THE THREE EVILS

The "Three Evils", are Qemetiel - Belial - Athiel as these great Gods rule over beyond the veils of time, outside of the "tree of death". The Christian lies were born long before the white man began to dominate America, which is now the New Roman Empire, but religion is not all they lied about. Christianity was already being practiced among Jewish people and many others it was formed and made up and over the years it was shaped and reshaped and molded to fit the agenda of politics, controlling the masses as America began to rise. Now it's believed by many that America is a Christian country, but that in itself is a lie. If America is Christian then why are politicians creating war and murdering people for profit? The white man is a murderer and hypocrite, a nonbeliever in the Creator and laws of the universe, the powers within the cosmos. Christians are here to profit from those lies that are self-serving through any church that is constructed. Those same Christians are here to profit from death and destruction which in turn I believe the Gods will destroy and eliminate this Human race in the next 100 years if man doesn't do it first.

At the same time, the church has brainwashed the masses into believing that Jesus will walk the earth and judge man for his sins, but what if they're wrong? What if the entire story is a lie? Yet all those fallen angels have been demonized because of man's lies to control the people. I have no doubt the wars in heaven and hell began long before man was created. I was never brought up in a religious or traditional home, but I have discovered there is far more to this fairytale of Adam and Eve and the process of how creation began. The three evils were created out of necessity, this world of people can't be all good, what purpose would that serve? Yet I've had the experience of feeling the power of Belial and it is amazing and almost addicting. As this great Spirit was here during the process of creation, and Belial knows all the secrets of that creation and man.

Let's turn our channels to something that I've come to realize within these false organizations of Government and organizations of music and movies. Those who call themselves gatekeepers and control the prison systems are also controlling the industry of music and movies, which keep the masses entertained. However, as many of you might have noticed, the filth these "gatekeepers" are forcing people to do is being fully exposed. Homosexuality, murder, imposing practices of witchcraft, and the devil keep those who desire money and fame at the mercy of those same false "gatekeepers". It all has to do with human trafficking, sexual favors, abuse, and murdering people if they choose to work in the industry, but if they go against the establishment of an industry that buys actors who are merely slaves for profit those people might end up dead or destroyed.

This movie industry has created numerous films based on the devil, Lucifer, witchcraft, and possession over the human mind and body, some claiming to be true experiences others are serious exaggerations. Some of those films were for the other side such as the bible, and the "Ten Commandments" These are the seeds that are planted in the minds of society, pushing the thoughts of God and the Devil to cause separation. It keeps people in check, in fear and religion to continue to financially provide for the church. The more money you give to the church, the more God will bless you. Maybe, maybe not? Today God is known by so many names, Yawhew, Kether, Father of Aeons, Creator, and the generic of all names, God. Frankly, I have no idea who God is but I do believe most religions are praying to the wrong God and lying to the people at the same time all for profit. It's amazing how easy it is to fool people.

Throughout time and in many books written people have changed the names and concepts of the "three evils", but these names are the original and there is nothing more evil than man himself. If these demons were as bad as man tries to convince the human race, then why haven't they wiped us out? Now I'm not saying metaphysical evil doesn't exist, it does, but do you have an understanding of how far that is into the cosmos? Parasitic energy is more likely to betray you knowing of your thoughts and feelings because that is what it thrives. Your thoughts and feelings. It can attach itself to you and I believe it is closer to the earth realm. I have experienced parasitic energy but it's rooted in how people feel deep within their own souls, your emotions, but you can banish it away or keep it at bay. Other than that any spirit such as Belial or Lucifer or any other Goetia you would need to work at getting their attention to work with you at that is a challenge. Frankly, I don't sense they need to go out of their way to destroy us, the human race has done a good job of that already. The root of evil is SEPARATION. It's not the glamour you were seeking but it carries significance when you look at society and the damage politics have done to the human race, understand now?

