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My Story
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This is my story.
It is a story of good and evil, love and hate, passion and peace, suffering and sacrifice. It is an adventure, a romance - my metamorphasis, and my song.
It is no less than my story, but it can be very much more, depending on the reader.
The land I lived in was ruled by a King. He was good and gracious, just and perfect - and I hated the very sound of his name. I lived my life outside of his laws, calling down curses on his name, because I despised him. Because he was the King - he was in control, not me. Because he was just, and I had broken his laws too many times to count. Because I wanted his position.
I could never be like him, but I didn't want to be. All I wanted was to have his power, to be the one who made the laws. According to his law, I was an outcast and traitor.
I saw only one way to change that.
There were many, many more like me, and still are, and I gathered them together. Under my leadership we became a rebellion, but it was I who planned our every move, gathered resources and dreamed about the day I would kill the King and set myself up in his place. Of all the outlaws, I was the most passionate, driven by my all-consuming hatred and ambition.
The day I had so long awaited arrived - the day I would feel the sweet taste of victory as I rose to become ruler of all. My soldiers fought long and hard, fuelled by their anger and bitterness at the King who had made such a perfect standard, the one that we could never meet, the one that condemned us to our lives as outcasts. But in an unexpected manouever, the King's forces separated us, then surrounded us.
My rebellion was crushed, my armies defeated. I was taken and cast into the deep dungeon to await the king's orders. But I knew what would happen. The laws were clear. Tomorrow I would die.
The next morning the King himself came down to my cell. In my blinding rage, I spat in his face, cursed him and threw myself again and again against the iron bars of the door. I shouted in rage because he had made the laws - the laws that I could never hope to keep, the laws that condemned me to death.
Then he spoke my name, very gently, as a father speaks to his child.
I froze in shock. I was his greatest enemy. I had tried to kill him and usurp his throne, and he had called my name almost as if...
He spoke again, and I saw the tears in his eyes.
And this is what he said to me.
"My child, I love you. I love you more than words can ever hope to describe. I love you passionately, because I have known you from before the world was born. Even when you turned against me, I loved you. I have always loved you, and I always will love you."
I couldn't move. I hated him - yet he loved me. But there was nothing I had ever done that could make him love me! I had never honored him or praised him, never done anything to bring him pleasure. All I had brought him was pain. Hatred. Loathing.
"I love you because I made you. And I made you for so much more than this! I want you to have joy, purpose, and the never-ending love I have for you.
"But you've broken my laws. They are permanent and cannot be changed, just as I cannot be changed. According to my law, you must die.
"But I love you! You have no idea how much I love you!
"So I have sent my son, who loves you with the same consuming love I have, to take your place. He's kept my every law, because he shares my nature.
"He will die in your place. He will die because he loves you. He will die so that you can live, and live life to the fullest, with me, in my Kingdom and my house. You will be my princess, my child, and my precious daughter.
"Will you come and live with me forever?"
This is a true story. This is my story. This is your story. This is the story of all mankind.
How it ends is up to you.
I chose to go with the King. I accepted his unbelievable sacrifice and became his princess. His child. His precious daughter. And he has given me all the riches of his Kingdom, a place of honor serving him, and a passionate love for him and his people. Even when I forget his sacrifice and my love for him, he still loves me unconditionally. He calls me back and reminds me of who he is, and what he did, and why he made me, and of great things to come. This is what I chose.
Some choose death. They chose to ignore the King's sacrifice. They chose to turn a blind eye to the law, to argue that they had done nothing wrong. And others chose not to listen to the King's words at all.
Life and love, passion and peace, laughter and purpose - this is what the King offered me, and what I chose. This is my story, my transformation, my life and my life's song.
This can be your story.
But only if you choose it.
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Soli Deo Gloria.
Great Authors:
Ted Dekker: The world's most amazing living author. Each one of his books is fully capable of blowing me away. Even when I read them a second time. WOW. Everyone NEEDS to read Ted Dekker.
C.S. Lewis: This is a guy whose non-fiction is better than his fiction. Which says a lot, because I LOVE NARNIA and his Space Trilogy is great, too. And guess what? His non-fiction is even better.
Susan Cooper: Writes like Beethoven composes. Beautiful, beautiful prose. Not to mention great epic storytelling and wonderful characters. I'm sad to say The Seeker is a sorry mutilation of some of the greatest books ever written. It should be outlawed... or at the very least boycotted.
Flaming: My take on it
Been flamed by me? Feelings roasted? It may not be what you think... but this is why I do it.. PLEASE READ before sending me nasty PMs.
Music!
Since music is such an integral part of my writing, I'm now posting the links to the songs... mostly on YouTube. I don't like some of the video that goes with them... but it's the song that matters.
The Tempest:
Fang's Theme: Falling Inside the Black, by Skillet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--j402Bmvxs
Tanya's Theme: The Steward of Gondor, by Howard Shore: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2KrhjfFslo
Part II Theme: Whispers in the Dark, by Skillet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_ct6RiJDyQ
Part III Theme: The Last Night and Yours to Hold by Skillet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzOmZ-L4UkM&feature=related and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUitFjcsW44&feature=related
In the A/N: Dive, by Steven Curtis Chapman: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=098PwlqHD-o
In the Story: On My Own, by Barlowgirl (with Narnian pics!): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5vcgzQYNNw
Narnia Quartet:
Night's Song and Knight's Song: Whispers in the Dark, by Skillet (yes I love this song but not the vid): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_ct6RiJDyQ
Knight's Song: A Narnian Lullaby, by Harry Gregson-Williams: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5QAXcF_hmc
Sun Rise and Son Rise: Ready to Fly, by FFH: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dv7uc_REkSI
The Walls Between:
The Older I Get, by Skillet. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5StZXiau9Jo
Perspectives:
Perspectives, by Kutless: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OONh8MTgcHI
Many other fics are likely to be inspired by this amazing, amazing song.
And yes, most of my fics are written while listening to my 'favorites' playlist - which consists mostly of Skillet (no! you've got to be kidding), Kutless, Barlowgirl, and Switchfoot. Oh, and did I mention Skillet?
Disclaimers
I'm writing them here so I don't have to in my stories.
I do not own Stargate: SG-1. MGM does (I think).
I do not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does, except in the story Max says she owns it. I think they may have some legal issues to work out there.
I do not own Alex Rider. Anthony Horrowitz does.
I do not own the Holy Bible. God does... I guess.
I do not own Webster's dictionary, Google, Wikipedia, Shakespeare, or any other reference sources that I use. I'll do my best to indicate where I got info/definitions/quotes that I use.
Oh, and I don't own Lord of the Rings. J.R.R. Tolkien and New Line Cinema do.
I dont' own Narnia!! Oh, that just breaks my heart!! C.S. Lewis, genius that he is, wrote the Chronicles. I just get to live in them... in my imagination.
I don't own Star Wars! Waaah! George Lucas does. Lucky, lucky guy...
I also don't own Artemis Fowl. Eoin Colfer does.
Copyright
All that being said, I do own the stories that I write. So, please guys, no plagerizing. But if you're, say, MGM and want to hire me for a script writer, go ahead and ask. Anyhow, all my stories are henceforth copyright 2007 and 2008, all rights reserved worldwide, blah blah blah.
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