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supernatural,
demon,
angel,
Legion,
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Craig Taylor,
Damnation Books,
corruption of man
by yourself there were two forces with you, just like there are with everyone else, all the time. Everyday people face choices and they respond naturally. Good people generally do the right thing; bad people generally do the wrong thing. Every now and then they do the opposite because they were influenced by the other force. When you stole the orange you were being guided by a bad force, even though you were only nine. Once you did, that was all they needed to keep guiding you down a wrong path, continuing until you do something that tips the scales. You do become a bad person.”
“In your case, when you started choking, your good force leaned in and whispered the lesson. It literally spoke in your ear. Like some people, you heard it. What did you do? When you coughed up the orange, you went and knocked on the door, admitted to the old lady you stole one of the oranges off her tree. She smiled and thanked you for your honesty, and said you could help yourself as long as you left some for her family. The bad force lost you that day, because you carried that lesson with you forever. Whenever you were tempted to be dishonest or do something bad you remembered the lesson about consequences and did the right thing. Sometimes it was in the forefront of your mind, other times it was at the back, but you always remembered it and it has affected all of your actions.”
“Everyday people are being taught lessons. Some listen, some don’t. Some try to be good and fail, some are successful, and others work to be bad. Every day, bad forces are trying to recruit everybody, and every day, good forces are trying to prevent them. We teach people lessons which carry them through life. Some people hear them, a lot of people don’t, but we keep trying, because everybody is here for a reason. Everybody will be judged one day, whether they were good or bad. Some people hear lessons and forget; the whole thing runs continuously.”
“It all sounds very TV’s ‘Charmed,’” John said dryly. “If I’m so receptive to good, why hadn’t I heard it before or after?”
“You had, and you responded; but like many, you took the lesson and forgot about it later. Remember the time you had a car crash that normally would have killed you? Remember you walked away without a scratch?”
John didn’t reply.
“Remember what you were thinking about just before that accident?”
John shook his head, knowing exactly what Christopher was talking about.
“You were thinking about killing yourself. You were lonely and had no money. You contemplated suicide and, whether you would have done it, it was a dangerous road to go down. The bad would have offered to lend a helping hand at some point. What happened next?”
“I had a huge crash that wiped out my new car! Was that a lesson or gift? Nice one!”
“Yes, it was a lesson. You crashed into a vehicle driven by an elderly lady at high speed, and neither one of you was hurt. What did you do afterwards? You realized how precious life was, realized you didn’t have it that bad, got positive and started to enjoy life, and did well for a while.”
“Oh, so good made me smash into a poor old lady to teach me a lesson? How helpful of her!” He tried to sound as sarcastic as possible.
“Maybe she had a lesson to learn or a message to hear and got the same result. Maybe her family had the lesson to learn. Maybe they were taking her for granted and this accident made them realize life is short; she was old and wouldn’t be around for much longer, and this made them realize they needed to start treating her better. Remember, the accident was right outside her house. She pulled out of her driveway and her family came running to her. Remember how surprised she seemed at their attention? You just never know, John, no one does.”
The terrible noise started up again in the distance. There was a change in the atmosphere and John felt it instantly. The light began fading at the edges, slowly being
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