What Five Dinosaurs Taught Me About Christianity…

The Land Before Time is a family-friendly epic about five dinosaurs who journey to find the legendary Great Valley.

AND before ANYONE starts the age-old debate on whether Christians should watch movies that deal with dinosaurs and evolution, please hear me out.

This is a pretty good movie. And it delivers some hardcore spiritual truths.

Don’t believe me? Allow me to explain.

1. Believing in what you can’t see

In the movie, Littlefoot, the longneck dinosaur, asks his mother an important question about the Great Valley her and his grandparents want to get to so much. Specifically, Littlefoot asks how his mother can believe in something she hasn’t even seen.

Littlefoot’s mother replies by telling him that some things have to be seen with the heart.

Littlefoot, as a child does, accepts his mother’s teaching without question. As should we.



Even if we haven’t seen God, miracles, angels or anything else in the spiritual category, that doesn’t mean these elements of our faith don’t exist.

Faith plays an important role in Christianity. In the Bible, we’re told that if we have faith we can:

He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” 

-Matthew 17:20

And much like how Littlefoot does eventually get to the Great Valley by the end of the movie, so will we be rewarded for our faith by seeing God in glory.

And that’s an extremely important lesson to take away from the film.

2. You can’t make it on your own

God created woman so that man wouldn’t have to go it alone. The disciples were sent out in twos.

In the film, there’s another dinosaur named Cera who constantly tries to go it alone, often with comedic end results.


Cera and Littlefoot

However, there’s one pivotal scene in the movie where Cera is sleeping one night and all of her friends leave her to sleep with Littlefoot. Eventually, Cera, driven by the cold night air, rushes to sleep with Littlefoot as well.

At the film’s climax, Littlefoot tries to take down the villain dinosaur of the film, Sharptooth, but he is only successful thanks to the combined efforts of his friends and their natural God-given talents.

The moral to take away here is that when we try to go it alone, we either fail spectacularly like Cera or we can’t defeat evil. Remember, solitude is weakness, and there is strength in numbers.

3. Diversity

In Littlefoot’s world, different species of dinosaurs don’t play together or help each other. They all stay in their own little worlds doing their own things.

But when Littlefoot gets separated from his grandparents and Cera from her heard, the five dinosaurs left behind realize that they need to band together for survival.

Each dinosaur serves as a metaphor for different races. For example, Petrie the flyer dinosaur, speaks with an accent, thereby representing those who speak different languages. While Spike, the spike-tail dinosaur represents the mute population because he can’t speak.

What the movie teaches is that each of these dinosaurs, while different, still has value and talents to offer the world around them.

Which, come to think of it, is a metaphor for how we are all precious in the sight of God, no matter what race, sex, language, disability or ethnicity might separate us.

littlefoot and his friends

Littlefoot and his friends

Well, that’s it for my review. It was short and sweet, much like this movie.

Computer, cue some techno so we can all go home!

-Ravens Bane

[Please note all photos in this post come from IMDb]. 

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The Gospel According to Sesshomaru…

This is Lord Sesshomaru.


Lord Sesshomaru is one of my absolute favourite anime characters ever. When I was young, I used to actively lust over him. Nowadays, I just admire him.

Allow me to explain.

Sesshomaru is perhaps the only character in InuYasha that actually grows and matures. He goes from hating humans and hating the world around him, to saving humans and caring about others.

How did he do that? It happened when he met Rin.

Meet Rin.


She is adorable and cute to boot. She is also the living embodiment of the Good Samaritan story.

Allow me to explain.

When Rin and Sesshomaru first meet, Sesshomaru is injured and Rin takes care of him. Rin is an outcast from her village and is treated badly by the other villagers (which puts the Samaritan label into her story hands down).

After Rin takes care of him, she and the other villagers are mauled by wolves. This prompts Sesshomaru to use his father’s life-giving sword to bring her back to life, healing her muteness.

From then on, Rin and Sesshomaru are inseparable and Rin has an official post in Sesshomaru’s court.

Over time, Sesshomaru branches out from saving Rin to saving and helping others throughout the franchise.

At the end of the day, I see Sesshomaru as an example of repentance and how we all can grow as people of God. In fact, this year I might even dress up as him for my local convention and try to convert some anime fans!

Wish me luck!


Computer, cue Rin and Sesshomaru’s theme song. Thank you.


[Please note all film images come from IMDb]. 


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Psychosis and guilt-tripping…

I was taking a new medication for energy from my doctor and I went psychotic. During my psychosis, I felt as though I was being harassed by literal demons. During that time, I learned a lot about myself, some of it good, some of it very, very bad.

I learned how bad of a sinner I was. And the picture my sin painted was as ugly as the day is long.

I’ve had to do a lot of soul-searching. Luckily, God has been extremely patient with me. I’ve grown closer to Him during this time and while I went through literal hell, I’m glad it happened. It’s made me think about a lot of the things I was doing.

So, yeah.

I have no wisdom to offer, I have no special prayers. All I know is that it’s going to take awhile for me to put myself back together and that I won’t be the same person when I do.


Gonna be a long road…

Thanos’ doubt is our victory. Reading “Avengers: Infinity War” through a Christian lens…

[Warning! Movie spoilers ahead! Also, be sure to check out my Patreon page.]


Marvel’s Infinity War reassembles the Avengers for the “final” mega-battle against the evil Titan, Thanos. Thanos’ goal is to destroy half the universe in order to save it and it’s up to the Guardians, Avengers and Wakandans to save the-

They don’t.

Word of caution: this movie is hecka depressing. As in, if you are feeling down or are in a bad place with your mental health this is not the movie for you. May I suggest some reruns of WKRP?


In the Avengers’ universe, Thanos is the closest thing that comes to the Antichrist. Literally. With him, he brings about the end of half the known universe. And, get this, he’s doing it because he believes he’s being merciful.

See, if he didn’t run around the cosmos murdering people, life would get out of balance and then, where would we be?

Thanos’ arguments remind me of people who argue in favor of population control and abortion as methods to prevent people from living horrible lives. There’s just one problem:

Biblically speaking, in order for things to get better, they have to get worse.

Listen to me. In order for us to be saved, Jesus had to die. In order for a person to accept salvation, they have to go through repentance. In order for Christ’s return to happen, the world literally has to go to hell.

Look it up in Revelation.

When things are tough, it’s our job to trust and persevere. Otherwise, we wind up like Thanos, turning our backs on God’s promise and using our own imperfect methods to keep things from spiraling out of control.

Me and trust:

In the past few weeks, I’ve had to learn a lot about God and trust. Heck, I’m still not completely there. I know I need to get better and as a wise man once said, the first step to solving a problem is admitting you have one.

Well, what do you know. It’s like going through a painful process in order to achieve outstanding results.

So, the question is this: do we trust God enough to remember that everything will work out in the end?

Closing prayer:


O God,

Maker of all things,

Ruler Supreme,

Help us, we are weak.

We are short-sighted.

We cannot see the future. 

Please help us to trust in You.

Please help us not to trust in the here, in the right now.



Computer, cue some appropriate music and get us out of here!

[Much thanks to Wikipedia for the spelling of the Avengers movie title, to IMDb for the movie poster and to God for the inspiration.]



In which I have a problem…

I have a problem.

I don’t trust God.

I don’t trust Him to know what’s best for me. I don’t trust Him to get me through hard times. I don’t trust Him to get me through next week.

I have a problem.

That’s not to say I don’t believe in God, but I don’t trust Him very much. My distrust with God goes way back.

Maybe it’s because I went through a lot of abuse as a child? I’m not sure.

All I know is that once again I find myself sitting in front of my keyboard, crying and typing, worrying about the future and everything God is going to put me through…

Or, not put me through…


So, how’s your Wednesday going?

The Hellraiser letters, otherwise known as, while Uncle Screwtape and his nephew were away, Pinhead and company played…

[Warning! Movie spoilers ahead as well as horrifying subject matter. Viewer discretion is advised. There is a gory photo in this post. Just be warned. Also, be sure to check out my Patreon page.]

A brief introduction to Clive Barker for the uninformed:

Clive Barker will say he’s not a Christian. Clive Barker refuses to associate himself with the Christian God. However, try as he might, Clive Barker has a tendency to be unable to escape said Christian God. Ever. As in, every single one of his works tends to focus on either God or the devil, thereby bringing his oeuvre into the Judeo-Christian sphere. Even when he’s trying to be blasphemous, the truth about the world and everything in it, winds up somewhere in his work.

And perhaps, the best known example of this is found in one of my most favourite horror movies of all time…

Just what is Hellraiser and why should I care?

Hellraiser is a masterpiece of a movie. If we put aside theology for a moment, the film is excellent in its dialogue, its characters, its special effects, I could go on…

Sure, some of the special effects might be cheesy by today’s standards, but the amount of time and effort that went into them is plain to see, even for someone who’s never been to film school.

From a Christian standpoint, Hellraiser is probably the most realistic depiction of demons and hell I’ve ever seen. (If you ignore all the movies in the franchise after Hellraiser 1&2, that is).

If you’re a youth pastor and you’re looking for something to make your charges think. Bring this movie in. Trust me. You’ll have quite the discussion and nobody will be forgetting the evening for a LONG time.

For those new to this movie, allow me to explain the plot. A recently married man, Larry, moves into his old family home, after his brother, Frank, performs a satanic ritual which drags the latter to hell. The brother escapes from hell and convinces Larry’s wife -Frank’s former lover- to kill men so that Frank can be reborn. Meanwhile, Larry’s daughter, Kirsty, finds Frank’s puzzle box and summons the demons from hell who are on the hunt for missing Frank…

Are you on the edge of your seat?

Be forewarned, though. There is lots of sexual content and nudity in this film as well as a hefty amount of blood and gore. This movie isn’t for the faint of heart. But, if you can make it through all that, the Biblical payoff is huge…

The themes:

The two biggest themes in this film are adultery and temptation.

For someone who isn’t a Christian, Barker does a phenomenal job of casting a dark shadow over adultery and adulterers.

For example, in the relationship between Frank and Larry’s wife, Julia, there is no love. Not a smidgen. No passion, either. It’s literally one human being exploiting another and another human being allowing themselves to be exploited.

Furthermore, the “relationship” devolves into obsession by the end of the movie. An obsession that leads to murder and betrayal.

Julia and Frank’s relationship is the very antithesis of love, as defined in the Bible:

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

1 Corinthians 13: 4-7

The fact that Barker chooses to display their relationship as being the antithesis of love, shows adultery for what it is: a mockery of love and everything that God intended between a man and a woman.

Julia and Frank’s relationship is based on thrills, similarly to alcohol or drugs. Watch the film at least a dozen times, and the two of them can’t possibly be empathized with. We are never made to “root for” their love. We’re never shown how they’re just two misunderstood people who just “can’t help themselves”. They’re wicked to the core and in dire need of an intervention.

