http://www.narniafans.com/forum Chronicles of Narnia and C.S. Lewis Fan Discussion Forum en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 04:52:24 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/images/tdlimg/misc/rss.jpg http://www.narniafans.com/forum http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26400&goto=newpost Sat, 21 Nov 2009 00:00:37 GMT Why should Lewis get all the fun (though I use the term "fun" very loosely)? Based on C.S. Lewis' "The Screwtape Letters."

This "story" is one I feel I wanted to write as a means of personal reflection and bettering myself. Advice of all types (whether literary or theologically) are accepted.

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This letter is from Palegrit, a demon that resides in lower Hell, to my tempter Hailblud. I cannot say when it was written. It could have been from years ago, or could have been yesterday.

My dear Hailblud,
Looking over your progress, I have seen that you have been working hard on your patient since the last time you've written to me, and while your patient still subscribes to the Enemy's camp, I can see you chipping away at his defense.
I note that in your last letter, you have written that your patient is continuously praying for salvation from a sin he has continued to commit. Do not think that for a moment that this request for forgiveness is necessarily a bad thing to our cause. Though any prayer for repentance is poison, if performed right, you should be able to turn him away from the Enemy without him even knowing.
My advise for the present moment is this: keep your patient focused on that sin, and as few others as possible. What your patient seems to forget is that people commit many sins every day. Whatever you do, don't let your patient figure this out. What we want him to think is something along the lines of "If it wasn't for this sin, I would be 'good'."
This is a useful strategy because it not only leads your patient to commit more sins, it keeps them from repenting of those sins! When he focuses on one of them, the (many) others that he has will be thrown to the side, and, if you are lucky, quickly forgotten. It is like a student focusing their attention on passing a history course because it is their worst subject, and ignoring all other courses, despite them being just as bad.
In your last letter, you also stated that your patient has committed those sins over and over, and continues to ask for forgiveness. What do you mean by telling me this? Do you wish my advice? If that is so, your training, I'm afraid, must have been very poor, and I will have to write to your alma mater regarding that matter.
Nevertheless, you have succeed in making the first step. I see that you have isolated him, making him think that he is alone with this problem. Remember, the filthy vermin known as people are "social" creatures. They rely on each other for support. I applaud you efforts in making him feel alone, for this will make him even easier to manipulate. If possible, make him question his salvation. Make him think, "I cannot be a Christian because I am still sinning." While at the surface, this strategy does not work, built upon a foundation of isolation, it can become a powerful tool in your arsenal.
My associates have informed me that your patient is friends with many modernists and the like. While this could be a good thing in time, for now, your patient seems to be strong in faith. In fact, you describe him as wanting to bring them over to the Enemy. However, you can also use this opportunity to trap him.
Despite popular belief, you should encourage your patient that he is a Christian, and as such, should be a beacon to the world. The ironic thing is that is just wants the Enemy wants. He wants his "children" to be examples of Christendom. But quickly change what an "example" is. Mention any noble characteristics which your patient feels he has a lack of, charity, nobility, but especially sinlessness! Don't make it complete sinlessness, for even those with a basic trust in the Enemy will know that this is impossible, but a "relative" sinlessness. Talking only about a part of the truth can be just as dangerous as a lie. And here in lies your advantage.
Without your patient knowing, always make "relative" moral behavior one step higher that he is; an unobtainable goal. He should be ashamed of the fact that he sins all of the time. But the final blow, the snapping of the trap, comes next.
Because your patient commits sins, and feels he should should be a sign of Christendom (i.e. without sin), the next step you must perform is to make him think that to be a Christian, he must keep his sins bottled inside of him! That will be the delicious fruit of your labor. Keep his vice bottled up inside him. Make him think that announcing his sins would be a tragedy, for if he does, the materialist friends that look at him for a Christian example will be disillusioned. In this way, he makes himself a hero. He, at the sacrifice of himself, will save others. This image as him, as a Hercules or Arthur must be in his mind. He will feel he is acting like a noble man.
However, I must warn you that there is a way out for your patient. Remember, as I stated previously, that he must think a Christian should be as sinless as possible. You must, with all your ability, prevent him from remembering the whole truth. The Enemy, of course, does want those of his camp to be as moral as possible, but the biggest part, the real "example" He is talking about is showing others that they are saved. You remember with agony the Enemy's actions that allowed people to enter his domain. This is the true spirit of what Christians are to show. You must not let your patient see that his sinful nature do not keep him from doing good. For the entire plot unravels if he should do so.
Yours,
Palegrit
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Now it's your turn! I didn't open up this forum just for me. I would like to see what your demon might say about yourself (at any point in your life), somebody you know, or just an "everyman". I may write more letters later, but I would really like to see you guys try this. ]]> PuzzleGlum http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26400 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26399&goto=newpost Fri, 20 Nov 2009 22:22:23 GMT Could you guys pray for my Boyfriend I'm not really sure what's wrong with him. All I know is last night he was feeling dizzy and now he feels a little weird :[ ]]> Prayer Requests Peace Maker http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26399 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26398&goto=newpost Fri, 20 Nov 2009 20:44:48 GMT Can someone please make me a banner if you know me then you can pick what fits me :] if you don't PM me please . ]]> Brush of Unicorn and Hide of Bull Peace Maker http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26398 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26397&goto=newpost Fri, 20 Nov 2009 17:27:08 GMT Second edition of "Who is the most obsessed?"
Original thread:
http://www.narniafans.com/forum/show...=obsessed+poll

