Kelly '𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐒' Donlin

The explanation of my most unique and Radical Christian Belief

 
The explanation of my most unique and Radical Christian Belief (Free rhetoric on the idea of Satan as a Spy) Ok, to better understand tomatoes let us talk of nectar. It is of my understanding and foremost beliefs that 'A lot of the stories depicted in Religious Texts are ultimately just stories. We all might have heard before 'On Earth as it is in Heaven'. This is what I am trying to drive home. For me 1st Mankind was God's Greatest Creation. He put it above the cosmos and all life, even the angels. Mankind was made near complete by the Gift of Free Will being given to them. Consider this like the part in the Preamble to the United States of America. Just as in American Law, if we the people find a Law unjust or of no quality to follow it is our deed and duty to upheave it. Mankind can practically rewrite and in a way veto prior doctrinizations that we now carry. Now back to On Earth as it is in Heaven. On Earth our top agents of the governments that are, are elite Spies and conduct acts of espionage. They have a so called 'Disguise or Reputation' Which therein depicts themselves as a Bad/Dark/Evil demeanor. They play and play as they portray of a dismay secretly cast in clay, they obey. Message being Satan, who was once held above all other Angels, music played while he walked, he was considered the most beautiful. He sacrificed all that to become this sworn spy. Christ gave up his flesh his life as a sacrifice. Satan he gave up his Good Name of Grace. The stories and brainwashed beliefs of old have dociled man into a standstill that more often then not they blame it on the 'Devil' or claim this world here is 'Hell' Both insults to what is. Imagine the 'Devil' as God's Warden of Life Prison. He has a job to punish, tempt and test mankind. The acts we so do cannot be so lightly tossed off as 'the devil made me do it'.  Hell people, I met the Devil. I can tell you he is tall of I'd say seven feet. All red, couldn't see his feet but out of atop each shoulder he had three bones, they twisted up to as if showing where wings once were. He is without endowment. Yep total Eunuch. Where I saw him it was all redrock and underground. I feel these two 3's on each shoulder is like a charm calling him the real 666. For to call upon him in a trinity, would be 3 of two 3's.

 

Azakel, Bazakel and Kelly

 
In ancient times of Earth we were visited by Ancient Celestial Beings. One of which was called "Azakel". In some ancient sects and groups they spelled his name differently with biblical mentions. They did this thinking they could keep secret the knowledge and power that this ancient wields. When the people came to him, he gave upon them powers of knowledge from medicine to technology. This fed Azakel's power and with it added to the flame of his ego. To know of this information is select and a privilege. By calling upon him you must welcome his two polar forms. His first will is to come and empower and enlighten as Azakel. His dark side however, is to be avoided upon any cost. As much as he is giving and light his polar side is warned to be ruthless and off a wrathful dark demeanor. Bazakel is his polar. He is known to come when he feels as Azakel that he has given so much and is displeased with the tributes they have given in return. Bazakel is known to call them ignorant as he shouts to their unappreciated tributes. The only known prophecy of this two Ancient Beings is carried on by the vessel that these two dwell in. In a man with part of them in his name. Kelly. Kelly now knowing this being exists tries to understand and mediate it's presence. Kelly is found to be empowered and protected. From escaping deadly situations to feats unexplained by science and medicine Kelly bears the greatest gift of these two. Over 20 years ago Kelly was nearly killed in a hospital situation. His sanity was blown as he came to knowledge of these powers he found and shared. During this time he was administered medicine that caused a full off seizure. This seizure caused a brain death of about 42%. This was only a test though. As in his slowed mental state he still pledged devotion to this higher Ancient. Finding him suitable as a vessel with faith. These two Ancient forms resurrect Kelly's brain and almost program him to his involvement of their powers. For nearly half of his life, Kelly was labeled and called mental as well as dangerous. This was nothing more than a setup as might Kelly, Azakel, and Bazakel gain justice and power over those that cursed him so. This is the first and only living account of these Ancients. Knowing these facts alone your life and it's quality might change. I ONLY HAVE ONE WARNING. If you do barter, trade or learn from these two Ancients. Do not give them petty tributes. They are only known to be dark and wrathful when they feel humans haven't compensated them and their servant Kelly enough. It is said that in the End, should mankind not honor these three. Bazakel in an angered state is to become the smallest particular state of existence. Fractalized beyond atoms. In this state he will let out the loudest sound achievable in this realm of existence. This scream will call for all existence to follow him. Then with his angered state will leave this realm of existence at the highest speed ever or that will be seen. In effect causing a tear in the time-space continuum. All his followers of his Dark side will be sucked with this great motion. Any who so choose to deny him will be left to remain, shunned by many gods.