Their relationship is as rotten as the foundation it’s based on. And that, coming from a secular movie, in a Hollywood where adultery is often glamorized and romanticized, is astounding.

Well done, Barker, well done.

As for the other theme in this movie, temptation. The film’s “puzzle box” is a metaphor for spiritual temptation.

The box promises pleasures beyond anyone’s wildest dreams. Or, that’s what the film’s mysterious seller promises. In reality, the box is a portal to hell and torture of the most barbaric kind.

You wanna go to hell

Think hell is cool? This is what’s waiting for you…

Frank not only succumbs to the temptation of the box, but also Kirsty, whose own encounter with the box leads her to exchanging the safety of her soul for the damnation of her uncle’s.

Nice, huh.

The box reminds me of my own struggles with temptation. The root cause of my struggle with temptation is that I didn’t believe that God cared about me. I thought I couldn’t live without what was causing me to stumble. I thought life would be boring and terrible without it.

“What am I going to do?” I thought.

This part requires trust with our relationship with God. We have to trust that He knows what’s best for us. We need to remember that He loves us. Otherwise, we won’t be able to walk away from temptation.

It’s this spiritual knowledge that keeps us safe. Because ultimately, falling to temptation leads to sin and damnation.

Much like in this movie and in my own life experiences, temptation promises so much, yet never delivers quite what we were hoping. The promises of hell are nothing compared to the promises of heaven.

It should be noted, that when the box is opened in the film, that’s when pain and suffering are at their height.

It’s no coincidence. Think about that.

Closing prayer:

Dear Heavenly Father, Creator of all things

Help me not to fall into the snare of adultery

Help me not to succumb to temptation

Help me to understand that what these things promise

Can only lead me to hell

Save me, Father, lead me to the sure path.



Computer, cue Petra’s Love, so we can go forth and be better people.

[Please note, all movie photos in this post come from IMDb.]

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Vengeance is the Lord’s, Part 4: You’ve got nobody to blame but yourself…

[Warning! Movie spoilers ahead! Also, don’t forget to check out my Patreon Page!]



Child’s Play is a 1988 horror film about a young boy, Andy, who receives a very special birthday present. The only problem is, his birthday present is possessed by the soul of a serial killer!

Actual plot. No joke.

This movie not only serves as warning to parents about where they buy birthday presents from -(Andy’s mother buys the doll from a man in a dark alley. Seriously. You could probably do a whole after-school safety special on that scene alone)- but also tells a very interesting story.

One that usually goes unnoticed by critics.

I’m talking about the story of the killer and how he’s a narcissist.

Charles Lee Ray’s narcissistic revenge:

Charles Lee Ray -though most will know him better as “Chucky”- is a narcissist. A narcissist, by definition, is somebody who is obsessed with themselves, has an inflated sense of ego and refuses to take responsibility for their own actions.

From the first few minutes of the movie, Ray’s motivation is clear. He has a tendency to blame other people for his problems.

Ray in human form

Ray transferring his soul into the doll…

After he gets shot in human form, a move that might make some people start to question death and mortality, and drive them towards repentance, Ray threatens to get revenge on those who have “wronged him”.

Specifically, his accomplice and the police officer who cornered him.


Let’s break that down shall we.

He wants revenge against a police officer.


Because…the police officer wants to arrest him.

For doing what?

For killing people. Brutally.

To recap, the police officer wants to put Ray away for being a danger to society.

And this warrants revenge?

No. No, it doesn’t.

Okay, so how about the accomplice. The accomplice was supposed to pick Ray up during his murderous activities and drive Ray to safety. The accomplice is also a known criminal.

So, Ray wants revenge on a dubious character for not being there when he needed him.


Okay, let’s take a trip into the movie for a little bit and see what changes. So, Ray becomes Andy’s doll. And then, Chucky kills a woman who stopped him from watching the 9 o’clock news.


I suppose it was wrong of her to stop a doll from watching the news late at night. So much so, that she needed to be punished by being thrown out a window.


Later on in the film, we learn that Ray learned voodoo, which is how he managed to transfer his soul from his body into Andy’s doll. Yet, when Ray isn’t satisfied with his new body decomposing, he threatens the voodoo priest he learned the technique from, making it very clear that his problem is really the voodoo priest’s.

You know who Ray isn’t seeking revenge against in any of these scenarios?


But you know who the problem is in all of these scenarios?


Listen Ray, let me say this in the nicest way possible. NOBODY FORCED YOU TO BE A SERIAL KILLER.

And throwing your lot in with unscrupulous characters is just begging for trouble. Besides, learning voodoo is never a good idea. Haven’t you watched any horror films?

Also, if you pretend to be a doll, don’t be surprised when people don’t take your request to watch the nine o’clock news seriously.

You’re a narcissist, Chucky. There’s no good way to say any of that. I know we’re supposed to restore the sinner gently, but you’re trying every last ounce of patience I have. And, judging by the grandiose and explicit paintings you have of yourself in your apartment, I know that nothing I’ve said will probably sink in.

What this movie does is give us a perfect picture of “narcissistic revenge“. “Narcissistic revenge” can be characterized as what happens when something, no matter how big or how small gets in a narcissist’s way, especially if it damages the narcissist’s frail ego. The fact that there is a link between narcissism and revenge needs to serve as a warning to Christians about needing to take a good look at ourselves, before we go seeking vengeance against others.

What we need to take away from this:

Chucky is perhaps the worst example of what happens when we deny we’re sinners. In doing so, we head down a path where we’re never responsible for anything and don’t need to answer to anyone.

Think I’m lying?

Look at Trump or Hefner. Look at Epstein. Look at the countless lives these men have ruined and notice, that all of them claim not to be at fault or to have done nothing wrong. And, when the law does come after them, Trump and Epstein act like the wronged parties and instead fight against those that would suppress their sinful actions.

When we refuse to repent, we don’t grow. It’s only when we do repent, that we are able to become better people. And it stops us from going down the wrong path, like Ray.

Getting back to the film of the hour, if Ray had Jesus in his life, he would’ve never become the “Strangler” and we honestly wouldn’t be sitting here talking about this movie. And, it would be for the best.

Metaphor for child sexual abuse?

Before we go our separate ways, I wanted to talk about the way the adults treat Andy in the film. While the viewer knows that Andy is telling the truth, Andy’s mother treats her son very badly until she discovers the truth about Chucky.

The way she blames Andy and shames him reminds me a little about what happens when children often report sexual abuse or other forms of abuse.


Child abuse

Andy’s mom: “Of course I don’t believe you. You’re clearly doing this on purpose.”


The way she treats Andy is borderline mental abuse. In fact, when Andy is found in the middle of nowhere, outside the house of Ray’s murdered associate, Eddie, does she start wondering why her son has developed a fascination with the life of a serial killer Andy can’t possibly know about?


She starts telling Andy off and threatens him. She tells her son that unless he starts telling the truth, “they” are going to come and take Andy away from her.

It’s all about Andy needing to stop being crazy for his mom. It’s not about Andy’s well-being. It’s about how this looks and about her losing her son.

Closing arguments:

I know, I know, I ruined another one of your favourite movies.

Not sorry, ’cause I got Jesus on my side!

In any case, let’s close in prayer:


Lord, help us to take responsibility for our actions,

So that we may grow as Your children.

Help us to learn from our mistakes,

So we can become perfect in You.



Computer, cue some thematic music, so we can all go home!

[Movie images, character name information and film date come from IMDb].

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Vengeance is the Lord’s, Part 3: The Elm Street Parents vs. F. Krueger; Honourable Judge YHWY Presiding


Forgive this post for a sounding a tad repetitive, but if you’ve never heard of a Nightmare on Elm Street or of Freddy Krueger, you’ve probably spent your life as a desolate hermit.

Heck, when I was young my most favourite horror franchise was the Elm Street saga. Heck, I was on Team Freddy.

Then again, I was also semi-addicted to pornography back then. So, no accounting for good taste.

However, since then the Christian community will be glad to know that I have repented from porn and Freddy and am now porn-free and on Team Jason. (Yeah, I figured that since I had to pick a side, I’d switch from the team of the child-murder/pedophile and go for the special needs boy that got picked on at Summer Camp.)

Hey, I didn’t say my conversion story would be monumental.

Anyways, back to the movie.

For those that don’t know the plot of the 1984 film, A Nightmare on Elm Street follows the trials of Nancy and her friends as they try to escape the clutches of a killer who can only murder them in their dreams.

The parents’ actions:

The film eventually tells us that the killer stalking Nancy and her friends is the spirit of a dead child-murderer, Fred Krueger. Years ago, Nancy’s mother and a few of the other Elm Street parents tracked Krueger down and murdered him for his crimes, as the court system could never try him.

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Nancy’s mother, in front of the hearth where she hid Freddy’s glove.

Desperate, the parents put an end to Krueger, thinking they’d never see him again. However, much like Pamela’s vengeance in my last post, their vengeance scheme eventually comes back to bite them as Krueger’s ghost comes to haunt and kill their children. Not to mention the fact that Nancy’s parents had to cover up their vengeance with lies in order to hide the truth from their children, even though their children were in danger from Freddy! (Somebody should have told the parents that “the truth would set them free” and prevent their kids from being killed. Possibly.)

The film also testifies to fallout from taking revenge, as Nancy’s mother is shown to be an alcoholic who uses alcohol to cope with what she, her ex-husband and the other parents’ did.

This reminds me of  this New York Times’ article which talks about how revenge keeps us tied to the past and to the person against whom we took revenge. This is symbolized in the movie by Nancy’s mother keeping Freddy’s glove (which he used to murder children) in the basement of her own house!

Scary! And more reasons as to why revenge is never the right answer.

Freddy’s revenge:

Freddy’s revenge against the parents is testament to this fact: evil can be temporarily defeated, but it always tries to find a way to come back; much like the departed Krueger. In fact, later in the series, it isn’t surprising to find out that the whole reason for Freddy’s return is due to a pact he made with some “dream demons”.

However, Freddy’s revenge while less justifiable than that of the parents, triumphs at the end of the film, as Freddy not only succeeds in trapping all of the children, but killing Nancy’s mother as well.

(At least, until a later sequel where it’s revealed that Nancy is okay. Only for her to die in that same sequel. Unfortunately.)

What do we take away from this?

Well, a cynic might say that this movie is proof that there is no God and no justice in this lifetime.

However, a Bible scholar might say that the whole point here is that if the parents’ hadn’t taken matters into their own hands, Krueger might never have returned from the grave. He may have escaped earthly justice, but it would have prevented him from being as big a threat as he had become.

Biblical perspective:

Let’s take a closer look at that same verse from my post on Friday the 13th.

Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord. On the contrary: “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

(Romans 12:17-21).

Did you catch it?

Try to read it again.

This scripture tells us something very important which is that “Vengeance is the Lord’s” and for good reason. God’s justice is perfect. Ours isn’t. If it’s one thing I learned the very first time I watched A Nightmare on Elm Street it’s that the parents’ taking matters into their own hands is what caused the whole mess in the first place.

