DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT!

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SPACE THE EQUAL FRONTIER

A SHOUT OUT GOES TO AN INNOVATIVE FUTURIST AND HIS CREATION OF A TOTALLY INTEGRATED INTERGALACTIC REALITY.

                         

                 MR.GENE ( STAR TREK )RODDENBERRY

                   

THE BLUE PRINT

   TIMELESS RELEVANCE

       THE BLUE PRINT OF GREAT STORYTELLING

ZOMBIE CELEB

                            THE FIRST ZOMBIE FLICK

                                             IN 1932

Was inspired by people of color,ironically titled: WHITE ZOMBIE.A horror story about a voodoo master in Haiti turning folks into zombies.

                    

REAL SCARED!

                       Horror and Sci/Fi flicks are filled with,an endless amount of human emotion.

*ANGER
*DREAD
*HORROR
*JOY
And
*TERROR

So....what would a really serious non-stereotypical horror or Sci-Fi flick produce in Afro-Americans emotional POV's (POINT OF VIEWS)?

BLACK NOSFERATU

Loud gospel spiritual music fills the room beneath the rafters of,the old baptist church.A church where the young boy has worship for all his priceless few years,until now.No more sad grieving cries,and celebratory shouting of the young boy's final departure into the next world.The young boy's innocent soul waits to be welcome to the other side.He will be unable to come back like before.This time the heavy silver cross draped across his chest prevents it.

BLACK AMERICA SUPERNATURAL HISTORY

                           BLACK HISTORY MONTH HONORS

                        TWO GREAT AFRO-AMERICAN ACTORS

                                           THE Black

        CHRISTOPHER LEE and PETER CUSHING's OF HORROR 

                                    Mr.Ken Foree

                                    Mr.Tony Todd

IN MEMORY

            HONOR OF BLACK HISTORY MONTH

                                    IN MEMORY

                               Leslie Esdaile Banks 

                              HORROR WRITER  

                              aka:  L.A. BANKSL.A.Banks

SERVING MY COUNTRY: DIARY OF A BLACK INFANTRY SOLDIER PART II

First Sergeant Negro Corps.
Shenandoah Valley Virginia
June 13th 1863

Dawn heavy rains an come.My boys tents be soil.There be no fightin this morning.Me and my boys has us a new detail upon us.It looks like that some of thee bloody bodies on both sides have backed up outta they muddy graves,cause thee dirt have turned to mud everi where I see bloody torn apart bloody bodies-bloody arms-bloody legs-bloody blown open heads-faces-chests,wit bloody blue-brown-gray-green bloody eyes torn outta eye sockets.Wit thee muddy waters floatin em away in thee watery trails.I looks out over thee muddy graveyard fields and see justta standin lookin on Miss.southern belle dressed in her fancy ballroom dress.She stands in thee cloudy early mornin mist of thee Shenandoah.My po boys looks back at each other,and over at me carrin a flour sack stuffin rotten bloody pieces of human flesh inside.I stares on at Miss.southern belle hoping for another piece of mornin tasty hunk.I stop and stare back at my boys,cause this time my bellie gonna be a belly of a sergeant in thee united states union army negro corps.And my duty will be to find confederate contraband,and cease it.Where be Miss.southern belle be gittin this here food.As a union officer this here have to be reported to my superiors.I order my boys back don't follow me for another piece of tasty hunk.There be no fightin,not until my boys clear thee way of all thee bloody torn up limbs stroll all over everi which away.It be night now.Thee moonlight shines down on thee big lone white farmhouse,wit thee dim light in thee window.Miss.southern belle be inside fixin up her rare hidden contraband,fixin up tasty hunks for us black boys.I sneaks myself through thee pitch black muddy dark open fields,up to thee dim light in thee window of the farmhouse.I hears a choppin and knockin sound.A pullin apart and a cagy smell of raw flesh mixed in wit a season of fresh onion.Miss.southern belle chops-cuts-slice,wit an ole shiny confederate cold steel battle sword,wit strains of fatty yellow flesh hangin from it.My eyes buck to see Miss.southern belle stirrin in a big cast iron pot,as one of my boys,a young colored private infantry soldier,his lean chocolate body stretched out on a big cuttin table in thee dim lit kitchen.Miss.southern belle no mo dressed in her fancy ballroom dress and blue bonnet.Miss.southern belle be dressed now in boots and leather apron,wit no longer thee pale face no sparkle in her eyes look.Miss.southern belle have a spooky grin as she cuts and quarters up my colored young soldier,slicin and throwin rare hunks into her stew pot.I pulls out my army colt revolver,aim it at her haint like demon face.I cock thee trigger to blow her head off,makin sho she never will wear that fancy blue bonnet again. BOOM! BOOM! Like thunder I hear the sound of battle cannons move closer.I lower my revolver back down into the holster turns away unseen.Miss.southern belle be busy tollin away at slicin my boys into rare hunks,doin her part for her cause.I stand thinkin before I return back to thee battle field.That who ever git this here diary and gives it to my mama Miss.Ruby.Just tell her I luv's her.And she be proud.Cause her baby boy is able to fully serve up himself for his COUNTRY.

