I’m glad it’s Wednesday. I want to tell you about my nightmares. Maybe if I blog about them they’ll go away. The nightmares are all the same, and they’re about the scarecrow “gods.”
Yeah, I know. I’m sounding a little crazy. Carter is always telling me I’m crazy. But not about this because he saw them too; they were real! Here’s what happened. While traveling through the land of Dearth, we came to this wilderness filled with scarecrows--thousands of scarecrows as far as the eye could see. They were so creepy. And things happened that made us think they might even be alive.
Each scarecrow had a crow perched on top of its head, staring at us. Then things got really bad when a witch showed up--a real, warts and all, fairytale type witch! She demanded that we select one of the scarecrows (She called them gods.), kneel down to it, and let out ten drops of our blood onto the ground. She even had this strange knife with a curved blade and a wooden handle to cut us with. The witch told us that if we paid this tribute to the “gods” that we could continue on our way.
Carter picked up right away that if we paid tribute to these scarecrow “gods,” we would regret it. And boy, was he right. We managed to escape the witch. It is an exciting tale. You can read about it in the book “Beyond the Dead Forest” at http://beyondthedeadforest.com/. We found out later that the witch wasn’t alone. She controlled a pack of vicious wolves. The wolves would come to the witch by night and get the scent of anyone who spilled their blood before a scarecrow. Then they would hunt the unfortunate person down, and provide the witch with a true sacrifice and meal.
We had another run in with the witch, only that time she had her wolves with her, but that exciting story will have to wait for another Wednesday. The thing that has been bothering me and giving me nightmares is how easily people tend to give in and take the easy way out of bad situations. The easiest thing for Carter and me to do would have been to shed a few drops of blood and be done with it. But that’s the problem; we wouldn’t have been done with it. We would have signed our death warrants.
Then there’s the matter of someone forcing their beliefs on us. It’s a good thing Carter and I put our trust in The Guardian. The witch was a servant of the Adversary. The Adversary was determined to lead us astray, and he used the witch to try and trick us into making a bad choice that would destroy us. Being around The Guardian gave us strength, courage, and a growing sense of wisdom. We still made mistakes while in Dearth. We weren’t perfect, but we began to understand about making good life decisions that might be hard to make at the time, but would pay off in the end.
You know, I think I do feel better getting this out. I don’t think I’ll be dreaming about the witch and her wolves tonight. Thanks for listening.
Yeah, I know. I’m sounding a little crazy. Carter is always telling me I’m crazy. But not about this because he saw them too; they were real! Here’s what happened. While traveling through the land of Dearth, we came to this wilderness filled with scarecrows--thousands of scarecrows as far as the eye could see. They were so creepy. And things happened that made us think they might even be alive.
Each scarecrow had a crow perched on top of its head, staring at us. Then things got really bad when a witch showed up--a real, warts and all, fairytale type witch! She demanded that we select one of the scarecrows (She called them gods.), kneel down to it, and let out ten drops of our blood onto the ground. She even had this strange knife with a curved blade and a wooden handle to cut us with. The witch told us that if we paid this tribute to the “gods” that we could continue on our way.
Carter picked up right away that if we paid tribute to these scarecrow “gods,” we would regret it. And boy, was he right. We managed to escape the witch. It is an exciting tale. You can read about it in the book “Beyond the Dead Forest” at http://beyondthedeadforest.com/. We found out later that the witch wasn’t alone. She controlled a pack of vicious wolves. The wolves would come to the witch by night and get the scent of anyone who spilled their blood before a scarecrow. Then they would hunt the unfortunate person down, and provide the witch with a true sacrifice and meal.
We had another run in with the witch, only that time she had her wolves with her, but that exciting story will have to wait for another Wednesday. The thing that has been bothering me and giving me nightmares is how easily people tend to give in and take the easy way out of bad situations. The easiest thing for Carter and me to do would have been to shed a few drops of blood and be done with it. But that’s the problem; we wouldn’t have been done with it. We would have signed our death warrants.
Then there’s the matter of someone forcing their beliefs on us. It’s a good thing Carter and I put our trust in The Guardian. The witch was a servant of the Adversary. The Adversary was determined to lead us astray, and he used the witch to try and trick us into making a bad choice that would destroy us. Being around The Guardian gave us strength, courage, and a growing sense of wisdom. We still made mistakes while in Dearth. We weren’t perfect, but we began to understand about making good life decisions that might be hard to make at the time, but would pay off in the end.
You know, I think I do feel better getting this out. I don’t think I’ll be dreaming about the witch and her wolves tonight. Thanks for listening.
Really creepy experience. There's no way I would've let myself get cut. I did read that idolatry was a form of subjecting someone to serving the devil.
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