What the parents needed to know (and this applies to us, too) is that there is also a promise in this verse. A promise which we need to be all be scared of: “Leave room for God’s wrath.” That verse is both a source of comfort to me and an extremely scary verse for me to deal with.

Considering all the wrongs I’ve done in my lifetime, the notion that God promises to repay it, frightens me.

It should frighten you, too.

Let’s take a moment to reflect on that and pray:


Lord, help me to remember Your Justice is swift.

Lord, help me to be patient when wrong is done to me.

Lord, forgive me for all I have done. 

Lord, I fear You, have mercy on me.



Computer, cue some music that can inspire us to become better people!

[Please note the movie photos in this post as well as the proper spelling for Krueger’s name come from IMDb.]


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In which I feel a little better…

Hey everybody!

I’m coming off of a rough medication change, but today, things are different!

Just when I thought I was down, God lifted me back up. Just when I thought I was gonna spend the whole day in bed, God gave me enough energy to write this and do schoolwork!

I can’t praise His name enough!

Please join me in praising Him today! For He is good! And through Him all things are possible!

Vengeance is the Lord’s, Part 2: Welcome your next priest, Fr. Piccolo of Tarsus

I’d like to pause our regularly scheduled horror movie programming and instead take a moment to reflect on Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z.

Just sit back down and give me a minute to explain.

It’s just that I noticed a few parallels between the story of Piccolo and the story of Paul in the Bible.

Think about it.

For those of you who haven’t watched or even heard of the Dragon Ball franchise. Allow me to introduce the character of Piccolo.


Meet Piccolo.

Now that introductions are made, let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was an evil alien named King Piccolo. One day, Son Goku showed up and defeated him. But, the evil King Piccolo gave birth to an egg, which spawned Piccolo, Jr. Or, just Piccolo.

Piccolo grew up to be just as evil as his father, and was soon defeated by Goku. However, when Goku had a family of his own, and an evil Saiyan came to Earth-

Just stick with me, please, I know the plot is very complex-

When the Saiyan came to Earth, Piccolo teamed up with Goku to defeat this Saiyan. However, during the battle Goku was killed, so it was up to Piccolo to prepare Goku’s son, Gohan, to be ready when some more Saiyans arrived.

Piccolo, who eventually saw Gohan as a means to an end, grew to care for the boy and nurtured him and his later brother into adulthood.

There are many moments during the series where Piccolo winds up raising Goku’s two sons, (as well as other children) and giving them guidance.

Keep in mind, this guy tried to straight up murder people.

Kind of like…Saul.

Another interesting fact about Piccolo is that he comes from an alien asexual race. So, he’s essentially celibate.

Kind of like…Paul.

When I think about Piccolo, I think about him being everything a good priest (or pastor) should be. He’s patient, he’s caring and he’s pretty darn responsible, too.

And I can’t help thinking about Saul’s transformation into Paul.


I wonder where the creator for Dragon Ball got the inspiration for Piccolo.

(Methinks it was a visit from the Holy Ghost… Maybe. Just maybe.)

Now, to tie this back into vengeance, Piccolo not only wound up suffering defeat on his quest for vengeance, he wound up having to take care of his enemies and protect them, which, in the end, led to him having friends and meaningful relationships, as well as not having to spend a lifetime in loneliness.

It reminds me of Saul and his personal quest against Jesus. He hated Christians and legitimately saw them as a threat to everything he held dear. They were his enemies. Yet, much like Piccolo, Saul never gained as much in his lifetime, as when he joined the opposing team. Team Jesus.

So, my takeaway for today is :

1)Start broadcasting episodes of DBZ with Piccolo at your local seminary or Bible college

2)Be like Piccolo, lay down your quest for revenge. You might just gain more in the long run!

Vengeance is the Lord’s, Part 1: Friday the 13th and the Pamela’s Voorhees problem



A brief introduction:


For those who have been living under a rock, Friday the 13th is probably one of the most recognizable horror film series in the world. But, the first film usually gets overshadowed because Jason isn’t in it as the main antagonist. Yet, despite all the reviews and movie lists I’ve been over, nobody seems willing to tackle this film from a Christian perspective.

And no, not from the “horror movies are full of sin and that’s it” perspective. I’m talking about somebody who pulls out the Good Book and realizes the parallels between this film and the Bible.

How could Christians miss this?

Me and vengeance:


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I’ve been through the mental health system in Ontario. I don’t need a reason to want to seek revenge. Trust me, if you were in my shoes, crying your eyes out everyday, bone-tired and almost sucked dry of hope thanks to some new medication, you might not be surprised to find Satan at your door, tempting you with envy and vengeance towards everyone and everything around you.

No joke. That’s where I’m at. So, I guess you could say I’m a bit of an authority on vengeance. Revenge and I go WAY back, too. Though, by the grace of God, the desire for vengeance was always stronger than the actual carrying out of it, where my life is concerned, anyways.

But, I was a fool. I didn’t realize how bad vengeance was for me. It’s not so hot for you, either.

Don’t believe me? Even science (or as some may wish to call it “Godless science”) will tell you so. Like this Washington Post article.

Even the desire for vengeance is sinful and therefore, bad for you. For more information on sinful anger, try this Catholic article.

And, of course, if you still don’t believe me about vengeance and sinful anger being destructive, we now turn to our feature film.

Pamela’s wrath:


This whole film reads like a story out of the Old Testament. Every time a character sins on camera, they are punished, severely.

They even have a prophet in the film to warn others away from sin. Enter… “Crazy Ralph”.


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Ralph: “I’m on a mission from God.”


Ralph’s job is to try and warn people away from Camp Chrystal Lake, which has “got a death curse”. Needless to say, the people working at the camp are too busy with pride, lust, drugs and other sins to heed his warning and leave while they still can.

What’s amazing is that the young people in the film are constantly shown to be so wrapped up in themselves and having fun that they can’t be bothered to go look for their missing (and murdered) friends until it’s far too late!

Seriously, somebody should do a sermon on this movie and the book of Judges. Somebody needs to get on this, now.

But, the best lesson in the movie, is the one that Pamela Voorhees teaches us. Pamela used to be the cook at the camp until one day her son drowned while irresponsible camp counselors were having premarital sex.


So now, Pamela blames all camp counselors and wants to kill everyone who works at Chrystal Lake.

Pamela is the very example of what happens when we let sinful anger and hate consume us to the point where we punish those who weren’t responsible for our problems. Not only does Pamela kill those onscreen, but she takes sadistic pleasure in it, making her no less sinful than those she kills. Perhaps, even worse.

If you’re considering revenge at this moment, I suggest watching this film, it may dissuade you because it shows you exactly where vengeance will get you. Nowhere.

True, at the end of the film, Pamela gets beheaded and never gets to fulfill her desire for vengeance as one counselor survives the massacre.





The part where I ruin your favourite movie:


We need to talk about Pamela Voorhees and her depiction. Specifically, the way this movie portrays people with mental health issues.

The reader: “Oh great, now some bleeding-heart liberal is going to ruin my favourite Halloween go-to movie because it’s not P.C.”

Ahem. Yes, well. Here we are. From what I can deduce -and please note, I’m not a psychiatrist- Pamela exhibits psychotic symptoms in the movie. She could be schizophrenic, I don’t know.

The problem with her, is the problem with Hollywood in general.

People with mental health issues have long-been the chosen villains of horror movies. It’s a proud tradition going all the way back to Psycho. Heck, look at Halloween. Heck, look anywhere. Name a horror movie and I guarantee they’ll be one character who’s mentally unwell in it.

I’m not stupid, either. I’ve been to a psych ward, I know what kind of people you can find there. Some harmless. Some very, very violent.

Upon re-watching the movie, my heart couldn’t help but sink as Pamela’s delusions played forth. I know it’s “just a movie”, but I don’t think characters like her help those suffering. I think it hurts them.


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How not to depict those with a mental illness…


Some biblical conclusions:


I’d like to close Part 1 of this series with a few verses from scripture:


Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: “It is mine to avenge; I will repay,” says the Lord. On the contrary: “If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.” Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.

(Romans 12:17-21).


And this is the hardest part for me; repaying evil with good. If you can do it, you’re a far better person than I am and it’s a lesson Pamela Voorhees needed to learn. So remember, readers, if you are confronted with the choice, to take vengeance or to forgive, do what Paul recommended. Forgive. It will save you a lot of pain and it will make your Heavenly Father proud.

Now, get out there and do some good!


Take it away, Computer! Cue the Alice Cooper track!


[Note: all film photos come from IMDb]. 


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In which God works in mysterious ways…


Today, God surprised me.

Astounded me, more like it.

I can’t describe the feeling of hopelessness I felt when I walked into my psychiatrist’s office. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically, struggling with suicidal thoughts.

I walked into that office and I was immediately surprised to find that my doctor didn’t want me to change medications, but actually wanted to lower the dose.

Moreover, he told me there was a possibility I might not even need to take anti-psychotics in the future.

I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t. How could I? My condition was permanent, wasn’t it? My condition was judgement from God…

Wasn’t it?

It couldn’t be over. I needed to pay for all the wrong I’d done…

Then, my psychiatrist shocked me. He asked me about my relationship with God. He asked me how it was. I told him I thought God was disappointed in me.

My psychiatrist then lectured me on how God couldn’t possibly get disappointed in me.

I left that office in shock. Everything I thought I had known, was gone.

I wasn’t hopeless. My case wasn’t hopeless.

There would be a tomorrow, and it looks good!

Praise the Lord!


In which I announce a new series…

Much like your pastor *insert Tim Hawkins joke here*, I too have decided to start a spiritual series.

A series on…


I decided to do some spiritual research and focus on movies with vengeance as the main theme, for some personal and almost selfish reasons: I have had it with Ontario’s mental health system.

I’m tired of trying to get help only to get nowhere. The last straw was when I phoned a mental health center -after giving myself “the talk” on why I need to seek help- only to be snapped at and barked at by the person on the other end.

I was already depressed that day, I didn’t need someone badgering me in that way.

What are my current feelings towards the mental health system? Answer: a whole lot of desire for vengeance and feeling resentful. Two things which are extremely hazardous to my spiritual health.

So, to put myself on time out, and in an effort to help others, I decided, starting this week, to focus on the theme of vengeance.

Be forewarned, the movies I’ll be reviewing and talking about will be horror movies, because vengeance is often a central theme of horror films. And, believe it or not, the horror genre is very Old Testamenty when it comes to morality.

Yes, I too was astounded (and delighted).

My hope is that you’ll join me on this adventure so we can both learn and grow into who God wants us to be. I’ll be praying for my readers, just as I hope I can get some prayer coverage from all of you to do this series.

Are you ready?

Then, let’s go!