SERVING MY COUNTRY:DIARY OF A BLACK INFANTRY SOLDIER PART I

First Sergeant Negro Corps
Shenandoah Valley Virginia
June 12th 1863


AN EXCERPT FROM MY BOOK: *Afro-American Stories Of Fright From The Old South


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Midday noon summertime up to thee southern belle farmhouse,she stands wit her fine fancy pink ballroom dress and summer blue bonnet,that she in probably wore to one of them there high furlutin fancy white folk drankin wang dangs.Since thee killin start up,Miss southern bell stands out in front of her big white house,wit her big soup pot and wooden spoon.Wit not a sparkle in her pale sad po sad grievin face and dead blue eyes.Me and thee boys soldier on up to her lookin like what the cat drug in,a sight to see.Miss southern belle wit out a word.I be brave and walks up wit my blue cap pressed up against my chest,up to her I says; "Ma'am....we be powerfully hungri, and I be wonderin if in you can spare me and my boys here,ah lil somethin,thank ya ma'am." Wit out a sparkle in her dead blue eyes from under her fancy blue bonnet.She raise up the big wooden spoon,dips down deep into thee big stew pot wit it smell of cagy onion and pink veri rare hunks of meats.Me and my colored boys holds out our blue fightin caps.She fills it up to thee rim,wit thee cagy onion juice drippin down on our black shakin hands.Me and the boys sit down on thee red clay dirt ground listennin to our bellies talk-bark-cuss-laugh from three days of starving.My hunk of cagy,I bites down on some fat wit a piece of coarse hair stickin from outta my rare hunk.I picks it from my teeth,cause my belly be now playin a soft tune of good belchin replace thee cussin.Me and my boys gits up from our southern picnic wit a friendly bow of thank ya-thank ya vari much to Miss southern belle fur the thee fine cagy viddles.My boys and I roam back to our detail of clearin up our and they dead boys.But now our bellies are full wit hunks.We all look back starin and feelin a lil better now,thankin there be still some good folks around.We stare on wit lil smiles lookin at Miss southern belle and thee empty stew pot walking inside her big white farmhouse and close the door.

BRED TO SERVE UP

Over the weekend,I watched some old horror flicks.One of the flicks I watched was: Silence Of The Lambs.

                                               Great Movie! Great Movie!



                    I started to think about the topic of: cannibalism in African history.


     I founded out most African slaves,was taken from their homeland out of West Africa.


But...some enterprising enslavers-enslaved another kind of African; tribes located in the Republic of the Congo of central Africa.These tribes practiced cannibalism.Some of the individual tribe members were captured and brought to the States,where they and their new owners practiced cannibalism.


                  African CannibalismIt was said; the slaves was bred for such purposes in secret circles?

DOPPELGANGER

              This is a topic that's never talked about in the Afro-American community.



A very good friend of mine,who I have known for years called me this morning,and swore on his life,that he came face to face with me last night in Ohio at a nightclub.


But...I have never been to Ohio?


I asked him;what did I say to him? My friend said; that I identified myself as me.But acted strange distant and cold towards him.

                          DoppelgangerRELEVANT STUFF!

