil gather for a final confrontation. The preservation of all he holds dear hinges on the outcome. 

 

 

 

   

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 America is all but destroyed by the world’s oldest cult, the Illuminati. In future America, warlords carve up the nation into separate spheres of influence. Millions are exterminated, millions are enslaved and millions more take refuge in the mountains and wastelands.

The torchlight of liberty is reduced to a flicker. In America’s darkest hour, a divine black child is born. As his legend grows, so does his devout following until he is a force to be reckoned with.

In an apocalyptic clash, one that has both imminent and eternal implications, Jason takes the fight to the forces of evil. At stake, the destiny of America and perhaps the world.

 

  

 

 

 

 I’d been a drug dealer, pickpocket, mugger, burglar and a pimp. I’ve kept close company with killers, con artist, and kingpins. And, now I'm a classroom teacher. Follow my journey, check out my story. 

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DMT:The God Detector

 

       Christ said: ‘If you have but the faith of a mustard seed, you can move mountains.’ That statement examined from a metaphysical perspective and not a biblical one, may offer the ontological key to unlock worlds of wonder and endow man with limitless power. And, the pineal gland of the human brain may be the source of such power. It has been throughout history known as the Third Eye, The All Seeing Eye, and the Eye of God.

 

Soon to be released: Between Shadow and Smoke

 

      How did I get to this wretched place maligned by the shadows of iniquity and the clamminess of self-deprecation?

     A murder of crows had descended down upon my field of dreams. My inner self, stands idly by while my spiritual harvest is ravished by thousands of tiny, ravenous beaks

      Read Excerpts of my latest book, a memoir entitled Between Shadow and Smoke. Follow my often tragic and frightening journey from jail, addiction to educator, author, and publisher.

YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO PUT IT DOWN.

 

 

Harlem Breezin'

Eyes That Gaze

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Eyes that gaze through concrete windows to pageant worlds, where

manifold suns nestle at the feet of Mother Earth.                                                                                                           

Lakes collect into clouds underfoot and

Butterfly fish swim in pools of paper mache.

Waves trudge back to rejoin oceans that harbor no horizons.

Woodlands line the shore of infinite darkness, and light case no memories of sin and separateness.

 

Shades pass darkness light the way home.

There, trees hold hands beneath night clouds that just lay there.

This is where the rivers of time go to rest from their long journey to nowhere.

Effigies of people wear clay faces and asphalt leggings.

Anvils cry out where toes once tapped.  

And mouths speak words that can only be whispered loud enough for no one to hear.

 

All roads led across ice-covered lakes where the cold air presses against sheets of colorless cold.

Traceless tracks mosey through cogs of time that angled deep in the ice.

Where clock faces gaze down upon tireless travelers with eyes that see only summer.

 

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