There are A LOT of obsessed people on here. TONS. So nominate the person you think is the most obsessed (also tell what the obsession is) and I'll make a poll.
No self nominating though.

Also, I know there are lots of CT obsessed people (and I'm one of them) but for this particular thread I'm gonna say you can't nominate people for CT obsesstions since there are so many.

Nominate away! ]]> The Land of Duffers Shadow_Kitty http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26397 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26396&goto=newpost Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:21:39 GMT In the movie Aslan offers to those Telmarines who may wish it to go build a home in a island right here on Earth but what Island where they reffering too? The UK itself? Was CS Lewis proclaiming the Telmarines as the first humans that inhabited the british isles themselves or some other island?... In the movie Aslan offers to those Telmarines who may wish it to go build a home in a island right here on Earth but what Island where they reffering too? The UK itself? Was CS Lewis proclaiming the Telmarines as the first humans that inhabited the british isles themselves or some other island? there are problems with the notion of them being the first inhabitants given the fact that the first inhabitants of the British islands were not even nearly as advanced as the Telmarines where. So where could this island be? ]]> Prince Caspian PunkMaister http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26396 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26395&goto=newpost Thu, 19 Nov 2009 23:44:48 GMT please pray for my parents & me, my dad has lost his faith in the church that we are gong too, we've been going to this church for 7 years and i don't want to leave :( please pray for the hollywood dreams fall party i don't think i'm going to be able to attend but please pray for everyone there to have a good time, my dog caspian needs prayer for training for some behavorial problems but he's getting better ]]> Prayer Requests shortangel http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26395 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26394&goto=newpost Thu, 19 Nov 2009 20:01:16 GMT A lady from the church I go to passed away on Monday. She was 77 and had been battling lung cancer for some time. Thankfully the end was easy; she was able to live at home up to the Friday before. Please pray for her family, especially her husband. He is in the early stages of Alzheimer's and is going to have to move to live with his son and he doesn't really understand. This is going to be hard for all of them. ]]> Prayer Requests Zella http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26394 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26393&goto=newpost Thu, 19 Nov 2009 18:56:16 GMT The Cereal Box Crisis

My Cereal Box Crisis began one summer morning in Chester’s Supermarket. Claudia, my grown-up sister, was picking items off the shelf, and I was looking over some new comic books.
After I chose the coolest-looking one and paid for it, Claudia called me over to the cereal section.

“Willy,” she said, “My arms are full. Please get a box of cornflakes.”

I turned to the shelf without much interest, and grabbed the box. Just then, my eyes fell on the best cereal in the entire world—Krispy-Krunchies Kookie Krumb Cereal. Claudia thinks that there’s too much sugar in it, but, in my opinion at that moment, that’s what made it so good.

