Fallen From Grace

Am I Doing The Right Thing?

It was through praying to Jehovah I gave up watching witch films so The Witches, including the newest Hansel and Gretel. These new and improved witches in modern times terrified me anyway, it was nothing like the basic fundamentals of what made a witch a witch her green skin, the crooked nose her pointy hat and a broom to fly on. Now, in modern day times they'd made it into something more terrifying. That one film that plagued my dreams as a child - that one film that to this day reminds me of that face of what I never want to see again - has been used similarly in other films where there are indeed witches!

So as I was listening to Ellen and Sharon one day and they explained that there are certain films and programs designed to help Satan lead us all into temptation it included witchcraft and obviously it was an area for me to work on that I may get pulled into the dark arts.

"It's not like they're real, right?"

Never would I have ever guessed what answer they gave.

"Oh, they're real."

They couldn't be. Even though my subconscious believed it I had to try telling myself that I was silly and it was a figmentation of my imagination before I went to bed when all the lights were out and it was dark and keep my mind safe.

"Witches are real?"

I didn't quite believe it. I had to tell myself and partly believe I was silly to be able to do anything in the night.

"Yes."

Sharon went on to explain. "For example people who dabble in the craft, if they practice it or try to think they are witches if they do it often enough they will attract a certain kind of spirit. There are spirits all around us."

"We went to a house this once," Sharon talked. "We went there and we both got invited in and we sat down and had a cup of tea with the woman. It's not very often we do this we usually just talk at the door but she, like you was lovely, friendly - quite young, and we chatted about different things. We prayed together and left the Watch Tower with her and then about a week later when we went to visit she told us we couldn't come in. I asked what the matter was at the door and she didn't like to say."

Then there is me on the opposite side of the table in suspense and remaining quiet to find out what happened next.

"She said, a spirit in the house wouldn't allow us to come back in, that he understood she was visited by two Jahovahs witnesses the other week and wasn't allowing it."

"She said that?"

I did throw suspicion into my eyebrow raise.

"Yeah. She told us. She said he'd already punished her because she let us in. She said, "he doesn't want me speaking with you because I'll get punished again."

She paused as the two women were nodding in agreement.

"The woman was terrified and wanted us to leave because she wasn't allowed to speak with us ever again because of our teachings."

Sharon and Ellen equally held grim faces and gave slight nods that everything they were saying was true and that they lost some one to dark practises. I don't know why but I imagined the encounter to be quite chilling. I imagined the house this lady would live in to be old, with victorian wood because that's what I associated with houses of that time period where the wood was so dark there could be evil spirits in the ceilings and the walls. I imagined she would be in her mid fifties with her hair tied back wearing a grey cardigan and then the door half opening whilst this woman delivered her message - kind of in a movie, a bit like in Jumangi when Alan tries to find the next player on his board game realising he's got to play it to the end to make it all go away and tries to convince Sarah Whittle to play.