This is a night that is so finely engrained in my brain and heart. It stands out so much because it was night that I could've been shot for simply disagreeing.
One night I went out to the Valley, an array of clubs and a hunt for good music, I was with one other person who wanted to come along and we decided we'd try a new place we'd never been to, plus it was free entry, bonus. We were there for a while and we felt really uncomfortable for the better part and were about to leave to go home, this is when I met Ty. he was with a couple who were French, He was very friendly and very inebriated. he was from Canada originally but we got talking and he explained how he loved backpacking and where he'd been and was loving his life, the adventure of travel and the occasional out of mind experience thrown it.
He intrigued me and the more we talked the more intense the conversation got, so we walked and talked and reached a set of stairs so he could sit and have a cigarette. He told his story, I told mine. He was a hard person to talk to but admitted to being very challenged by what I had to say and after a while he started to relax and open up about a few things, after realising I was genuinely interested in his story. This is when another young man and his quite large, quite strong friend came and sat with us and true to form I started a conversation with them too.
I introduced myself politely and he didn't seem so much to mind the company or conversation and we got chatting after asking and answering questions, I found out he was a Satanist. I was very intrigued as to how someone becomes apart of it and did what I do best ask questions. He began with his upbringing and that his family were catholic but he said when he was younger he always felt a dark presence there with him. He continued to explain that as time passed, the devil started "taking care" of him and he admitted that he was always the black sheep of his family. As he talked about his experiences with the devil, it was more obvious that he was separated and was easily played as he was lonely and talked with hope of one day being with someone.
I would ask him how does the devil take care of you and he would say he would give him things in return of something. He had a lot of lies he had been fed, about relationships, about God and about what he deserved. He talked a lot about his hatred for Jews, Jesus, Christians and girls who he referred to as "unclean." This made my mine tick like crazy and all I could ask was "does the devil ever tell you he loves you?", "what if you fell in love with a girl who isn't clean?" He was very taken aback by this confusion I had most obviously displayed and he said very sadly that "no, the devil never tells me he loves me". He was uncertain about what to do then and he was unsure of love, what it was and how to show it.
Our conversation got quite intense at times and Ty seemed to be quite annoyed by this young man, but my friend had knowledge of something I didn't the whole time and was trying to get me to stop talking to him. Later when we parted our ways and went home, my friend explained that the young mans friend told her that the lad I was talking to in fact had a gun on him. Deep down I knew he had that for protection, he was afraid, he was alone and he didn't have love in his life and that a gun was security not a weapon, so to speak.
I try to take as much I can from moments like these and for me, what is death, I knew my life in darkness was already my hell on earth, that death would just be a released from the grief caused by humanity and for him it was he needed to know God loves him, unconditionally, he doesn't need to be clean he just needs to come as he is and leave the rest to God, that God will never separate him from a family but put him in one.
I can't explain to you what is felt in these moments but people like this are so worth it. We all have reasons to why we have chosen to go a certain way but it all seems to boil down to a lack of love and someone being that love in their life, including my own.
People will fail you and disappoint you but God wont.
One night I went out to the Valley, an array of clubs and a hunt for good music, I was with one other person who wanted to come along and we decided we'd try a new place we'd never been to, plus it was free entry, bonus. We were there for a while and we felt really uncomfortable for the better part and were about to leave to go home, this is when I met Ty. he was with a couple who were French, He was very friendly and very inebriated. he was from Canada originally but we got talking and he explained how he loved backpacking and where he'd been and was loving his life, the adventure of travel and the occasional out of mind experience thrown it.
He intrigued me and the more we talked the more intense the conversation got, so we walked and talked and reached a set of stairs so he could sit and have a cigarette. He told his story, I told mine. He was a hard person to talk to but admitted to being very challenged by what I had to say and after a while he started to relax and open up about a few things, after realising I was genuinely interested in his story. This is when another young man and his quite large, quite strong friend came and sat with us and true to form I started a conversation with them too.
I introduced myself politely and he didn't seem so much to mind the company or conversation and we got chatting after asking and answering questions, I found out he was a Satanist. I was very intrigued as to how someone becomes apart of it and did what I do best ask questions. He began with his upbringing and that his family were catholic but he said when he was younger he always felt a dark presence there with him. He continued to explain that as time passed, the devil started "taking care" of him and he admitted that he was always the black sheep of his family. As he talked about his experiences with the devil, it was more obvious that he was separated and was easily played as he was lonely and talked with hope of one day being with someone.
I would ask him how does the devil take care of you and he would say he would give him things in return of something. He had a lot of lies he had been fed, about relationships, about God and about what he deserved. He talked a lot about his hatred for Jews, Jesus, Christians and girls who he referred to as "unclean." This made my mine tick like crazy and all I could ask was "does the devil ever tell you he loves you?", "what if you fell in love with a girl who isn't clean?" He was very taken aback by this confusion I had most obviously displayed and he said very sadly that "no, the devil never tells me he loves me". He was uncertain about what to do then and he was unsure of love, what it was and how to show it.
Our conversation got quite intense at times and Ty seemed to be quite annoyed by this young man, but my friend had knowledge of something I didn't the whole time and was trying to get me to stop talking to him. Later when we parted our ways and went home, my friend explained that the young mans friend told her that the lad I was talking to in fact had a gun on him. Deep down I knew he had that for protection, he was afraid, he was alone and he didn't have love in his life and that a gun was security not a weapon, so to speak.
I try to take as much I can from moments like these and for me, what is death, I knew my life in darkness was already my hell on earth, that death would just be a released from the grief caused by humanity and for him it was he needed to know God loves him, unconditionally, he doesn't need to be clean he just needs to come as he is and leave the rest to God, that God will never separate him from a family but put him in one.
I can't explain to you what is felt in these moments but people like this are so worth it. We all have reasons to why we have chosen to go a certain way but it all seems to boil down to a lack of love and someone being that love in their life, including my own.
People will fail you and disappoint you but God wont.
Wow... That was a very unique moment in this person's life. It's funny how we are always being looked after, even when we are completely unawares ~ Alicia
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