“Hey, Claudia!” I shouted. “Krispy-Krunchies is having a contest!”

Claudia didn’t seem interested. “Willy, we’re not getting that cereal, contest or not. You know we don’t buy dessert for breakfast.”

“But, Claudia!” I protested. “The grand prize is a two-week trip to an amusement park—all expenses paid! And it’s a family trip!”

“Never mind, Willy,” Claudia said. “There’s only one winning box, and...”

“But there are tons of other prizes!” I yelled. “Look! A blue and yellow sportscar, a radio, two walkie-talkies, a TV set...”

Claudia was already at the counter, paying for the groceries. “If you want to buy a box with your allowance, you can. But we don’t buy the stuff with the grocery money, and you know it.”

I decided to do a little begging. “But, Claudia! It’s just five dollars for a harmless box of cereal!”

Claudia was on her way out of the store. “No.”

In the afternoon, I ran over to my friend J.J.’s. He was gulping down a bowl of Krispy-Krunchies Kookie Krumb Cereal. HIS Mom buys it weekly.

“I won a prize!” he howled, doing a victory dance with the box. “I bought the cereal this morning, and I ate the whole box in two sittings!”

“What did you win?” I asked.

“Walkie-talkies,” he replied. “They’re the most common prize, but still, they’re cool. I’m aiming for the sportscar, though.”

I noticed that the box had a dented edge. It was the same one I’d been handling that morning. I had held a prize in my hands!

“So, are you going to get some Krispy-Krunchies and try for the biggie prizes?” J.J. asked.

“Well, you know Claudia,” I said. “She’s crazy over that health cereal, and she’s prejudiced against Krispy-Krunchies. Dad wants her to take care of me and Rosalie, and she thinks that means taking care of our teeth, too.”

“Why doesn’t Claudia like Krispy-Krunchies? She’s probably never tasted the cereal, anyway,” J.J. pointed out.

I sighed. “Well, it has something to do with the 100 grams of sugar per serving.”

J.J. glanced at the box to see if this was true. “Wow! It does have 100 grams of sugar per serving!” He stopped and looked at me. “Hey! Then how come it isn’t sweet enough? I add sugar to mine.”

“I guess all that Fizzly Yummy you drink with it destroyed your tastebuds,” I said. “After all, milk belongs in that stuff, not pop.”

J.J. ignored this and pushed a bowl of Krispy-Krunchies across the table. “Here, have some. Oh, wait. Is it okay if you just have it at my house?”

“Well, it’s okay if I have it once in a while, like at a sleepover, and I haven’t even smelled any for three whole weeks, so I guess it’s okay.” I shoveled a spoonful of Krispy-Krunchies Kookie Krumb Cereal into my mouth. Wonderful! I’d nearly forgotten how good it tasted.

That night, I tried again to convince Claudia that Krispy-Krunchies wasn’t as harmful as she thought. Maybe if I kept asking her...

“Has J.J. had any dental work done lately?” Claudia asked me when I brought up the subject.

“Sure,” I said. “He’s had a root canal and three teeth pulled all in the last month or so. Before he started putting Fizzly Yummy in his Krispy-Krunchies, he only had, like, six cavities and a toothache every now and then.”

Claudia was surprised. I guess she hadn’t expected all that. “Exactly how old is J.J.?”

I shrugged. What did that have to do with anything? “Ten, like me. He boasts that by the time he’s twenty, he’ll probably have a set of false teeth.”

Claudia gave me a funny look. Don’t ask me what it was supposed to mean.

“So, Claudia,” I continued, going back to the subject. “Could I PLEEEEEEASE buy a box of Krispy-Krunchies with the grocery...”

“NO,” Claudia said. “If you want to buy it with your allowance...”

“All right, all right,” I mumbled, and headed for my room to count my cash. I had the grand total of twenty-two dollars and ninety-seven cents. There was still time to rush down the the store before it closed.