Don’t worry, we’ll talk about forgiveness, too…

In which a giant lizard battles a mutant rose while a Christian film critic tries to figure out “what it’s all about.”

[Warning! Spoilers ahead!]

Godzilla vs. Biollante is about Godzilla fighting a mutant rose.

Let me repeat that: Godzilla vs. Biollante is about Godzilla fighting a mutant rose. Twice. They have two battles.

Just let that sink in for a minute.

Has it sunk in, yet?



This movie is all kinds of bizarre. But, it’s-

Well, it’s-


It should be just fun and bizarre, but it’s weirdly compelling.

The movie starts off with the fakest Godzilla I’ve ever seen battling the fakest hovercraft I’ve ever seen on the fakest of sets imaginable. Godzilla is then swallowed alive by a volcano while a spliced-in-the-film-at-the-last-minute American reporter speaks like a alien robot.

Already, you should probably know what kind of movie this is.

Bad special effects

Can you spot the bad special effects? I know I can…


The good:


Just skip ahead to the spiritual section. Seriously, you’re wasting your time hanging around here expecting something.


Nothing to do here

Nothing to do here….



The bad:


Where, oh where, to begin?


Let’s start with the plot. Or plots. You see, this professor who’s been trying to develop a wheat that can grow in the desert for a Saudi Arabia stand-in, loses his daughter, Erica, in a bomb attack on his lab. This lab had roses and Godzilla cells.

So, several years later, in an effort to “resurrect” his daughter, he splices Godzilla cells with a rose.

Did I mention that before this he had a psychic girl try to talk to the roses in his garden because plants have their own “mental field.”

If you came to this post looking for sanity, you came to the wrong neighbourhood, friend. Turn around and don’t stop moving until you reach the closest psych ward.

Did I mention that I picked this movie while I was adjusting to some new medication?

And back to the movie:

There’s another plot involving a Saradian (read: Saudi Arabian) agent and some American corporate agents trying to steal Godzilla cells so they can make an anti-nuclear bacteria.

Lost, yet?

Don’t worry, the plot will become clearer when the rose mutates into a horrible monster that is technically possessed by Erica’s spirit, but then, not, just possessed by Godzilla-

Sorry, did I lose you? Let me try this again. Where was I-

Then, Biollante calls to Godzilla and the two fight, and it’s a battle for the ages, until Godzilla kills Biollante.

(Fun fact: head to around the 54 minute mark for some very fake underwater action during this sequence.)

Now, at this point in time, I want to talk about the music for this movie. At one point, the film’s soundrack rips off the psycho theme.

But the blockbuster plagiarism doesn’t stop there. When the Saradian agent I mentioned earlier is introduced, he looks exactly like Kyle Reese from The Terminator.

But it gets worse, halfway through the movie, a pilot character cosplays at Lt. Colonel Hogan. You know, from Hogan’s Heroes. He even puts his hat on like Colonel Hogan at the end. Shenanigans! I call Shenanigans!!

Another issue in the film are the times when they do try to speak English, because said English is clearly done by actors who are speaking English for the first time and it’s terrible. Seriously, while I recognize and give props to the time and effort it took to have the actors’ practice as well as the “omedetougozaimasu” I need to give to the actors’ efforts, nobody should have greenlit this.

In addition, I wasn’t kidding when I said the opening of the movie pretty much sets the tone: the sets in this movie are clearly not-even-trying fake and I’ve seen better Godzilla suits. The point of the spikes on his back are to stand up, not flop to the side like limp noodles.

This film is also recognizable for actions sequences that attempt to be epic, but are just badly choreographed and seem to fail… Really. Like, when this character Gondo and a scientist beat up an unnamed Saudi-Arabian (I’m sorry, I MEAN, Saradian agent). Seriously, I know Japan can do better. I’ve watched several Taiga drama episodes to know they can do better action scenes.

Another non-point is awarded to this movie for the character of Gondo. Every time he tries to be suave and cool on camera, a kitten cries.

Though, the movie contains one redeeming scene, around 1:16:54 of the movie’s running time; when Godzilla sneaks up in the most hilarious way possible behind Gondo. Only to have Gondo fire a missle into Godzilla’s mouth whilst giving a snappy comeback, only to have Godzilla shrug it off and collapse the building that Gondo’s in.

It’s…wonderful. *Cries due to overwhelming feels.*

This film is also guilty for having the last-minute weapon, the TC system, that is supposed to save the day and was never mentioned until the very end, because plot convenience, my dear Watson!

The only reason they bring this weapon up, is because…

…shocking revelation…

…wait for it…

…they have only now figured out…

…that Godzilla is cold-blooded. Literally.

I mean, a giant reptile…

What were the odds….

Hey, wait a minute…

You mean to tell me in all the decades Godzilla’s been stomping Tokyo. AND with an entire force dedicated to stopping him -equipped with the latest science and technology, I might add- nobody figured out this cold-blooded thing before…or tried to do research on it.

As an academic, I find their lack of research disturbing.

But before we get to ending the giant lizard once and for all (it is almost the end of the movie), let’s take a moment to pause and reflect and let the young generation take over for the older generation.


I’m not kidding, there’s a moment in the movie that is completely tonally off at around 1:21:36 where this movie dares to get philosophical after 1:21:35 of pure ridiculousness and crummy special effects.

No, movie! Bad movie! Shame on you!

Coming back to the music, near 1:22:19 the movie’s soundtrack legitimately sounds like the Hogan’s Heroes theme is going to start in a few seconds.

I’m not joking!

Another issue, is the psychic girl character, Miki, who does absolutely nothing. If she wasn’t in the movie, she wouldn’t be missed and the other characters wouldn’t be stuck in the dark, either.

Her lines can be summed up, as follows:

“Godzilla’s awake!”

“Biollante’s still alive!”

“I had a dream that Godzilla would return. So did all these other, suddenly-psychic children in the area”. (Yep, the movie really goes there. It’s like Stephen King got a hold of the script. SHOUT OUT TO THE NOSTALGIA CRITIC!)

Speaking of character, the characters don’t have well-rounded personalities. They’re not even stock characters. Most of them are so bland that I’m not even sure how to categorize them. They’re just THERE.


Spiritual Perspective:


The moral at the end of the story, as stated by the character Dr. Kirishima, is that humans are the real monsters who are responsible for the creation of Biollante and Godzilla.

And…he’s right.

There’s no better way to sum up what this movie is all about. Dear mankind: don’t interfere with God’s creation, otherwise you will wind up perverting it and causing even bigger problems.

Much of the movie’s anxiety revolves around this “Anti-Nuclear Bacteria”. And, quite predictably, the scientists and the Japanese military demonstrate multiple times throughout the movie that they really have no business playing around with this kind of power. They’re a bunch of foolish mortals and this bacteria holds the key to the destruction of everything and can’t be controlled. You do the math.

I love how the movie explores unhealthy methods of grieving; as instead of accepting his daughter’s death and relying on God to get him through her loss, Dr. Kirishima splices a rose with Godzilla cells.

His grief blinds him to rationality and objectivity, instead causing him to -and I CAN say this- go mad and nearly destroy Japan by creating an equally large threat to Godzilla.

The H-bomb, chemical weapons, genetic engineering. How long will it take before we stop and actually think about what it is we’re doing?

I know you came here for a funny review and you want me to tear this movie apart.

But I can’t. Even though it’s Godzilla fighting a giant mutant rose that looks like Audrey II from Little Shop of Horrors, I can’t help but admire this movie.

Even Biollante’s death and disappearance at the end of the movie is quite moving (I actually started to tear up at bit).

It’s a heartfelt ending, but not before the main Saradian agent assassinates Dr. Kirishima which is followed by an inevitable showdown between the agent and one of scientists, (don’t ask me who, he’s not very memorable as a character. Honestly, none of them are, except for maybe Dr. Kirishima and his daughter, and -loathe as I am to admit it- Gondo).

But everything at the end turns to be for naught, as Godzilla rises again and descends into the watery depths of Japan, which is a symbol of the evil of mankind continuing on, despite grace and mercy from heaven.

Normally, I’d call this movie racist and xenophobic (seeing as all the villains are not Japanese), but this line, spoken by one of the scientists, prevents me from doing so: “There’s good and bad in every country”. I’d like to think that maybe the filmmakers realized how their movie could be interpreted and tried to fight against it. Does it work? Eh, that’s a review for another time and by another reviewer.

What’s interesting, is in the final minute of the movie, where we are shown the body of Dr. Kirishima and out of nowhere, a narrator asks where this all began and ponders if it was when the fall happened in the garden of Eden, before asking humans to remember this day.

All in all, I wasn’t expecting such a biblical ending; calling on mankind to reflect on sin and salvation, on good and evil.

The one problem I do have is the emphasis this film puts on psychic abilities. Yet, it almost seems like the filmmakers defeat their own arguments, as Miki’s ESP abilities don’t succeed at all, rather it’s goodness from heaven (literally; Biollante resurrects as fairy dust falling from the heavens to stop Godzilla’s rampage) that defeats evil, at least temporarily.


ESP to the rescue!

Sure Miki. You go ahead and defeat Godzilla with your mind. I’ll just…stand…back…here…


And yes, the film should be played for camp. All of it. And yet, this movie has heart. It has charisma. It has that special something that touches you deep down inside, grabbing a hold of your heart and just won’t let go.

I hope you enjoyed the review and learned as much from this movie as I did. Remember, just because it’s a bad film, doesn’t mean God can’t use it to his advantage.


Computer, cue some thematically appropriate music so we can head home.


[Please note all images in this post come from IMDb.]


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In which there is an urgent prayer request…

Hello everyone!

I wish I could be writing under better circumstances. Right now, I’m struggling with major depression. And when I get depressed, my thoughts often spiral out of control and lead to some very dark places.

I’d like to ask that you pray for me and for my family. Please pray that nothing else comes our way during this difficult time, please pray for healing and for better medication for me as well.

Thank you and I’m sorry that I can’t say more.

If you don’t hear from me for a while, unfortunately, you know why.




Ravens Bane

In which there is a lot of depression…


This is Ravens Bane, coming to you live from…

My bed.

Yes, these past few days, my bed and I have gotten much acquainted thanks to a heavy dose of depression.

I’m not sure what’s to blame for the depression. It could be that the last time I was checked into the hospital, they took me off the anti-depressants. Or, it could be that I’m transitioning from one medication to another and that’s causing fluctuations in mood.

Whatever the case, I wanted to say a few words about depression. And yes, there is going to be a bit of language (so reader, beware.)


If there’s anything I’ve learned in the past few months, it’s that Satan loves depression. He’s absolutely over-the-moon for it.

Think about it. Depression is a state of worthlessness and hopelessness. (Gee, I wonder who might want to keep us there…)

During my depression is when I find Satan hits me the hardest:

God doesn’t love you.

God can’t stand you. 

I don’t deserve to live. 

I’m a failure.

These thoughts get repeated in my head like an evil, sadistic mantra.