RELEVANCY REALM

Black America Supernatural History,has caught some attention from a few that have been following the posts.

                                             I have received E-mails from:



* A now frighten young Afro-American male from Chicago,was visited by his two dead gangbanger thug associates gunned down on the street.Both former thugs told him that: if he was to die,or murder someone on those streets,his soul would meet them in a place of darkness,and demons for all eternity.And they were back to give him fair warning?


*An Afro-American construction worker in Boston said he encountered an odd yellow eyed creature slipping back down a hole,inside an old Victorian house basement floor.He described the creature as having green scaly skin like a reptile?


*A Spanish American single female in New York,who lives alone is awaken every morning for the past 3 months,the same time she moved into her home.To smells of fresh brewed coffee,and sounds of bacon and eggs frying in the kitchen.But when she walks into her kitchen,theres nothing on the stove?

                             RELEVANT STUFF!

                       If someone have relevant supernatural stuff to shout out!A STORY ABOUT YOU

E-mail: donwright880@yahoo.com

RELEVANCY CREATED

It only takes a nudge to create relevancy.


CASE and POINT:


Yesterday was Dr.King's B-day.If Dr.King would have stayed in a comfort zone,and just functioned as an ordinary Baptist Preacher and not leave his comfort zone,to stand behind Ms.Rosa Parks.
Would his dream had been the same?

Would it matter....?

                                                      MAYBE........?


As one of thousands of black preacher's,would he had been relevant?


                                                    MAYBE........?


But as a human being,fighting for injustice for another human being,and exposing its form of inhumanity,putting it into the spotlight,it became RELEVANT.



                          HELP KEEP ALL OUR HISTORIES RELEVANT

THEM!

My great grand mama's eerie flailed old woman silhouette shadow would rock,back and forth in her rocking chair,in a dimly lit room with only the flicker of candle light on the wall.


As she'd rock back and forth,she would giggle a little and whisper in a low frightening tone;

"I...tell this story detailing events,that took place in that one night of hell with THEM.The Indians called THEM Gods.But...I know,there was only screams for God,as everyone there with THEM.Started to be eaten ALIVE."




  Our great grand mama use to scare the living hell outta all her great grand kids.

   I did eventually find out who and what THEM was.....?


   You Can Find Out Too By Reading My New BOOK

AFRO-AMERICAN STORIES OF FRIGHT FROM THE OLD SOUTH

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AFRO-AMERICAN AND E.S.P.

Remember:The shining/The green mile,Stephen King's best selling horror novels.King created both afro-american characters to possess ESP Extrasensory Perception.

It has been proven,that most individuals possess this phenomenon in small stages.In some individuals its much more prevalent.

I remember an Aunt,when ever she got pissed with my Uncle: things would just fly off tables,glasse's would break.

Clairvoyance,Precognitions,I am more then sure,most afro-americans had or have someone in their family with these unexplained abilities?

        JUST ANOTHER SUBJECT OF RELEVANCY

                    KEPT OUT OF THE LIGHT?Bluehost

BE DAMNED!

My mind often wanders back to the magical night of,November 4th 2008.The election of the 56th,and 1st Afro-American President of the United States of America.It wanders back to a man,who ventured out of his comfort zone.

A United States Senator,who could have easily,just thanked God for his blessings,thanked the powers that be,and called it a day?

Barack Obama,didn't flinch,didn't resort to defeatism,or concern himself with the status quo.

One revered former President,called the mire notion of an Afro-American mindset to conceive,let alone venture out of his comfort zone,as nothing more then a fantasy.







                   Its been 7 years,Afro-America comfort zones have been redefined.

                                 OBAMA BASHED THEM!

                    SENDING A CLEAR MESSAGE TO EVERY AMERICAN

                COMFORT ZONES BE DAMNED!

          

EVER WONDER.......?

Why There Was Never A mention Of Black Americans Killed In The Great Chicago Fire Of 1871 and 1874....?

                       BASHING THE PERCEPTION

                                           Chicago DuSableOF 

A PEOPLE WITH UNTOLD SUPERNATURAL HISTORIES

Joseph Laroche


THIS TIME WE FOUNDED YOU JOE!