As for the losers in the movie and music business, it's all a lie, an illusion. None of these people have any understanding of "spiritual ascension". The money is a lie, but we are all guilty of greed. Money only seems important, but it's not. Yet people have killed for it, stolen for it, and created war to profit from it. Those same people are abusive, filled with greed, lack any real talent, and have sold their ass and soul like a common whore all in the name of money and for all the wrong reasons but it's NOT the DEVIL, it's PEOPLE! As for Belial since I haven't found much information about him I prefer to believe he stems from the second world that was created, his essence was a part of that world, and it's the reason of essence that Belial can't be destroyed.

MEXICAN DEVIL OF JALISCO

The Mexican Devil of Jalisco has been dead for over 2000 years, but his soul never rests. His spirit wanders the wastelands and mountains and at times indigenous people who live on the land can hear his wild laugh as he rides his horse through the darkness of the woods. His skeleton face with hollow sockets where eyes should be are of blackness with a small shimmer of light, deep within the holes. All of his teeth are in place but when he laughs, it's rough and monstrous as if this Mexican Devil has another soul to revenge and torture. Let me indulge you, me’ amigo, Alejandro Cruz was once a man, a simple man living on the prairie with his family, his lovely wife, and two children Alex who was only seven years old, and his twin sister Mary.

Alejandro Cruz, came from a small town Tapalpa. He attended a school on the prairie as the only child of Hector and Elvira Cruz having no siblings his only brother died of tuberculosis as an infant. Hector and Elvira wanted the best for their son to leave this town and become a man of money and power, but after the revolution, of 1910-1920 everything changed. Families were broken, kept in poverty struggling to have anything they worked for was soon taken away, men were killed, and their wives were kidnapped. Many people quickly moved far away to never be heard from for those who could escape. During the war people's lives were murdered in cold blood the same as Alejandro's parents were killed by soldiers trying to colonize the last of the Mexican people.

This time in his life was tragic being a young boy with no relatives he could depend on to be sent to a group home, but when he turned 18, he walked out the front door refusing to be subjected to the abuse of Father Topaz. The priest wore a long black cloak with a coldness in his eyes, and short dark hair, and his lips were red and chapped. Alejandro knew he had to run as far away as possible to escape this priest's harsh hand and his essence of death. He always viewed Father Topaz's heart as black as a stone and hard to break. The sun was rising as he came upon a river bank, and he stopped to rest and drink the water that flowed downstream, he knew a town had to be close by, so he quickly drank water and began again, he needed to reach a town with people who could help, someone had to be alive. After walking miles in the heat, the school and Father Topaz seemed years away, he was exhausted with no food and water he soon came upon a town just like he knew there would be. A store, just as he hoped to find, and began to run all the way downhill. He soon came upon an old man sitting outside. Help me, please, Alejandro collapsed. 

The old man picked Alejandro up, he could feel his bones, oh lord please don't let this boy die on me, the old man said. He laid him on the cot inside the store and placed a cool towel on his head, a few hours later Alejandro awoke to the old man staring at him. Are you okay mijo, the old man asked? Yes I think so, replied Alejandro where am I? You are on the outskirts of Jalisco Mexico, this place was caught between the cities, so it doesn't have a name, the people just say it's on the outskirts as a collective we claimed this land to live on and stay close as a community, were farmers share everything. I am Manuel, welcome, what is your name the old man asked? Alejandro Cruz. My god you have walked a long way, the old man said, se' responded Alejandro. I need water please and I need food, my stomach. Yes, of course, said the old man as he rushed over to the stove and poured a bowl of chicken soup and cornbread. Alejandro thanked the man for being so kind, and the old man responded, you may sleep here tonight. You may stay as long as you wish. I live alone and have a warm fire and plenty of food. I enjoy company, as it's just my old dog and myself. You are welcome as my guest in my home if you need anything please don't hesitate to ask.

