You probably know the story of how the devil got his title, at least vaguely. Basically, in the beginning we, as our soul-selves or 'higher selves,' tried to design a plan in which we would learn, mostly character traits.

Jesus proposed that we live lives that challenged us, so we would learn from those challenges and thus become closer to God and each other, and more capable of facing evil without succumbing to it. Learn to love our brothers and be firm in the face of our enemies.

Lucifer proposed that we live perfect, flawless lives, pre-structured and no questions, unlike Jesus' plan where it was very possible to mess up and be stuck learning longer. Very 1984, I suppose you could say, with a little "love & light" twist. Of course, there is little you would learn from constant happiness, so Lucifer's idea was rejected.

Like anyone else, he did not enjoy being told he was wrong about something. Ultimately, Lucifer believed that he was just as good, if not better, than God and the souls/angels he favored. To anyone with a Christian or Catholic background, the first thought is probably "The hell he is! He's the devil!"

Good, keep that mindset. Because Lucifer is not as powerful as God or Christ, and ultimately is not as powerful as you, a child of God, can be. The same goes for any of his minions -- totally different level, they aren't competition for you at all, but it does require that you believe in yourself and your God(even if you call him by a different name; there are many roads to heaven).

Of course, just as sin can be tempting, so can Lucifer. He was(and is) very persuasive, and convinced about a third of the angels and spirits that he was right. God cast them out of heaven, thus creating the fallen world.

As good as their exile sounds, you're sitting in the fallen world right now. You can't see them or hear them most of the time, although you may occasionally. The numbers of us who can perceive them has, in recent years, increased. More children are being born psychically sensitive, and more people hitting a stage where they start seeing and hearing what they didn't before. Many people see when they are very young, shut the ability off because they're told it's just their imagination, and then have it resurface later in life.

God only gives us what we are meant to handle that lifetime; I cannot promise that you will see, hear, or sense any of this during your current lifetime. All the same, you should know it's real. We are all here for a reason, and they dislike this. When you hit a spiritual path and start walking down it, be assured that they will attempt to put up roadblocks.

I would say they aren't worth it. God put us in their world as a learning experience. They have much knowledge, but little moral. The things we were sent here to learn, they never learned. You weren't sent here specifically to learn Spanish, but that might be a means of getting to a real goal, maybe you can help someone who speaks the language. The demons can speak any language, but are more likely to use them to scare you than anything else. Our true goals lie in love and self-improvement. Their goals are in stopping those things; in making you feel unloved, in making you hurt others, and in making sure you do not get closer to God.

I, personally, take it as a sign that I am doing good by God if these negative entities are annoyed at me enough to interfere in my life. Oh, you're mad because I'm telling the possessed kid all about you and how to get rid of you? Great! That must be exactly what I'm supposed to do then, thanks.

They will try to stop you, lie to you, tell twisted versions of reality, and whatever else they can to put a wrench in your gears. Don't let them. If you believe in yourself, realize both your good and bad traits, and that God loves you and you are still important to him regardless of your flaws, and still a valuable part in his plan by merit of your good traits, then you have the power in this war.

Even if you can only think of "I am blind to my bad traits" as a bad trait, or "I can see my flaws" as a good trait, they exist.

On a slightly more personal note, I'm apparently in my "awakening" now. I've known the facts on the spiritual world for a long time, but I guess now it's time to do my part against it, and my part to help the rest of you. That requires me to locate the strength to do so within myself. And you can imagine, I have things stalking me that want me to fail at this.

I've been feeling paranoid. You know, like feeling like someone's watching. Once that wore off, yesterday afternoon, I had a vision of this girl I'm pretty sure I've never seen before coming out from the blackness of my closed eyelids. It started with her eye coming into focus, so at first I thought it was just one of those flickers of colour you see when you close your eyes after looking at a light(after all, I had just been on the computer -- it would have made perfect sense). I could hear the usual mess of whispering voices around me, but that didn't really concern me much. I hear this all the time, usually it's harmless, and occasionally I hear spirits in the mess who want to do good things. Short phrases like "I wish we could help them."

