Disclaimer – These are MY opinions based on research and real life.

The Devil is just Energy.

It is an energy that we can chose to embrace or discard. Free Will.

Our subconscious minds control 95% of the things that we do in life. This means that 95% of our lives are spent doing stuff that we don’t even think about properly.

This is because the subconscious is so easily programmed. It accepts EVERYTHING without fault or question or argument.

Think back over your life. Think about all the people that you have met, the voices that you have heard, the opinions spoken, the criticism and the praise. Every single word has gone inside that powerful machine we call a brain and sunk down into the depths to come up again when we are least expecting it. Like in nightmares. Sleep is the time when the hidden comes forth into our awareness with strange images and feelings that are sometimes impossible to make sense of.

What does this have to do with the Devil?

Well. If IT is energy then IT is everywhere. Inside and outside all of us. Every second of every hour, of every day. It’s a seductive energy that tempts and cajoles and persuades and blinds and caresses and beckons and the way we interact with this depends – to a great extent – on our upbringing and our personality.

What do you want/need more than anything? Those “things” that will bring you eternal happiness.

Fast car. Big house. A simple meal every day. Jewels. A plot of land. Children. Fame. A Gucci handbag.

None of these are wrong, in and of themselves. It’s what we do to achieve our wants that makes the difference. And “when the Devil drives” we ALL need to be wary, because he has only one speed….!

Like many others, I grew up with the Work Ethic. If you want something, you work, save your money and then buy.

Nowadays, sadly , Monkey See, Monkey Want, Monkey Gets.

My home was burgled two months before we moved here. I was alone in the house with 3 teenage boys. And himself was in a War Zone.

If you’ve ever been burgled, you will understand.

Fortunately for us, some of the stuff that the druggie from across the road stole was so unique and so identifiable that, nearly a year later – after the trial and sentencing and incarceration of the little Monkey See, Monkey Want, Monkey Gets – we got most of our property back. Minus computers, cash, jewellery that were sold in Cash Converters, Lincoln.

The silly boy had kept the receipts.

TBC :o)