To all those fighting depression, I say this:

1)Keep fighting

2)Stay alive

Why? Because those two things listed above piss Satan off. He wants to keep us down and make us give up. The best thing to do, is to keep going.

Today, I pray for protection not only for myself but for others who are weakened by mental illness.

Join me, won’t you?

Lord, protect me.

Lord, guard me with Your angels. 

Don’t let the devil win today. 

Don’t let him take me.

Help me to ignore whatever he says to make me fall today. 

Help me to remain in Your embrace. 

And above all else, please heal me and take this awful burden away. 


And here’s an image below to show you that in the darkness, he’s always there…


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In which the first fanfic is up!

Hello everyone!

I’m excited to let you know that the first chapter of my first christian fanfiction story has been posted. It’s called: The Mistake and it takes place in the recent Star Wars movie universe. The pairing for the fanfic (that’s short for fanfiction for all you newcomers) is Kylo Ren/Rey.

You can find the story here.

Let me know what you think!




In which a golden electric chinchilla drives a poor boy nuts in a movie based off of a Japanese video game and TV franchise…

[Warning! Spoilers ahead!]

Pokémon: Detective Pikachu is the story of young man, Tim, whose always-absent father mysteriously dies in a suspicious car crash. After going to sort out his father’s effects, Tim finds a Pikachu in a detective hat. (Yes, the Sherlock Holmes kind. Yes.) Equally mysterious is the fact that Pikachu and Tim can speak to each other, a feat which was thought to be impossible in this fantasy world.


[From left to right] Tim and Pikachu

The Good:

There is a lot of good in this movie, both from a Christian and a non-Christian perspective. The story is good; it’s not the greatest movie ever, but there are enough well -thought-out plot twists to surprise even the most skeptical critic. The characters are flawed people, yet interesting and genuine. For fans of the Pokémon series, don’t be afraid, there’s much in this movie that was made just for you! For example, near the beginning, the film’s orchestral score turns into some electronic music you’d swear came out of a Pokémon video game. (You’re not sure which one, but you KNOW it’s from one of them.)

Plus, the movie has one of the most incredible scenes in history: Ryan Reynolds as Pikachu walking down a road singing mournfully the English version of the Pokémon theme song.


Can you tell I was a little manic when I wrote the above three sentences?

On another note, for concerned parents, you don’t have to be worried about this film. This isn’t Deadpool and Ryan Reynolds keeps his humour family-friendly.


The Bad:


Honestly, aside from the fact that if you watch the commercials for this movie, you’ve seen most of the funniest parts from the film, the picture doesn’t have much to be said against it.


Spiritual Perspective:


This is a movie about acceptance. By the end of the film, Tim accepts the truth that his father really did love him and hated to be apart from his son. Tim leaves behind all the years of his youth spent in resentment and forgives his father’s busy schedule. This is contrasted by the film’s main antagonist, Howard Clifford. Clifford is stuck in a wheelchair and tries to pass himself off as the creator of a paradise where humans and Pokémon live in harmony and as equals.



[From left to right] Howard Clifford, Pikachu and Tim.

Instead, we find out that he’s been creating a special gas so he can switch bodies with Mewtwo (a very powerful Pokémon), so Clifford can then make humans become Pokémon and therefore, become higher, more “evolved” beings.



This is Mewtwo. If you see Mewtwo, run for your life. No one should be this close to Mewtwo. Ever.


While the idea that Pokémon can “evolve” may be problematic for some Christian viewers, stick around with me on this one. There’s a bigger, much more important story to follow here, which is…

Clifford never accepted his limitations or his flawed flesh. As Christians, we have to accept our limitations and our imperfections. It’s what we need God for. Refusing to accept our own fallen nature and then to try and change that by harming innocent Pokémon is the most narcissistic move I can think of. Furthermore, humans were created by God in his image, so to try and change that image, is like spitting directly into God’s eye and disputing that what He made isn’t good.

In addition, instead of turning to God during his illness, Clifford turns to these creatures (part of God’s creation) and accepts them as a higher form of life; what to aspire to. Clifford is the very thesis statement for what happens when we turn away from God and seek meaning elsewhere. Not only did the villain abandon God, but he decided to rob Pokémon of their “souls” and replace those souls with human ones.


I would honestly recommend pastors try to do kids’ sermons or youth sermons with this movie. There’s probably a lot more to be said spiritually here, but I’m interested to hear what others think, so let me know in the comments below!

And as always, computer, play that theme song. The one we all wanna hear…


[All images in this post come from IMDb. Many thanks to this film’s IMDb page for helping me remember the names of the characters.]

Coming Soon to a Theater Near You: Christian Fanfiction

Dear Reader,


I suppose you’ve all been wondering, why did it take me so long to write another post?

Long story short: my OCD and inability to cope put me in the hospital. Will we discuss this further in this post? For the sake of my mental health, absolutely not.

But, that time spent in the hospital was not for absolutely nothing.

To pass the time in the psych ward, I reflected on the past. When I was young, if a show I loved took a wrong direction or suffered from a bad ending, I’d try to come up with a better one. (This often would involve me creating an original character which was a suped-up narcissistic creation. Then, I would have said narcissistic creation go on bizarre and depressing adventures in the fictional world of my choosing.) However, over time, specifically in the last year, I started to revisit past ideas and, vague ideas turned into thoughtful visions. In addition, they were accompanied by a profound desire not just to write for the sake of liking writing, but to write for God.

This applies not only to my blog, but also to the project which I am proposing to you now.


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Ladies and gentlemen, we have a problem on the internet. That problem is called fanfiction. It’s not going away just because we don’t like it. So long as authors/TV writers/comic book creators/etc. keep failing at their jobs, fans will do their best to correct these mistakes through written fantasies of their own.

Now, writing a story based off another’s story for free and posting it on the internet for all your geek friends to see is not a bad idea in itself. Heck, look at the amount of people that have reimagined Dracula. It’s possible to tell the same story two different ways. Look at Wicked.

The problem. Well, the problem is that only a very small fraction of fanfiction is innocent. The rest of it is…

Straight from the pits of hell. (And no, I’m not exaggerating.)

The majority of fanfiction is misogynistic, perverted and filled with all kinds of unhealthy ideas about relationships. Go ahead, prove me wrong. I dare you. Ask anyone who’s been on any fanfiction website. They could probably tell you horror stories that could make your hair curl.

Pedophilia? You got it.

Bestiality. Absolutely.

Here’s the problem I have. I’m good at writing fanfiction. (The good kind, let’s be clear.) And since, fanfiction won’t be dying anytime soon, I think it’s time to do my part. So, starting very soon, -a.k.a. don’t ask me for specifics, I work on Bipolar Time- I’m setting up a Christian fanfiction website with stories written by yours truly. Some involve characters of my own creation. Some of them won’t. I offer stories with real-world problems and Christian responses to them.

I’m going to the trenches, my Christian brothers and sisters, into the heart of enemy territory. I’m going with my laptop and my cell phone, where all my story notes and ideas are kept. I’m going with the Lord by my side and I ask that you all would pray for me as I endeavor to lead people away from the awful fanfiction to a better substitute.


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If you’re not on board, that’s fine. It’s your call. But seriously, think about dropping by some time. I mean, have you seen the alternative?

(Biblically speaking, I know we’re not supposed to talk about what the heathens do, but, chances are, you know somebody who’s been reading that kind of filth and needs help. So, consider this post as educational, like a drug PSA.)


Now, for those following this blog, don’t worry. I’ll still be doing my mental health posts and movie/show reviews. That won’t be changing anytime soon.


Ravens Bane

[P.S. Hey, if the Salvation Army could rewrite bar tunes into hymns, there’s got to be some way to this, right?]



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In which there is some mental health news…

While searching the internet, I came across this article on CTV news which details a huge step in the diagnosis process of bipolar disorder.

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So let’s party like it’s 1999 and sing along with Wang Chung! Come on people, everybody have fun tonight!

*stops partying*

In other news, another CTV article talks about how foster children in the USA are more likely to be over-prescribed psychiatric drugs or worse, not be prescribed anything at all, two scenarios which make an already bad situation worse.  What’s also shocking is the fact that social workers aren’t monitoring the drugs children are being prescribed.

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Overall, reading this article makes me ask a very important question which I think merits further investigation: is the abundance of medication or lack thereof a form of abusive by the foster parents to keep their foster children compliant?


This CNN article (and video) talks about the effect early screentime exposure can have on a child’s brain development.

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The article mentions that screentime at the dinner table can lead to less than stellar sleep and behavioural problems.


Singer Bebe Rexha is bipolar, she announced this through tweets on social media. In one snippet, she asks fans not to pity her but to accept her for who she is.


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She also proudly announced in other tweet that she’s going to pour all of her efforts into her next album (which might be a way for her to bring her mental health struggles further into the light).


For those with schizophrenia out there, I found a BBC podcast called “I Hear Voices” where a woman called Alice talks about her struggles with schizophrenia and introduces listeners to the voices that inhabit her mind.


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I haven’t listened to this podcast, but please let me know in the comments what you thought about it.


Well, that’s it for this roundup. In the meantime, while you -my fellow goths, mental health aficionados and Christians- wait for the next one, keep your heads up and take care of yourselves and each other.

And now, because I can’t stop thinking about this song, computer cue Word Up by Cameo so we can all go home…


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In which a man with an aquatic creature obsession is proven to have been right all along!

Jaws 2 is the often-forgotten sequel. In my opinion, this reality is an unfair one as I found the movie to be very enjoyable and scary, which is more than a person can usually hope for in a horror movie sequel.


The good:


The acting in this movie is superb. I found the script writing and dialogue to be compelling and realistic. The cinematography is phenomenal (don’t get me wrong, the shark still looks fake, but that same creature is shot in such a way that it’ll scare you nonetheless). Yes people, this movie will terrify you. It got me good quite a few times.


The bad:


Despite the movie’s strong points, there was some sexual content thrown into the movie which I found to be sexist, off putting and honestly, completely unnecessary. Another downer is that the majority of characters in the film are teenagers and you are going to hate most if not all of them due to the fact that the screenwriters didn’t bother giving them any redeeming character traits.


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Look, it’s the Up-To-No-Good-Gang… I mean, the teenagers.


Another problem is Brody’s disobedience. Look, technically, he’s right about the shark. But, the way he goes about it – without much proof (nobody comes back having witnessed the shark except for the audience until at least halfway through the movie) and going full throttle in aggression mode are not good ways of making a case or proving one’s argument to be correct.


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You go, Brody, fight the power!…with absolutely no evidence…what…so…ever…

On another note, the music is not as good or as memorable as that of the first film.

The sexist overtones of the movie continue with the portrayal of the woman scientist who consults with Brody over the carcass of a killer whale. Once again, yes, the audience knows there’s a shark on the loose. But, think about if this was real life and if we didn’t know. The woman scientist makes a good case as to why Brody shouldn’t jump to conclusions about a shark. Still, the movie frames in such a way as to portray her as an idiot. Seriously, compare her portrayal to that of Hooper’s in the original Jaws film. The two roles couldn’t be more different.