This time wasn't one of those, though. I realized as the grey girl began to render inside my eyelids. It was as though her form spread out from her eye. I only let it get to about one side of her face before I jerked up, opened my eyes, and decided this was not a good time for a nap. I went with mom to my brothers speech appointment, which I do not usually do, because I didn't feel like being left alone after this. She confided that the night before, she had a similar vision, but hers was of a older woman, not a younger female like mine. Afterward, she said she fell asleep and had a dream, during which she could feel something pressing on her back. Eventually she realized she was dreaming, and woke herself up, still feeling this mild pain in her back. She step away from it, and whatever it was grabbed her by the leg once before leaving her be.

We got home, and I sat down and played Pokemon Colosseum. I got to thinking that this game is about cleansing black-aura'd pokemon who have had the doors to their hearts shut, by getting them to trust you, so the black aura goes away. Black, as perceived in real-life auras, is a symbol of depression or death. I kinda wanted to laugh at the irony -- a video game about exactly what the spirits don't want me to do? Ironic that dad bought this used game for my birthday this Tuesday? Very ironic, and perhaps not entirely by chance.

Once I shut down all the electronics, there were incessant clickings. These sorts of noises normally only last for a few seconds -- my monitor clicks when it's cooling down. There were much more of them tonight, and they weren't stopping. I knew the printer buzzed even when it was off, as I noticed this when I was on the computer earlier, playing DragonFable. As for video game irony, this year's "Mogloween" event on DF is about getting little spirits make people greedy and incooperative out of them. Funfun?

Anyway, I turned off the power strip. It was the only way to shut the printer up. I didn't think it was a big problem -- my computer used to not even have a surge protector, originally. One night without it couldn't be too dangerous. But it did storm, and it did make my computer freak out.

Now, the printer wasn't making the noise when I turned the strip back on, and the computer, well, it wasn't starting at all. Like, it was just staying on the Compaq screen it flashes at start up. None of the functions keys it listed did anything. I turned it off and on a few times. I prayed to God for whatever was tampering with it to be sent away. Eventually, it turned black after the Compaq screen, mom hit F12 when I called for her. Well, it sat dormant for a few minutes and eventually forwarded to the welcome screen.

Good, man, I thought I was gonna have to start using my laptop and not even have a desktop. I turned the printer on to see if it would start making noises once it was turned off and on again. It responded by making more than just buzzing. It clicked, it sounded like the moving pieces inside were moving randomly, even though it was off. It's stopped that now. Also, mom told me that it makes that sound because it's freshly shut off -- although that would make sense, it continued making noises for about an hour or more last night, while the printer off and I was only playing DragonFable, and counting my cash to be brought to the bank.

Anyway, back to last night. After I shut the power strip off, I found there were still random clicks all around the room. Even with the TV on to distract me, I heard them clearly. I laid there for a few minutes, but they seemed to get louder, rather than quieter. I got up and walked downstairs, Simba doll in arm. I guess the paranoia is making me act like I'm four? "OIHASIOF. SOUNDS. SIMBA. CLING. PROTECT ME. D8" LOL.

I went to the living room where mom was, and plopped on the couch. Something about how plants use us to spread and evolve was on. It kept me from thinking about the noises. Mom asked me stuff about iPod prices(mine's breaking itself slowly). Eventually she stopped asking as much and I started to doze off. I remember opening my eyes several times while in a half-sleep state. I saw her leave, but didn't feel inclined to move. I saw the empty room several times. For some reason I wasn't sinking into full-on sleep. The last few times, instead of an empty room, I saw the area in front of me full of moving ribbons of yellow and red light, and I think orange too. I got up as soon as I had the control to do so and went upstairs, continuing to drag Simba along for the ride.