Once I returned from my short shopping spree, I opened all four boxes of Krispy-Krunchies. The first two had the words, “Sorry! Try again!” written on the inside. The third one said, “Sorry, you’re not a winner this time!” which was pretty much the same thing. The fourth contained a small package. I ripped it open, fingers trembling. It was—a piece of cardboard that said, “Congratulations! You’ve won a walkie-talkie set!”

I yelled with joy and waved the winning box, scattering Krispy-Krunchies around my room.

The next morning, I mailed the piece of cardboard to redeem my prize. I also received my allowance. With it, I bought another box. This time, I didn’t win anything. That was rough.

Three weeks later, I had opened boxes of Krispy-Krunchies piled to the ceiling in my closet (thanks to a late birthday check from Aunt Flora). I didn’t really eat any of it because I was too busy buying more boxes. Well, I snacked on it on the way to the store and sometimes at night, but that was about it.

“Willy,” Rosalie said at breakfast one morning, “aren’t you ever going to eat that cereal?”

“Sure,” I said. “But I didn’t buy it to eat. I bought it for the prizes. So far, I’ve won two sets of walkie-talkies. But that’s nothing compared to J.J. He won three walkie-talkie sets and a cheap cell phone plus a DVD of SpaceMonsters.”

“So, exactly how many prizes are there?” Claudia asked.

“The contest slogan is ‘a prize in every fifty boxes’,” I said. “But those are mostly the one-dollar walkie-talkies or two-dollar DVD’s.”

I bet you have a hundred boxes in your room,” said Rosalie.

“Not that many,” I assured her. “Only sixty-seven. I counted them last night.”
“How are you ever going to eat all that cereal?” Claudia asked.

“Oh, I’ll manage,” I said, gulping down the last of my milk and getting up. “I’m planning on running down to the store and getting some more boxes.”

Claudia rolled her eyes and said warningly, “You’re wasting all your allowance on cereal you aren’t even eating.”

“Don’t worry, I probably have enough cereal now to last for years,” I pointed out to her. “Anyway, I have my other piggy bank, the locked one. It’s got to have at least a hundred dollars in it, no kidding.”

“I’m glad to see you’re saving some of your allowance,” Claudia remarked. (Can you tell that she’s going to college to learn how to teach businesses how to handle their money?)

“I’m not saving it on purpose,” I explained. “I lost the key around Christmas, and I can’t break the bank open with a hammer because it’s made of metal. But I wish I had that money. It’d buy about twenty boxes of Krispy-Krunchies.”

“Your teeth are going to fall out,” Rosalie said seriously. “Or the dentist will have to pull them out.”

I left, wondering where my little seven-year-old sister got the idea that she knew all about teeth. Probably one of those unnecessary talks on health in school---the ones I usually daydreamed through

After a month, I’d added two SpaceMonster DVD’s, a portable CD player, and a matchbox Krispy-Krunchies racecar to my collection of prizes. I still hadn’t found the key to the metal bank, though.

Later that summer my dad took me and my sisters to visit Beachville, the seaside town where my Uncle Don, Aunt Flora, and three cousins live.

A few days after we got there, I was sitting on a bench in Beachville Town Park, watching Rosalie and my little cousins play on the jungle gym. Before I could see him coming and leave, Vince Parker, the local Beachville bully, flopped down next to me on the bench. “Hey, dude! Want to know a secret?”
“No thanks, Vince,” I said, edging away from him.

“No, really!” he said. “It’s valuable info. You know about my older brother Vic?”

“What?” I asked. “All I know about Vic is that he’s twenty-three or something like that, and he has a job in some factory somewhere.”

“Well, that factory somewhere just happens to be the Krispy-Krunchies plant,” he said. “And he knows which box is the grand prize winner. Families of the workers can’t participate in the contest, so he’s offering the info for a hundred bucks.”

I gasped. One hundred dollars? The smash-proof bank!

I opened my mouth to say, “Sure!” but then I clamped it shut. I still needed to find the key to my bank. Besides, the idea sounded a little bit...sneaky.

“I’ll..uh...think it over and let you know in a few days, Vince,” I said finally.