I am very tired and have a long way to go tomorrow. Well, then eat up and get all the rest you need, I will fix my favorite breakfast, "eggs benedict" before you go. See you in the morning the old man replied. As Alejandro gulped his food from hunger, he quickly slept deeply and his dreams began to haunt him in the night, only to awake screaming Elena's name. It was a dream within a dream, he remembered when he was a boy and the old man helped him, but at that moment Alejandro forgot where he was which was not the old man's store. Those years have passed and the memories of his life with his family felt as if it to was a dream. Alejandro's sweat dripped off his forehead as he tried to catch his breath, his emotions reflected beautiful Elena and he quickly became enraged with anger remembering the murder of his wife and children. Those bloody Spaniards are going to pay for killings, especially Rivera he thought. I'm going to fucken kill that piece of shit if it's the last thing I do before my death.

Sgt. Renato Rivera is a tall man who appears as "white trash" but is Latino of Spanish descent, with dirty blonde hair and piercing green eyes. The memories, Alejandro couldn't escape the memories of his wife in the hands of this murderer remembering her screaming for help as Rivera snapped her neck without a second thought. Elena refused the advances of Rivera and his propositions. He tried to have his way with her and during their fight, she scratched him so deep with her nails that he now has a scar under his right eye, 2 inches deep. Hey, are you okay? I heard you yelling. Yes, responded Alejandro it was a bad dream. I see well, I have a cure for that, whiskey is the best in town, come have a drink with me, and then I make us some breakfast. You shouldn't travel on an empty stomach. Thank you senior, but I need to go. 

Nonsense come on I am not a busy man and have many friends, okay thank let me wash up, senior' what is your name? Pedro Padilla nice to meet you. This guy was middle-aged and owned a bar in a village a town on the outskirts with a population of 1000 people.

Alejandro's blood boiled to the "point of no return", trying to shake those bad memories, but knowing he can't as his anger is ammunition he needs to kill that mother fucker. The Spaniards intentions, WERE TO kill the people and take over the town during the colonization and it was a success. White-skinned Spaniards are Latinos who see themselves as white (not men of color, which they are) as white men with racist thinking and believing themselves to be better than people with darker skin color. Since many Spaniards have blonde hair and blue eyes, they don't see themselves as people of color. One of their reasons for attacking this small town that sits on the edge of Tapala which was once a peaceful place has now been terrorized with hate and violence against the Mexican people. One of the deadly sins is now "revenge".

The Spaniards rode their horses into town one cold night burning down homes and terrorizing the people, raping and killing, a town Alejandro once lived in. These men wanted the land and their mission was to rape women and take them hostage, but Alejandro's wife was a fighter, Rivera saw Elena as the most beautiful woman he laid his eyes on and wanted Elena for himself, but she rejected his advances and spit in his face with disgust, leaving him with a scar across his face. The soldiers who invaded Ajejandro's home were going to beat the children and just as River walked into the house he stopped the soldiers in their tracks and approached Elena when he saw her Rivera said, "Nothing will happen to you or the children as long as you leave with me, be my wife and you will live well, like a Queen. No, responded Elena, my husband, I love him I will never leave my husband, he is the father of my children we are a family. Rivera replied, why would a beautiful woman be with a man who can't provide a homemade for a Queen? Elena yelled NO I am not a Queen, I am a simple woman and will not leave Alejandro, he is the love of my life.

Have it your way, Rivera replied, turning to his soldiers with a fierce look, as they grabbed Elena by her arms and pushed her out of the room, she was taken away. The children were screaming with fear and were sent to another area away from their mother. As the children's screams got louder, Elena cried out for them, but now she heard nothing, it was silent and Elena fell to the ground with pain in her heart. The soldier took her and asked her one last time, she spit in his face and he snapped her neck just as Alejandro ran through the door yelling her name. It was now a fight to the death, as the two men fought punching and choking Rivera's soldiers came in and shot Alejandro dead. His soul has now risen from the ashes to a pact with a spirit of the blackest DEVIL in witchcraft, he now rides seeking revenge as the Mexican Devil in Jalisco.

This story is my own, made up of the imagination I possess. I sometimes allow my thoughts to run wild, and other times ideas come to me, so I write them down not to forget in hopes one day I might just publish them.