I found mom still awake. She asked whether I intended to sleep with her tonight. I guessed so, so she told me to go get my pillow. I did this, and turned the alarm in my room off. Both the clock and the thing that usually goes off afterward on my phone(I'm good at turning the first one off and falling back asleep in the morning). Apparently, the spirits told her they were going to fuck me up, and prevent me from doing the things God had intended me to do, and that I wasn't strong enough to fight them. She told them to fuck off and tried protection energy. She started to knock out, and I had been having a dream of sorts already. Internally, I could hear myself running a review of life -- mostly situations with Ben. I assume the connection being he has spirits trying to mess him up too, although for a slightly different reason. He's literally susceptible to them for being depressed and generally weak-willed/cowardly, and I'm just going through this "awakening" thing. Their attraction to me is not fatal, is temporary, etc. It doesn't surprise me much that the dream found it's way back to him, because if they don't want me helping people at all, and I want to help Ben... Well, that's a problem for them, isn't it?

Eventually, everything went black. I could hear muttering and whispering, then the voice I recognize as being me, although I don't think I have any real control over her actions. She snapped at the muttering things, told them they were demons, and to begone, in Christ's name. They muttered back, the only words I could pick out of what they said were "demon" and "Jesus." It was probably something retarded, like them trying to tell me Jesus is a demon or something like that.

I woke up then, and got mom awake. We stayed up talking the rest of the night. I did not go to school today. For the morning time, I was hearing shit. Lots of creaking like someone was walking around upstairs even though mom and I were downstairs. I heard a laugh and couple times, and a cough, both from around the stairs. One of the clocks that's had dead batteries for a long time started ticking, but only going a second forward and jumping back.

James, who I guess you could call mom's fiance, had mentioned trying to send protection. He started hearing things, too. Telling him things like to stay away for mom and I, never associate with us again.

Mom and I tried to sleep. People seemed to feel inclined to call. A friend of moms, a 1-800 number, they called within and hour of each other. An hour later, the phone rang again. It did not register a caller ID. Mom answered it. It spewed gibberish at her. She told them she did not understand what they were saying, a hung up.

Then of course, when I decided to come type this, the computer did it's spazzing as a mentioned earlier.

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2. Each tagged person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 10 people and post their icons on the same journal.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5. No tag-backs."



1. I think my friends suck; they exist, they talk, but they don't really help and often refuse to let me even try helping them.
2. My hair frizzes/curls up in humidity. And lucky me. I live in Florida. GAH! hatehatehate.
3. I smack my computer when it makes weird noises, I might smack you too.
4. Everyone on earth can probably find one song they like on my iPod; my music taste is really that varied.
5. It get better everyday that I don't have to say "I'm sorry, I'm coming home." I don't like doing what you say if I know point-blank that it's wrong, that rule applies to teachers and parents too.
6. I'm very familiar with the sensation of being alone in a room full of people who say(but do not necessarily mean) that they love you.
7. I think people who get hung up over romance are retarded; if it happens, great, but if it doesn't, don't waste your energy complaining, it's not like a lover is the only creature capable of loving you. Heck, they're actually the last person you should expect to genuinely love you.
8. Closed-minded people annoy the shit out of me; I'm gonna come slap your mother someday, Maya. >/
9. I hate classic literature. The language in it usually just isn't compelling to read. Take the Red Badge of Courage for example; the story's fine, but the language is like role playing with one of those wannabe-literate types who rape the thesaurus and mangle the English language with their immature attempts at posting.

Note the basic rule of writing; quality over quantity. Don't write a full paragraph on something that could be said beautifully, clearly, and affectingly in one sentence.
10. Despite what the above comment might lead you to believe, I do like more complicated works, like Stephen King for example. But Stephen Crane was a shit of a writer. Knew lots about war and naught about writing.

I tag:

Yeah, yeah. It said ten, I did three. I know. I'm kinda slack about these journal things.

I'm going to be gone for a couple weeks. Not much time to explain. Basically, if you were waiting on something from me, consider it temporarily put off. Be back soon! <3

To clarify before you read this, liking Twilight does not make you what I'm defining as a 'Twitard.' This, rather, applies to people who defensively poise themselves over the series, and resort to hurting or slandering other people to do so.

First off, Stephanie Meyer is not necessarily a bad writer. But her creative ideas suck. Twilight, while popular, does not teach any real moral lessons, and as Stephen King mentioned, seems to be angled at teenage girls. I'd like to add that it's usually stupid teenage girls who end up Twitards. Really stupid teenage girls.

