Unhappy Halloween

***This post may be triggering as it relates the truth about halloween***

Halloween has certainly become a day that many people celebrate by decorating, dressing up in costume and having parties. It second only to Christmas in its commercialization. Unlike Christmas, if the commercialization were stripped away, people would be running away. I won’t go into the origins of the day. We know it is pagan. Over time for the anti-Christians, Satanists, it became a day of high celebration. After most of the pagans converted to Christianity, the few who resisted went “underground” so to speak. Being an anti-Christian or Satanist would have been a certain death sentence for a person if they were found out. If it were not for the fact that many innocents died in the witch-hunts, it would have been appropriate. Halloween was and still is celebrated with animal and human sacrifices. Yes, still. There is a lot of denial about this. Supposedly humanity has gotten past that, we are more civilized. That is a falsehood. Who decides what is “civilized” anyway? If society is drawing away from Christian morals and principles then where is it going?

The attitudes of freedom, self-love and a general focus on the individual are prevalent in our culture. Not bad things at all, but like many good things the extreme expression of them is out of balance and causes more harm than good. People want to experiment spiritually. They are not grounded in a faith; they have lost confidence in the church and organized religion. People want to get “high” on life, with out drugs. Some choose something far more sinister than drugs. The occult masks itself with games, with feel-good mantras and an “innocent” costume party. It has become a part of out culture to accept these things with little reservation.

Very few people want to think of human sacrifice as the end game of their party. The dabbling in the occult on halloween just gives more power to the “dark side”. As a Christian, I see no reason to celebrate. The church created All Saints Day (All Hallow’s Day, November 1st) to replace the autumn pagan celebration. For churches to have kid’s costume parties as a halloween alternative is still celebrating halloween! It is giving credence to the satanists that there is a credible reason to celebrate.

The halloween alternative should be a day of worship, warfare and prayer. Pray for the innocents who will lose their lives and for those whose lives will not be taken but stolen. Pray they will be found out. Pray that as the next day dawns that we will celebrate life and begin the job of rescuing the victims of the night before.

Lightning in the Dark by buffalopine

I have had difficulty this past month coming up with a topic to blog on. I finally asked my twitter friend, buffalopine, to help me out! We had discussed flashbacks so that ended up being the topic. I have not experienced flashbacks for some time now however buffalpine has them frequently and I thought she would be able to write on this topic better than I could at this time. Warning! The content of this post may be triggering!





In 1991, I started into therapy and was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder & MPD. The flashbacks of abuse had been there as far back as I could remember, but I never knew what they were. I never understood what it is that I was “seeing.” Little did I know that what I was seeing, was what had happened to me. And as I continued through the first year of therapy, I thought I surely must be about done with having any new flashbacks. Yet, almost nineteen years later, I am still hit by newly uncovered flashbacks, often.
And the flashbacks come like lightning in the night. Blinding, searing; one right after the other, they come in a storm of memories. They flash across my memories, illuminating places long hidden in darkness. People I don’t even know , lurk in the flashbacks. I still have no idea who some of the abusers were, even though I see them clearly.

Usually daily, sometimes all day long, and other times- fewer and farther apart, flashbacks play out like a horrible movie before my eyes. Never knowing when they will flash across my mind’s eye, there is no preparing for them. They come at any moment, any place. Sometimes, flashbacks last just a quick moment or two. I try to shake them off, and forget about them again. Other times, I find myself paralyzed by the terror they bring. Unable to shake them off, I feel chained to them. It’s the long lasting flashbacks I can’t shake free from that have the biggest impact on me. All I can do is sit there, reliving the abuse as real as it was during the abuse. Like 3-D memories of mind, body and heart, they play out before me, despite my trying to shut them out. They take on a life of their own. Then, I just get too weak to fight them off. Other times, it doesn’t even occur to me to try and stop them. That is when I feel like I’m in the middle of a stampede.
It has always felt like each uncovered flashback has chiseled away another piece of my heart; another piece of who I am. It’s like being hit so hard, it takes my breathe away. Yet, I have learned over the years, that also, for each newly unveiled flashback, I am being handed another piece of the missing puzzle of my life. It will fill in why I react a certain way, why I feel certain ways. It will fill in more missing pieces of all the time I have lost over a lifetime. Each flashback is like a voice of what I endured, revealing it’s self to me.


Buffalpines blog can be found at: http://buffalopine.wordpress.com