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Look, trust me, I studied for years. When I tell you it’s inconclusive, it’s inconclusive. Sorry.


And one more question for this film: how on earth is the mayor still in power? You’d think they’d have run him out of office after the events of the first film. Though technically, since humanity is a fallen race, perhaps the fact he got reelected isn’t so shocking, (look who’s leading the country in Canada and in the USA right now…)


Spiritual Perspective:


The movie is without a doubt very Old Testament-y: sins are met with very harsh consequences (read: the shark). For example, the disobedience, rebellion, sexual immorality and drinking of the teenagers is met with them being stranded alone, hunted by the shark, waiting for help.

Much like the consequences of sin are death. Consequences of greed and other wrongdoings are met with the jaws of vengeance.

Well, that about wraps it up. Computer, cue something terrifying to set the mood, and of course, so we can all go home…


[Please note, all photos included in this post come from IMDb.]


In which there was a wave of nostalgia…

Sitting in my room, comforted by the smell of an aromatherapy candle, a wave of nostalgia hits me hard.

Creative memories of the past flood through me, things that could’ve been, ideas I’d thrown away, aspects I wasn’t quite sure what to do with…

I guess I should’ve seen the wave coming. Lately, I’d been listening to a lot of old songs. Watching documentaries about rock bands from the eighties. Watching old movies. Revisiting old comedy favorites.

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The past two weeks have been filled with so much stress, it nearly broke my body. It certainly damaged my mind. The stress -which I’ve never been good with, by the way, brought on so much nausea and stomach pain, I soiled myself and got a yeast infection.

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Too much information? Sorry.

The past two weeks also brought me the creation of another song. Me writing songs now is a thing, has been ever since I started having mental health issues.

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I’m also an author. I want to take a few ideas to a publisher, but I need to work up a lot of courage first.

Unfortunately, I have to take things a little easier right now, but don’t worry, there’s still plenty of activity on the Twitter page.

In the meantime, keep your head up and pray. Pray a whole lot.

Yours truly,

Ravens Bane

In which today is World Bipolar Day…

Twitter has just informed me that today is World Bipolar Day. Before now, I didn’t even realize that even existed.

*music plays* The more you know…

On this day, I would like to encourage you to reflect. Think about your understanding of mental illness. Think about how you see Bipolar Disorder -or Manic-Depressive illness, you can use either term- and people who suffer from it. Reflect on what you can do to help people with this condition.

I would also like to encourage you to remember the fallen. Those we’ve lost and who were failed by the system. Remember them and learn from their experiences, so we can never let what happened to them happen ever again.

Today, I’ll be observing five minutes of silence for this condition that has taken over my entire life. I would appreciate it if you did the same.

And to the rest of those affected by this condition, and to those living with somebody effected by this mental disease, I say:

Godspeed, good luck and know that I stand with all of you.



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I leave you with the following verse to remind you that our Saviour also stands with you:


He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem. Surely he took up our pain and bore our suffering, yet we considered him punished by God, stricken by him, and afflicted.

Isaiah 53:3-4 NIV



In which there is a discussion on mental health and menstrual cycles…

Ah, that time of the month.


I’ve noticed today that while mid-way through my period, signs of psychosis have increased. That’s why, after finishing some things on my to-do list, I’m deciding to take a step back today.

It started last night.

I was laying in bed, but I was having a difficult time falling asleep. My bladder was acting up. After I went to use the washroom, I came back to bed, only to find that I felt that my hand wasn’t actually my hand but a separate fiendish entity.

Luckily, I managed to calm myself down and go back to sleep.

The next morning, I started to feel dehydrated, but I drank enough water, so I thought I was fine.

Then, when I noticed my period got heavier, I started to feel high. Really high. Then, I felt a force pushing me.

That’s when I knew I needed to back off.

I found this helpful article, from the American OWH which talks about periods and mental health.

Also, if you menstruate and have a mental health disorder, like myself, I suggest you invest in period panties. You put them on, go about your day, rinse them out at night. They’re easier and safer than menstrual cups, tampons and regular pads. My personal favourite brand, is Revol Girl.

Anyways, normally I would end on a song, but I’m not feeling like myself today, so…goodbye and good luck!


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In which I ask you, the reader, to follow me on Twitter!

If you need to reach my twitter feed, go to the top of my blog’s homepage and click on the twitter icon, (it’s on the left-hand side.)

I hope you enjoy it!

Computer, play a little something to get the people pumped up…


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In which dance steps tell a terrifying truth which we in North America ignore every single day…

[Warning: the following review contains spoilers and disturbing subject matter. Reader discretion is advised.]

No Woman’s Land is a dance production created by Roshanak Jaberi and performed by the Jaberi Dance Theatre. They performed this show in Toronto from March 14 to March 16. Before the performance, audiences are given a program which explains not only the show, but also unfolds to reveal a map which highlights prominent refugee camps and where rape is used as a tool of war.



Said map


This performance was conceived on the actual testimonies of refugee women. The show combines light, sound, narration, dance and props to bring a harrowing tale that won’t be leaving your psyche anytime soon…

Before we get started, I would like to add that unfortunately, audience members were allowed to take photographs during the production, so there won’t be any in this post.



Theater bar area


Theater bar area and steps to upper theater seats


View from theater bar


The Good:

I loved the way they set the mood of the performance. The theater where the show was performed was constructed with a lot of metal and bars on the boxes. Throughout the space, echoed whispers and voice interrogating those whispers with the cold, unfeeling questions of: Where is your husband? What language do you speak? Have you ever suffered from mental illness? 

I highlight that question because it struck a powerful chord with me, as a person with a mental illness. The notion that someone could be denied entry into the country for something that is beyond their control, or something that may have been induced by the traumas they’ve faced is disgusting.





The special effects during the presentation were off the charts. They used a projector to simulate crowds, words and water. They only used a few props while onstage, but all of them were used so effectively. Silk streams turned into a swing, a womb and a waterfall before your eyes. A metal cage turned into a prison and then into a boat.

The dancers were dressed in combat gear for most of the show, to represent the war zone and violence that refugee women have to endure.

The one scene that I’ll never forget and which has been burned permanently into my eyes and mind is the scene with the madwoman. In it, one member of the company is dressed in white. She sits on a silver bucket, twisting and trembling. As she moves around the bucket, her dress falls partly off, revealing her breasts, while her eyes twitch. At one point during this scene, the madwoman goes behind the metal cage and wraps her arms in the silks. She then moves open-mouthed and spins around in a circle, while over the loudspeakers a voice moans.

It is a beautiful and haunting performance.

In addition, before the performance, the audience members were given cards where they could write their own review of the show’s subject material, which demonstrates an openness by the company to improve and reinvent their material. There was also a talk-back on the night I attended -sadly, I had a train to catch- which makes a more productive and interactive experience.

The bad:

This play isn’t meant for everyone. Viewers with sensitivities to rape, violence and trauma as well as partial nudity should approach this production with caution. This play also uses special effects that could trigger epilepsy and vertigo.

That being said, they did have a counselor on-hand in the audience, that audience members could talk to about what they saw in the show after the performance.

While the production is beautiful and moving, there are a few moments where what the dancers were trying to go for isn’t clear at all, for example, the scene where the twelve-year old is getting married and she’s painfully walking on silver buckets.

I walked away from that performance asking myself a lot of questions that I don’t think will be answered anytime soon.

Spiritual Perspective:

God instructs us in His Holy Word to treat strangers and foreigners with dignity. He also tells us to love our neighbours and help those in need. That night, watching this performance, I found myself convicted and tried. I don’t do much to help refugees and I don’t think about their plight at all.

That is something that needs to change.

This performance has motivated me to spread the word about the suffering of refugees (for example, posting this review). It has also motivated me to try and step up where so many of my brothers and sisters are failing.

We as Christians need to do more to help these people. We need to help them find shelter, counsel them, comfort them and treat them with dignity. How many times have we looked on the refugee as “the invader” or “the other” or “the thief who takes our jobs”, not realizing that it is our heavenly duty to provide for and care for those in need.


[Please note that the featured image in this post comes from the Harbourfront Centre website. All other photos were taken by me.]

In which there is a close encounter of the goth kind…

Hello, today I saw you on the train today. You didn’t see me, but I knew who you were from the moment I saw your purple fuzzy legwarmers and your corset-back coat.

Pierced skin, hair as black as night.

Most people on the train probably either ignored you or stared in ignorance.

I didn’t. I looked at you with admiration and respect.

You were braver than me, today. You showed your true colours. I sat there incognito, dressed like your average commuter.

I admire you for your effort today. I applaud your courage to be different. And I want to thank you; you let me know I wasn’t alone, that goth isn’t dead, that it’s still alive and well.

Soldier on, my friend. Keep the night weird and wonderful.


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In which a group of scumbags turn a blind eye to their coworker harassing his ex-wife in a fight for who shall be crowned alpha male…


Ocean’s Eleven is a 2001 major disappointment of a movie in which a man, Danny Ocean, who has just been released from prison, decides to celebrate his freedom by getting together ten other criminals in order to rob three hotel/casinos.



Some of Danny’s criminal scumbag friends…


As a Christian, I can’t tell you the amount of moral dilemmas I faced while watching this film.


The good: 

That being said, there are a few entertaining moments in the film and there are a few laughs. The photography is nice. The settings and wardrobe are phenomenal -props to the set and costume designers! In addition, I applaud the movie’s diverse racial cast, especially at a period in time when that was not the norm.


The bad:

Oh boy, this’ll be fun.

The soundtrack is forgettable, the dialogue is terrible and barely audible at most times. The majority of the characters are all unlikable and morally decrepit -not to mention the fact that Danny can’t handle the fact that his ex-wife, Tess, has entered into a relationship with another man. So, he begins to stalk her, harass her physically and emotionally. Bonus: in the climax of the film, Danny manipulates her into coming back to him.

He also refers to his ex-wife as a possession when he gets out of jail for the second time. And we’re supposed to be rooting for Danny? Why?



Hello, I’m Danny, I’ll be your stalker for this evening…


If that’s not enough to make you think twice about watching this movie on Netflix, then I’ve got some bad news for you: you will probably not remember the names of most of the characters in this film.

I guarantee it. This movie doesn’t even try to make you remember them.


Spiritual Perspective:

The Ten Commandments tell us not to steal, covet or lie. Most of the characters in this film break these commandments. The film itself glorifies criminals, crime and being immoral. What’s worse, is that we as the audience are supposed to empathize and cheer these scumbags on.

Jesus would watch this film and weep!

Furthermore, The Bible also commands us to love each other as we love ourselves, but narcissistic Danny clearly only obeys half of that golden rule and doesn’t show love to others, especially his ex-wife. The loving thing to do in his situation, when he got out of prison, would be to respect her wishes and leave her alone.