Oh, that's right, didn't you know? Stephen King, king of horror, thinks Stephanie Meyer isn't a good writer, and he's right, too. Although her wording and descriptive skills aren't bad, her creative skills suck, and that is part of writing.

Now you'd think, with a title like 'king of horror' people would realize that he's a bigshot writer and probably knows what he's talking about when he says J.K. Rowling's good and Stephanie Meyer bites. But no, actually. Instead a flock of mentally retarded Twitards jumps the gun with comments like "He's just jealous," and "Stephen King can't write for shit."

They use defenses like 'I couldn't understand his books' or 'they're all sadistic.' Reality check, people -- just because you aren't intelligent enough to read a Stephen King novel does not mean they aren't completely amazing to the people who can read them. And sadistic? They're horror novels, pal. They're supposed to be. Why don't you go watch Teletubbies if you can't handle that?

Honestly, people making stupid comparisons, and saying King's books suck because they're scary and Meyer rules because hers aren't... What part of horror novel do you people not grasp?

People like different kinds of literature. That is normal, that is acceptable, that is to be expected. When you start denying the right for other kinds of literature the right to be just as good in their own ways, you're just being stupid. I've never written horror myself, but I still realize Stephen King's books are great. Why can't you?

There's this thing called 'variety,' and it's a fantastic thing. You should be grateful for it, it makes life a heck of a lot more interesting.

I had an ex-Twitard for a classmate. Want to know how she got the 'ex' part? She realized real life isn't like Twilight -- relationships don't come out that perfect. The reality is, even if you found your true love, there are going to be conflicts, mostly internal, emotional conflicts. On that note, go read Cujo. It's a Stephen King book, and it does rather nicely at portray this.

I got Cujo from my school library. You can probably do the same. Twilight isn't Eragon, and it isn't Harry Potter. It's not amazing. There are countless other cruddy teen romances out there, granted that most of them aren't as long as Twilight. So why does Twilight get so much attention?

I've read better teen oriented romance books. I've been into books that weren't really 'amazing,' I just liked them anyway, like Warriors. Aggressive fans are a bummer, and they make the legitimate fans look bad.

I've read a story regarding someone getting chemicals poured on them by a Twilight fan for telling her to close the book and pay attention to the lecture in class. It goes too far, it does.

I don't care if you love Twilight more than you love your family; but you really do need to grow up, people.

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Tagged by

Q: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:
A: "Crystal needs just 6-8 inches of snow to open" (What?)

Q: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:
A: "Crystal looks like a faggot in this pic" (LMAO x3)

Q: Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:
A: "What do you do when Pokemon Crystal says the save file has been corrupted?" (Ooooh-kay. Now, you see, this is why I always preferred Silver. I feel tacky for sharing my name with a video game. xD)

Q: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:
A: "Crystal wants to dress you like a rich iraqi."

Q: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:
A: "Crystal DOES IT BEST♥." (Ah, the great things Myspace turns up in Google. xD)

Q: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:
A: "Crystal hates myspace like woah." (That's actually true.)

Q: Type in "[your name] asks" in Google search:
A: "Crystal asks: What's going on in the Slam Van?" (That makes no sense.)

Q: Type in "[your name] goes" in Google search:
A: "Crystal Goes Psychotic On Twyla!" (Yeah for psychosis! But... Twyla..?)

Q: Type in "[your name] likes " in Google search:
A: "Crystal likes to express herself in a way that lets other girls know that "it is sexy as hell to have ink."" (Except that I totally hate tattoos, right?)

Q: Type in "[your name] eats " in Google search:
A: "Crystal Eats Snow."

Q: Type in "[your name] wears " in Google search:
A: "See results for: crystal was arrested for" (Why do I think this is more about what someone didn't wear than what they did...? o.0)

Q: Type in "[your name] was arrested for" in Google Search
A: "Playboy Playmate Crystal McCahill Arrested for DUI, Hottest Mugshot Ever?" (I'm slightly disturbed, how 'bout you?)

Q: Who do you tag?
A: anyone who wants to try.