Published by Because of my pen-name, and because I can see already… I am being established as a religious writer. I feel that it is important to write this article, now… in the beginning.
First, let me tell you. I do not write religious things, I am not religious, I do not evangelize, and I am hardly a Christian. Because Christ testifies that I am his friend? That does not mean that I live by his law, nor does it mean that I follow his every command. Neither do I teach them. It merely means that I am writing a law under his tutelage.
I am an Illuminist monk. The only Illuminist monk existing in this day. Further, I have no followers and have accepted no followers. Further-further, I desire no followers. My order of Christianity is the oldest order known to man and history. All hand-written Bibles came from the Illuminist scrolls of Egypt and Syria. Christ chose Illuminists to be the first order to transcribe the Ghost Spells, God Speed, Ghospells, what-ever one may want to call the word, or gospel.
I chose to write philosophy. Simply because I am a trained scribe of Christ, does not mean that I am writing any religious material. I write scripture all the time. That does not mean that I have posted any scripture. I am merely posting philosophy, and writing, because I refuse to beg for alms.
To give you an example of why you do not desire me to be your religious inspiration, let me give you an example. Today, I had lunch with Yahweh. (“Oh no you didn’t, oh yes you did!”). Christ was obviously there. Yahweh asked that I seat in Heaven its self, on the throne as the Holy Spirit. I said, “Get that piece of garbage away from me. It has nothing to do with me, it is your throne. Quite frankly, I don’t like your impartiality and that’s why I am not your friend today. Keep your throne, you don’t need me. You just need everyone.” Those are the kind of things I say to Yahweh, and Christ does not intimidate me either. His compassion merely prolongs suffering. And quite frankly, in my own way… I have suffered far worse, far more worse than he.
I do not lay claim to be greater than Christ. Perhaps my biggest on-going boast to He himself is that I am not; neither because of sin and nor because of the Father; because it is my will. Although, there exists some crucial aspects of his doctrine which are at odds with mine. I believe in conviction, not merely the forgiveness leading unto; whether condemnation or mercy. I do not merely minister hell. I do not turn the other cheek and I dedicate far more of the time I have available… to law enforcement, prison guards (law enforcement), military personnel, and just wars. I consider war a virtue, and I justify that virtue using the word. And the Lord said, here are two…
I am an elitist who believes in nepotism, and faith which is not merely accounted as righteous… but is righteous. Even my weakness is something that God himself has fed me, not the devil. I do not accept weakness from the devil, only from God himself. I use the word Lucifer as simply as I use the name Michael. And, I am an Illuminist… if that did not say it all, I do not imagine what will. Only, We are banned from the holy church. Christ himself is our only defense.
People, I will tell you. I am something to believe in. My order, my doctrine, my Christ is Christ. Although, right now is hardly the time. I believe in absolute and immediate conviction. Not merely because Christ believes my doctrine is righteous, because I am righteous. Just as thousands of real men and woman who are not Christ, have been before. Job, Mary, Elizabeth and Zachariah. Even Mohammed. Read your Bible again and see what it says in Luke. Elizabeth and Zachariah were judged with no sin in every aspect of the law and faith. Three wise men brought the righteous God gifts. There is one difference, no human on earth was tested as ceaselessly as Jesus. That is what makes his suffering to be the greatest, not even by ancestry did Christ deserve that. Plenty of humans suffer more, he promised that when he said that we would do greater things.
Christ was reserved the dignity of having strength before God. I am not reserved that dignity. I am weak, run over in every way, and then expected to just be me and make the greatest thing happen (which I do every time, flawlessly). If you can relate to that, you can relate to me spiritually. I may look like Caesar himself, and I conquer the world three times by brunch… guaranteed. But, my spirit… is weak unto God. That, is my secret. Something that no one ever sees, a wave tossed by the winds of his hand… within.
