Devin – Austin Bunton Designs

Summary/Moral: enjoying your work, loving compatible races, and being an approachable angelic

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Somewhere near Death Valley, between wars/deployments, I met this new Marine when he was assigned to my room; though new to my battalion, I was rarely there anymore (having been seconded out as one of the new instructors for all the battalions passing through that base we were back on), so it was deemed okay for this junior enlisted-man to share the space with me. I actually walked in on him one afternoon, returning through the orange door to our room, finding him sitting on the bunk-bed… not in uniform, we shall say. He was shocked and respectfully apologetic, and the whole situation made it impossible for me to be anything but amused and understanding, speed-bonded as unlikely friends.

Later, he claimed to be an actual demon. His name, I now note, was so close to Devil and Demon; Devin. Maybe it was an intentional fusion of both. Maybe he just wanted to sound badass in bringing that up, as some Devil Dogs do, …or it meant that demons, if he really was one somehow, were a lot nicer than everyone had made them out to be (in the cult / religious-fanatic gathering places, such as human churches); maybe they were human-looking people like him, after all. Was this my first sampling of life and adventures with their breed? Maybe so.

Always fun to be around, he was the example of a good Marine; self-motivated, in good shape, high-spirited, cracking the right kind of jokes, and prone to healthy hobbies such as art and music instead of drinking or smoking. It was a relief to have such a young man as my new roommate, as so many of them in the past had been disasters. We got along just fine in there, both of us probably impressed by the other.

Devin loved video games, and I often saw him playing some. Many were violent, which I completely understood, still (at this time) being a Halo junkie. The sports games, I didn’t fully relate to, but I still got the idea; they were a great way to relax and space out, letting our military-trained bodies and minds recover from the daily stresses they were so religiously put through.

He almost joined my first rock-band; Violent Rebirth, its jam-sessions starting during these formative years –when the four or five of us were in on-base and off-base housing, as well as in our barracks rooms. Those video games held his attention, though, like I’d see them still doing in later post-Corps years, and he was never able to really play the drums like he said he could. It bothered us all, but we almost immediately found our replacement-drummer; Malcolm “X” (for his middle-name, Xenicus) Mardling.

The second time I saw and hung out with Devin, we were both back out of the service, he was writing a novel, and something deleted/lost it all; he more than once told me to save my work, and that he didn’t have it in him to try and rewrite the whole thing. I’ve followed this wise counsel ever since, and it has saved me from multiple hardware failures. I still feel bad for Devin, though; I wish he’d been able to recover his great literary work. (He told us about it with such enthusiasm and clarity, and I could almost picture its main character, based on him like mine is based on me, climbing those icy polar walls in that one part still so present in my mind.)

Years later, we again met, this time at Yosemite’s western edge. It gave me a chance to recover from another of my long road-trips and mega-expeditions… before pushing into the storied national park for my first time. I saw Half Dome and many other interesting sites there, thanks to being able to pause and refit on his new land, and stayed in the first geodesic dome I’d ever been that close to; that was his new home.

This guy used to be in amazing shape during football and the Infantry, but lost it all when he let them put him on the fake med’s they’d been testing on us all. I can’t believe how bad it got for him, and I’m amazed that his wife stayed with him through it all –even earning her PhD at that time! Maybe she was able to help him ween back off and recover what he had, for that time, lost.

Unfortunately, like I said, he gave into all the fake BS from the V.A. well-known for its malpractice and corruption, lost his legendary fitness, let his children remain naked in front of guests at the dinner table, and implied that I was racist for not wanting to sit with them. We had to part ways again –and because of that, that time likely for good. I hope he gets better somehow… and doesn’t do that to guests ever again.

I’ll try to remember this third and final encounter of ours… as him helping me find shelter for a while during the latest of my expeditions to where he’d stayed, and as him giving me my first way into Yosemite, where I spotted more giant trees, possible ancient ruins, and teen hotties almost ready for me. I’ll also focus on my memories of him during our time in, and shortly after, the Marine Corps, in which he was still in better shape and spirits. I’ll remember that he is a fellow artist, gamer, musician, sports player, and writer, and that he, just like me, was met with an unfair situation or two that temporarily got the best of him.

…I’ll also remember that even angels, whether in the sub-classification ‘demons’ or not, are subject to vulnerabilities; I’ll remember that even the angels showing up in my life sometimes need a helping hand, and that I am angelic, if not an actual angel, evident in my works. Maybe the angels need angels, too.

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Quick Bio:

So much in the Bible was left to our imagination. What were the ancient characters really like? This section of each of our Biblor’an pages helps us more accurately picture our own.

Given Name: Devin Jackson
Birthplace/Hometown: ?, California
DOB: ~1990
Hair/Eyes: brown / brown
Height/Weight: ~5’10” / ~200 lbs.
Race/Nationality: ? / American
Distinguishing Features: stocky/muscular/’built’
Common Attire: normal USMC uniforms
Voice/Personality: tenor / focused, sometimes intense, ready to tackle
Education/Career: ? / military
Diet/Health: ?
Preferences/Mannerisms: video games and machineguns / sometimes high-pitched/spirited laughs
Relatives/Descendants: family from the Caribbean, family of his own in CA

Devin’s family came from a Caribbean island, and before that a part of Africa. He was a football star turned U.S. Marine, and both those things kept him very fit, especially compared to his standard-diet relatives. Known for his personality, entertaining crazy laugh (making it clear how much he loved machine-guns, among other military things), and powerful energy (ever ready to tackle someone, though I never saw him do that), he was a force to be reckoned with –and a very good fellow war-fighter. I wonder if I was one of the few people able to naturally calm him down, my own powerful energies balancing his, just as mine seemed to calm and balance everyone else (except my own; I had ‘moments’), and I hope he found other ways of restoring his balance, spirits, and fitness long after we parted ways for the third time.

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Major Influence on Inisfree:

data backups (into all ICVs, BVs, and Ark2s, as well as into the Grid Mind), completing more of my spells (novels), and believing my vision/city is built not just in the waking realm (because visualizing building it in the other realms; dreaming and day-dreaming (imagining/imagination-realm) is just as important, effective, and manifestation-triggering)

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