When he got out of prison, Danny could have repented of his life of crime and instead maybe even used his knowledge of the criminal world to help police/FBI/CIA catch lowlifes.

But no, Danny had to pull off an ego-tripping mega heist, now didn’t he?

Heck, I would’ve even enjoyed Ocean’s Eleven if it had been about a group of criminals trying to do some good in their community and showing a genuine desire for self-improvement.


Phew! Rant over.

Computer, please cue Steal That Car by Alice Cooper, so we can get out of here…


[Please note all photos and supplementary film information came from IMDB].



In which there is another weekly prayer request…

I’ll try my best to pray for all of you. If I can’t pray for you (due to a high volume of requests), I’ll get other Christians I know to pray for your situation.

That being said, what do you need prayer for?



In which my body is on lockdown…

Well, it’s official.

My body is now holding me hostage. No, that’s not an exaggeration, either. After beating me down for days, leaving me vulnerable both spiritually and mentally, I’m physically unable to do what I want to do.

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Even now, as I try to write this post, my body is fighting against me, wearing me down like an abuser.

But I’m not going down without a fight.

My body can try and take me hostage. The depression/mania police may have come to take me away, but I’ll be darned if I go in quietly.

Hey D. Can I call you D?

I made myself dinner tonight. I’m writing this post. I sorted my laundry. I went to meet with my professor today.

Hey M. Can I call you M?

You and your anxiety aftershocks can take a hike. Also, I would appreciate it if you didn’t give me the libido from hell. It’s very distracting and it makes it hard to concentrate on work.

Oh, and, while we’re on the subject of anxiety. I’d like to able to ride in an elevator without freaking out. Think you can manage?

I’m through playing nice with you two.

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My soul is raising an army of positivity and empowerment, the likes of which has never been seen before, in me. Plans have been put into motion, that you couldn’t stop, no matter how hard you try.

Haven’t you heard? I’m redecorating my space. Soon, there’ll be flameless candles and a skull rug in my dorm room, transforming it from drab nothingness to the goth safe space of my dreams.

And don’t forget, I’m riding off to victory with the King of Kings riding by my side.

So take that!

Computer, cue All The King’s Horses by Petra, because I’m looking for an epic soundtrack to fuel my battle cry.





In which I find myself dragging my body around…

Right now I feel unmotivated.


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…like this guy, above, like death.

Do I let it drag me down? Do I stay in bed?

No. I lecture myself like there’s no tomorrow and get up anyways. I review that plan for my thesis. I push myself to write a blog post. I text a friend. I declare war against sinful flesh and soldier onward.

As a Christian, giving up is not an option.

Treat everything you do as a major accomplishment. Did the dishes? Outstanding. Brushed your teeth? Amazing! Said a prayer for a stranger? Good for you!

Just keep at it and you will feel the difference in your life…

Maybe not today and maybe not tomorrow, but much sooner than you think.

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[And before you even ask, yes, the title of this blog post was inspired by a Tom Petty and Stevie Nicks duet.]

In which a well swallows a deadly secret…

[Warning: Spoilers Ahead!!!]

1922 is a Stephen King-inspired horror/suspense film. In it, a farmer, desperate to keep his land and the land his wife has just recently inherited, murders the latter, shoving her body down and well, and killing a cow to cover the deed up. Unfortunately, his doing so curses the land around him, causing everything he loves and values to die or wither away.

The film culminates with his death.



The farmer and the well, the farmer and the well, hi-ho, the derry-o, the farmer and the well…

The good:

The filmography of the film is excellent. The shots are magnificent and so are the special effects. You can tell a lot of time and effort went into making this film.

In addition, the actors’ performances are stellar, especially that of our leading man, Thomas Jane. Molly Parker also does a fantastic job at becoming the detestable, loud and crude wife, a performance that only helps to create sympathy for our equally-detestable farmer.

The movie is also a pretty good horror film. Not the best, but considering what they’re churning out nowadays, this film has tons of creepiness and chills to spare!

The bad:

You are going to hate every single character in this film. Seriously, there is not one likable character among them. Also, if you have mental health issues -particularly depression- you shouldn’t be watching this film because it will leave you more depressed than you were when you went into this movie.

Spiritual Perspective:

The film tells a classic familiar tale of the lust for greed and patriarchal control. As the Good Book says, “For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs,” (1 Timothy 6:10).

The film also tells the story of a broken marriage, where neither husband nor wife respect each other or wish to cooperate with each other. The farmer, for his part, wants to be a man and control his wife. In his mind, his wife’s newly-acquired property is his. As for the wife, she wants to be free of the farm and move to the city…one can only wonder if this is selfishness on her part, or if she now finally has the power to assert herself over her husband’s wishes.


The detestable wife

One aspect that Christian viewers might find uncomfortable is the wife’s mouth, particularly in her encouraging her son to sexually pursue his sweetheart and to masturbate.

Yeah. (*backs away from computer slowly*)

Computer, cue to the folk song singalong with the altered lyrics so we can get the hay out of here. Altogether now!

The farmer kills his wife, the farmer kills his wife, hi-ho, the derry-o, the farmer kills his wife. 

The farmer shoots his cow, the farmer shoots his cow, hi-ho, the derry-o, the farmer shoots his cow. 

His farm’s now gone to pot, his farm’s now gone to pot, hi-ho, the derry-o, his farm’s now gone to pot. 

His wife’s a vengeful ghost, his wife’s a vengeful ghost, hi-ho, the derry-o, his wife’s a vengeful ghost.

Feel free to create you own verses in the comments section down below!

[Please note all photos and actor information come from IMDB. The lyrics to the “Farmer in the Dell” come from this website].

In which there is a most unproductive week…

As you probably guessed from the title, I’m not having a good week. Productivity is down (though I’ve managed to get two loads of laundry done, do the dishes, do the garbage and clean up around the apartment.)

Mostly, the lack of productivity comes down to schoolwork. I’ve been experiencing severe chest pains and I tire easily, so I haven’t been able to work for long periods of time.


As for my spiritual life, I’ve been missing out on church…a lot. On the other hand, I’ve been doing a lot of Bible reading.

In other news, my fear of heights has increased to the point where it’s hard for me to use an elevator.




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In which I am a stubborn mule…

I’m a stubborn mule.

If it came to a divide between the sheep and the goats. I am most definitely a goat, no questions asked.

I never listen. I never learn. Well, scratch that, I’m learning to listen and I’m learning to learn. God’s testing my patience and I’m sure I’m testing His.

I often can’t tell the difference between right and wrong and even though I look to God for answers, He knows in my heart that I often really don’t want to hear what He has to say. 

Ex: I’m looking for answers God, but they better be the ones I want.

Still, Jesus did ride into Jerusalem on a donkey, so who knows? Maybe there’s a spot reserved for me when He comes back.




In which I talk about feeling powerless…

I hate the way my body works sometimes. I know I’m supposed to love my body because God made it. And someplace, in the very back of my mind, I know I’m supposed to love myself so I can love others.

However, today I don’t feel the self-love.

I tried to conserve my energy today, so I could have enough strength to get through class. Then, an hour before class, my body started to twitch, causing me pain.

So, no class for me.

Even though the professor eventually cancelled the course, I still felt like an abysmal failure.

Usually when I’m in a moment like this, the “Christians” around me tend to rely on the same-old, same-old. They encourage me to look on the positive side of things. They don’t offer comfort, they don’t offer understanding, they instead start quoting verses (which ultimately makes me feel like I’m a bad Christian for having negative feelings about the situation I’m in) and then proceed to tell me that it is all “for the best”.


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After a while, that same-old, same-old gets stale.

If you’re in my shoes, with a truckload of issues and suffering from your childhood, some of which still continues to this day, this rhetoric is the last thing you want to hear. It doesn’t empower your struggle, and instead feels like I way to get you to shut up and stop talking.

It’s kind of like “pray the gay away”, except, this time it’s “pray the sorrow/sickness/pain away”.


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So to all Christians I say the following. The next time you hear someone talking about problems or struggles in their life do the following:

1)Listen to them.

2)Shut up and listen to them.

3)Offer gentle words.

4)Be compassionate.

5)Mourn with them. (We’re called to mourn with those who mourn, remember?)

6)Don’t talk about how this is all part of God’s plan. Nobody with schizophrenia or Cancer needs to hear how this is all for God’s glory or how they’ll come out of their trial with a greater understanding of the universe. It makes God seem sadistic, cruel and apathetic.

7)Offer them help. (Did a child in your church tell you they were being abused? Offer them a place to stay and raise them as your own.)

And for those of you who choose to ignore the above suggestions, don’t worry, I’m sure Jesus will be more than understanding when you tell Him you did your best and quoted the most excellent verses for the given situation.


As Christians, we’re supposed to be God’s first and last line of defense against the powers of darkness. So, leave no man behind and give your fallen brothers and sisters the encouragement needed to stand up and fight.



As for me, I’m still in a dark place, so let’s play some fitting music.



In which there is a weekly prayer request list…

I’ve decided to introduce a new section on my blog in which I invite you the readers to post down your prayer requests into the comment section below. I will try my best to pray for all of you. If I can’t pray for you (due to a high volume of requests), I will get other Christians I know to pray for your situation.

That being said, what do you need prayer for?

In which I talk about the healing power of water…

Stop. Before anyone accuses me of going off the New Age deep end…Stop. Just stop and actually read the following post before anyone accuses anyone of anything.

Hear me out.

I’ve faced a lot of depression and despair in my life. One of the things that helped me the most was time spent in water.


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It was amazing the effect a hot bath or a warm shower would have. When I felt really bad, I would just curl up on the floor of the shower and let the water rain down all over my body.

It was a wonderful, calming and reassuring feeling.

Some of my best creative ideas came from time spent in the shower or bath. It’s one of God’s greatest gifts to me; because usually I come into the shower angry, confused, stressed, resentful or bitter, but then, once the water hits my skin, and the shower walls get all misty and covered with little droplets, I generally calm down or find a solution to my problem.

Some of my best and worst conversation with my Heavenly Father also happen when I’m in water.

Sometimes, I wonder if God gave me the gift of water just to make sure I’d keep talking to Him.

Even as a child, one of my favorite places to go was the waterpark at Canada’s Wonderland (not in its latest incarnation, the old-school waterpark at Canada’s Wonderland with the four absurdly steep, white water slides. You know the ones). I hated going into the water -the part where you’re warm and you enter the usually freezing cold water- but then, after a few minutes of pain, the world would turn into complete bliss. Especially in the wave pool.


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I had an exceptionally difficult childhood, but a few minutes in the wavepool were enough to soothe my troubles. It would take me away to another world, where I wasn’t in a bad situation anymore, but I was a magical mermaid in the deep, blue sea frolicking with my fellow merpeople.