Vince chuckled. “Sure, sure.” Still chuckling, he zipped away on his skateboard. ]]> GGray http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26393 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26392&goto=newpost Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:00:02 GMT I know that this is a little bit late, but I’m still working on a whole bunch of new things that are going to knock your socks off.* Believe me when I say, you haven’t seen anything yet!* We’re currently figuring out the release cycle for the content, but when it starts,...

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More... ]]> NarniaFans.com News Specter http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26392 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26391&goto=newpost Wed, 18 Nov 2009 23:16:53 GMT my parents just went to get our dog, Minna, put down.
we've had her for 12 years, since I was little.
She got hit (while I was watching, lucky me) and we weren't thinking that she'd make it through the winter anyway.
In a little more than a year this is the 5th pet we've lost (inculding the little cat Jade) that has died and at least three have run away.
:( ]]> Prayer Requests Mozart the Meerkitten http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26391 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26390&goto=newpost Wed, 18 Nov 2009 19:50:14 GMT Big things are coming soon, but this is not part of that, just so you know.* You’ll know it when you see it!* Anyway, here’s the news.PLAYING a cast of characters who routinely slip out of England and into the magical world of Narnia should make the British actors who recently finished...

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More... ]]> NarniaFans.com News Specter http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26390 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26389&goto=newpost Wed, 18 Nov 2009 18:55:41 GMT I don't write poetry frequently but I think what I do write is pretty good so I thought I'd share some of it. Feel free to tell me what you think could be improved.


What Are Stars?

Really and truly, what are stars?
Pieces of burning gas?
Or could they possibly be something else,
Something we don't know of yet?

Perhaps they are pieces of heaven's love
That slipped from an angel's hand
And landed in the firmament
To please us here on land.

Perhaps they're what scientists say the are,
Just a bright, unromantic flame,
But I hope they are something else,
Something else that came
Straight from heaven up above
To bring us joy and peace.

What are stars, do we truly know?
I don't believe we do.
But someday up in heaven
We'll find out what is true,
And I hope it is heaven's love;
I truly, truly do! ]]> Zella http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26389 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26388&goto=newpost Wed, 18 Nov 2009 01:30:31 GMT One of my favorite parts of going to movies is the soundtrack that accompanies the film. *I’m a huge fan of music that not only compliments a movie, but enhances the film so much that, without it, the film would not be as effective. *When it comes to the Narnia films so far, Lisbeth...

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More... ]]> NarniaFans.com News Specter http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26388 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26387&goto=newpost Tue, 17 Nov 2009 23:50:20 GMT Hey everyone,
I just found out yesterday that my aunt has breast cancer =( It was considered an early detection and she'll begin radiation at the end of the month. I know plenty of women survive breast cancer but it's hard for me to think that my aunt has a cancer. I guess that's just how teenagers are -- with the mindset 'this won't happen to me or to those around me'. So if you could just lift her up in prayer, that would be greatly appreciated.

Also, just yesterday morning I woke up and was putting my hair in a ponytail when my hand touched a spot on the back of my head that hurt. I was feeling around and I found like this knot, behind my ear right where my hairline starts. It's not very big, maybe a little smaller than a dime. For the life of me I don't remember hitting my head on anything and it's in such a weird spot. Telling you I'm not worried would be a lie. If it's not even the slightest bit better by tomorrow night, I'm going to ask my mom to take me to the doctor. It just doesn't seem right. Please remember me in your prayers as well -- I'm a little worried. :o

On a brighter note :) ... This lady saw my senior pictures at the photographer's studio and told the photographer that she'd like my number to contact me about modeling!!! :eek: The photographer told her she couldn't give her my number until she spoke with me first. I really don't know what to think -- I having my picture taken is not my thing, but not everybody gets the opportunity to model! I just don't know what to do. If you could also pray that I make the right decision that would also be much appreciated ;)

Thank you all! ]]> Prayer Requests Pirate Queen http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26387 http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26386&goto=newpost Tue, 17 Nov 2009 13:46:40 GMT In which categories do you usually write? In which categories do you usually write? ]]> SeaStar http://www.narniafans.com/forum/showthread.php?t=26386