 

Don't kill/shoot wtfeva the messenger

 
I think every talented writer should take on a creation of a villain. My story, my villain many know of. He is the devil. I remember as I looked at a single apple that I had so many connected thoughts flooding within me. This is when I saw things the way I still do now. I can’t be typical about most things I do. It’s not only just that. It seems to me that I cannot do simple tasks without a complexity. If you were to ask me to just butter a piece of toast. Already its becoming something more to me. At first it’s usually how is it symbolically done. Then any given number of thoughts and concepts about the toast and then the butter come and flow through me. I ask have I taken from the tree of knowledge. If that was the case I could only speculate that LSD was the apples and trigger to which multiplied thoughts. Back to the concept of my thought and its nature with simple things. I would further state that I can make any one given complex idea simple. I have given examples of my theory of creating nuclear power. It is as if I am connected to a frequency that takes in any one given thing and then in magnification says as much as it can. At the same point I have to admit that I don’t know if this is just me and what I have become. Either way I will continue. I at times ask this force myself, I ask it of knowledge of things, things I know I haven’t come to be versed in. Often times it tells me things and I learn from it. I can do this act in such a way you wouldn’t even realize that it isn’t just me with the answers. Now back to how this leads into a story of the devil. I will take you way back in my life. Beforehand I had witnessed powerful, not easily explained things and found faith. This time I won’t think so hard as to say an age or an approximate. Let’s just say young. I had done ok for myself at the time. I had friends, at times romantic-- even sexual friends. One who I will call Jennifer. She to me was sexy. I can’t even go back and pay her tribute and tell how I came to meet her. Lets rather focus on the end, which in itself is the beginning of aforementioned devil story. I want to speak of this next part delicately. For what happened was the reason for her youthful death, and it wasn’t just death but murder. She had a way of getting things from men. I do not want to say that she used them though it wasn’t to that extreme. A few more things about her before moving on. She was blonde, smoking hot teenage body. She wasn’t popular and wasn’t unknown either. Thinking of this now, I wish I had the power now to go back and save her. Would I choose to tell you to not cheat on your finacee. That possibly could work, for the motive they found was probably her promisquity while engaged. My story goes on with my involvement. To this day I do not know if I was the one who she cheated with that gave her once lover to with blinding rage stab her repetedly, over 90 times. It would be easier if I knew I wasn’t the reason. I arranged for her to come visit. I then led to do what at that point we had done so many times, have sex. She at some point said no, but I didn’t quit. I got her to accept that I had to have her, if but this one last time. How I know now it wasn’t in time worth it. However symbolic it may be. I still to this day haven’t exactly handled sex or done it the best way possible for me. All of my times having sex to this day are trivial and have hardly satisfied. The next thing I heard through a friend about her was the spreading of her death. I soon found it was a lover who I never met, he murdered her for cheating. I was so hurt. I felt guilt and responsibility. It didn’t take me long but I decided that I could make this my first big standout act of faith. I feared and knew that if yes she did cheat, which I did with her. I thought maybe her soul was in hell. I had such a loss. First and most influencial existence of death and further murder in my life. How could something so desireable be desecrated by him with his violence. I felt that I had a chance to make things up and save her soul. There was no other logical solution but going to hell somehow and meeting the devil. I would also like to believe that at some time I just prayed for her soul. I had to have proof that beyond doubt she wouldn’t suffer in eternity. I later conceived the idea. That if I could somehow go to God, get him to give me a message to deliver to the devil. That maybe just maybe “Don’t kill the messenger “exists. It was all I had and I was ready to make it happen. I thought of her and was depressed. I thought in time I will find a way to pray or let my soul free so it could go attain such a message from God. Later I would come to somehow know that the message that I did in fact attain was generally a new peace treaty between Heaven and Hell. This message I only saw in my dreams. Let me explain how I saw the message. It was somehow behind me. I saw myself in a dream reaching behind my shoulder and then an orb of energy appear in my hand I want to say it was glowing green. This was the beginning of the dream, although the dream didn’t last long. Then I had another dream that I was in Hell. It seemed underground. Right before me he was, the devil. He was over 6 feet tall no more than 7. Red skin I can’t say though whether his skin was as if a reptile or fur. I wasn’t getting that much visual precision so to say. What one thing that I did get that I haven’t seen before was a bone extension from each of his shoulders. Three bones twisted together at a fair length. I remember this cause it stood out. I later would say to another that maybe just maybe 666 means a call to all that is the devil, like both of his 3’s, or both shoulders. I cannot say that is what it means though. Continuing with the devils description. He was clearly a Unick. No visible genitalia and he was not clothed. I am not sure how long I was with him, but damned if little old me found the power to be there, to have my chance to bargain for her soul. I wish I could go into more details of the dream, alas a cannot. I will end this dream and experience with this though, his last words were that I could not leave without signing his book. A large book made out of human flesh. OK but I was in hell so I should expect such things. I looked at this book and saw it was alive with a power or magic. Things morphed images on this book. I took the pen atop the book and as I gave myself to sing it, without fear, my name before my eyes burned into the page of the book. The only other thing I can describe after that is the portal he showed me. It was as if the sun was an eye. Within this blazen sun a hologram. It showed me the United States. It wasn't a great path but showed me the path I would take when I got back to Earth. That morning when I woke I was of few thoughts. I didn’t have any one reaction in the dream. I don’t naturally remember many dreams. Not this one. This dream I can never lose this imagery. I can picture it vividly. To me I set to do something and with the power of faith and God, it manifested. Others would later joke hearing about this dream and say I signed my soul over to the devil. Was I not at that point ready to. I don’t feel that is the case. I feel that in those moments I challenged the devil to show he has such versatile and limitless power, that he could train me to do things Gods way, magicial yes miraculous things. I tricked him with his pride. I bartered that after such teachings I would earn from him her soul. To me this meant I did what few mortals can and will ever say. I was in my belief just as capable as going in and out of hell as the mighty Christ himself. He did state that even greater things his followers may do. This would make sense why I already had at that point a yin yang tattoo. Is it a symbol of my balanced strength. My duality if you would. I don’t deny myself that. I can comfortably say that the devil was where I felt was far away. I was now his new connection to Earth. Sure this is a bold claim, I have always stuck by it. If not but to show you how much this means to me. I am going to follow this now ended story with a relevant poem. Untitled the devil is my best friend, I don’t know which one he is, he is hiding looking Christian and pure, he waits with his HI’s and hello's what’s up man... man must he get some kick out of asking me what’s up... he waits, he knows that a throw of glitter on a butterfly will make fairy dust and hurricanes, he waits for the one moment, the very second to stand by my side, that we riddle existence as to who we are and why, its amazing the mortals think we are created by their power, come friend, ask me what’s up now, lets laugh at them soon, The devil my best friend, hiding acting so wrong, by acting right, I know you, you can kill for me and the heavens will sing, lay the dead my feet friend...you needn’t worry or terrible one to man, I know you did as I, you sacrificed all the heaven you had...CUMBYA