Based on my own experience, I’d tell my fellow mental health sufferers out there to give water therapy a try. Seriously.

Having a bad day? Got into a fight with a friend? Had an argument with your boss? The world seems bleak?

Get into the bathtub, the shower, the jacuzzi, the hot tub or the steam shower. And talk to God. Even if you don’t believe in Him, just try it. You’ll find that dialogue rewarding, I promise.


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Go to a spa where they have really fancy pools with jets. Alternatively, spend a day at the waterpark. Or even go the Grandma’s place and use her hot tub. If you’re in an area that has them, try some hot springs.

Also, I’d like to recommend to any academics reading this post, you may want to try and do a study on mental health and water.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to follow my own advice.

What are you waiting for? Jump in!

And computer, cue that Enya song. (You can’t have a blog post on water without the Enya.)

In which everything is still awesome!!!

The Lego Movie 2: The Second Part. 

At first, I was hesitant to go see this movie. My local newspaper gave it a one-star rating. When I saw that rating, I became disheartened. I loved the original and the Lego Batman spinoff, so I felt cheated by a franchise I had come to trust.

But, as I walked into that theatre and took my seat, I couldn’t have imagined that for the next hour and forty-seven minutes I would treated to a heartwarming message and a story with good moral grounding.

I daresay, it’s a movie even Jesus would be proud of.

The story begins where the last Lego Movie ended. Emmet, our hero, attempts to negotiate with the little sister’s Lego minions. He tries to befriend them, instead of fighting them, which leads to said minions going berserk and -apparently- destroying the heart that Emmet had made for them.

Flash forward in time.

Emmet’s world has now become a dark and gritty Mad Max-style post-apocalyptic wasteland.


Said post-apocalyptic wasteland.

However, this is news to our hero, as he continues to be a good neighbour and to be of good cheer, much to the disappointment of his girlfriend, Lucy. She wants Emmet to be dark, brooding and tough. Essentially, she wants him to be more a stereotypical man, instead of who he really is.

Eventually, an alien invades to kidnap some of Emmet’s friends for a wedding.


Said invading alien.

During the movie, it is revealed that the struggle between Emmet’s world and the alien invader’s world is the result of a brother-sister conflict in the human world. The brother, at first, hates his sister intruding on his playtime and considers her a menace and it is only when he realizes compassion and opens his heart towards his sister that the two sibling begin to play with each other, which leads to peace in the human world and saves the day in Emmet’s.

The pros:

The movie has an amazing score. So amazing that I bought the soundtrack immediately after I left the theater. The pacing of the story is good and there are many satisfying and unexpected twists throughout. The voice acting is wonderful and you can tell the actors are very much into the characters they play.

There is very little violence in the movie and there is a gender-balanced cast (which is a thing not often seen, even in movies of today.)

Another good part of the film is the Bruce Willis cameos (just go watch the film, you’ll understand what I mean.)

The cons:

It’s not as funny as the first movie. In addition, the cast could be more racially diverse (Lego Lando Calrissian, anyone?) One aspect that viewers might find bothersome is that the film completely ditches the characters and canon of the Lego Batman Movie.

Spiritual perspective:

The movie is a wonderful example of cooperation between siblings and cooperation between the genders. It has a beautiful message about not judging a book by its cover and how there is nothing wrong with being kindhearted and compassionate: traits that are normally seen as weak and useless by our fallen world.

Emmet’s character is very Christ-like in general. His only flaw is believing that he needed to become more invested in being angry and tough (which he is taught means: you act like you know everything, you don’t care about the well-being of others and become completely self-centered and selfish). While Emmet is tempted to believe in the lie of “being tough”, Emmet eventually rejects it and even Lucy helps him out of that dark path, admitting that she was wrong to force him to be something he wasn’t (and quite frankly, didn’t need to change).

Is it the greatest movie of all time? Nope. But, it’s a good movie and you’ll have a great time watching it by yourself or with friends, family or your significant other if you have one.

Remember how I said the songs from the movie are amazing. Allow me to demonstrate. Ahem. Computer, cue the peppy song that will never leave anyone’s brain anytime soon*.

*Cue evil sadistic laugh

[A big thanks to IMDB for photos and for information about the movie.]


Frustration and Mental Health

Sometimes it comes when you read a blog post by a pastor who calls OCD a sin. If you’re like me and have clinical OCD, you walk away from that post feeling as if it’s just one more way you’re letting God down.

It also doesn’t help when some days you can’t tell if you’re possessed or just insane. Trust me, as a Christian, I sometimes wonder if it makes more sense to blame it all on demons because there are moments when I get prideful and assume that my brain couldn’t be capable of all of this.

Then, there are the irrational fears that build up, as a result of trauma from long ago. The ghosts that take over the body and ravage it, leaving nothing behind but an empty shell that lounges in bed all day, dishes not done, laundry not washed and hair not brushed.

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The attitudes towards women in the Christian community also doesn’t help. If anything, it drives me further into a web of despair and gives Satan far too much leeway to make a case against God.

My mental health also doesn’t help me as a woman. I’ve been hurt before, and I don’t want to be hurt again. When I’m outside, I’m scared of being alone because I’m worried that someone might jump out and attack me. It sounds paranoid, but it’s a common fear to have. It’s worse if you’re a goth, as people assume that because you wear a spiked collar you must be a superfreak who’s up for anything (I can’t speak for all goths, but I’m quite conservative, myself).

Right now, I’ve been dealing with a lot (which is why you haven’t heard from me for a long time). My mental health is in the pits and I’m trying to dig myself out. Still, even with all the bad days I’ve described above, there are seconds, minutes and hours when I still manage to jump up and praise His name. Even when I’m angry and screaming at God, I find it incredible that the response I get is “I love you” and “Take care of yourself” and “Stop being so hard on yourself.”

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There are many moments throughout the week when I ignore that advice, only to have God direct those messages through the people around me. (Spiritual advice: if you get the same friendly advice from friends and colleagues around you repeated consistently in one day, the Almighty is probably trying to tell you something.)

I’m not even sure what I was trying to accomplish with this post, but hopefully it can inspire others and urge them to keep praying and continue on.

You’ll make it, trust me.

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In which you can forget about turning the other cheek and the blessings of the peacemakers… break your opponent in half!!!

Baki season 1 (which you can watch on Netflix) is a Japanese fighting/action anime. The story follows Baki, who is a young martial artist and former fighting champion who, with the help of some of his former opponents, must take down several criminals. These criminals have escaped in order to find…

-wait for it-



The artwork is incredibly impressive, as can be seen by the screenshots below:

Baki tattoo

Baki father

The motivation of the escaped convicts is unique and interesting. It seems to act as a spiritual commentary on how we as human beings have an innate need to seek to surrender ourselves before a higher power.

Another element that gets a serious thumbs up is the character of Baki. While he is a fighter, he’s got the sensitivity and loving side of a David or of a Solomon. He’s also brave, protects his friends and accepts defeat most graciously.

Baki and Kozue

Baki (right) and his girlfriend, Kozue (left).

Another plus is the low sexual content (aside from kissing and a few crass references), yet one of the tensest moments of the series comes from waiting for Baki and his girlfriend, Kozue, to decide whether or not to have sex. I wish more emphasis had been placed on the emotional content of their relationship and discussions about marriage, instead of having a “carpe diem” approach to their relationship.


The violence and gore in this series is completely unnecessary and excessive. In addition, with the exception of Baki, these are not men to look up to. I feel as if the series would’ve had more meat if they included a message which talks about how there should be more to life than fighting and make fighting not all that the male characters do. I would’ve liked to see these fighters doing good in the community – maybe volunteering at a hospital, etc.

In addition, in the future, this series needs better characterization. Yes, they’re fighters… but what else? Most action movies have romantic interests, characters with families, hobbies, relationship struggles, etc. It would have been better to see this.

Another element that gives this series a downgrade, is the lack of female characters which boggles my mind completely as there are female martial artists in this world and a history of women fighters in Japan. Why are they not represented here?

Homoerotica (there are a lot of almost-naked men with muscles) ‘nuff said. In addition, Baki is drawn more effeminately than his girlfriend, Kozue. You can take that however you want to.

This series will scar you for life, especially the one scene where a villain who has brutally injured many people is riding on carousel and tea cup ride at an amusement park and having a good time like a child. It’s jarring. Later, that same villain looses his mind. The last we see of him is him in an ambulance, begging for candy.

Also, I should warn you that the series contains violence against animals. So, sensitive viewers be advised.

Lastly, you might be wondering why -besides Baki- I haven’t mentioned any of the characters’ names or backstories in great detail. Well, that’s because characters are introduced with so much exposition, you’ll forget at least 50-70% of who and what they are, depending on the character in question.

Spiritual Message:

Unfortunately, there’s not much here in the spiritual department, which is another strike against the anime.

I wish these men were more warriors for God. Then again, despite this review, I’m hoping things will improve in later seasons… (one can only hope). As of right now, in Japan, (according to IMDB), there are more episodes that have been released, but they are not available on Canadian Netflix, so I can’t talk about those episodes here. If anybody has seen them, please let me know in the comments section if things have improved.

Before I go and shamelessly look at some websites for a nice pair of Goth boots, I would like to play this song as an encouragement to Baki and his friends to rise up and fight in the service of the One True King.


[Please note that all photos in this post come from IMDB.]

In which I help my fellow Goths redecorate…

After Halloween is the perfect time of year for Goths to redecorate, that’s when all the Skeletons, skulls, tombstones and black roses go on sale!

So, suffer from a small apartment? Or a case of everything-Goth-I-want-to-buy-is-too-freaking-expensive-itis?

Then, look no further, dark and mysterious stranger, for I have some wonderful Goth decorating tips to tickle any child of darkness’ fancy.

We begin with the dilemma of the small apartment. A mock silk-screen room divider doesn’t exactly scream “non-conformity.” Nope, for this deadly decorating dilemma -good grief, I’m starting to sound like the Cryptkeeper, sorry John Kassir!- we’ll need a little something from IKEA.

KALLAX Shelf unit IKEA You can use the furniture as a room divider because it looks good from every angle.

The Kallax shelf works perfectly as a room divider. But, if the open holes in your partition wall bother you, don’t worry, I’ve got you covered. First, begin by filling your shelves with items in a diagonal fashion. For  example, one row could hold glow-in-the- dark skulls, another row could hold ravens, and another row could hold a vases of red dark red roses or fishbowls with black and red/purple rocks. Just alternate the decoration of choice by row. (For example, put a skull in diagonal row one, put ravens in diagonal row two, etc.) For those handy with DIY home projects, you could easily put a wooden board on the back of the shelf, transforming the shelf into an even thicker barrier.

Another decor tip I want to share is don’t paint your house all black. A darker color makes the rooms seem smaller. If you want to get the most out of your space, try painting the walls grey. It will make your rooms look bigger, plus it’ll go nicely with some black, red, dark green or purple furniture.

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Lastly, if you’re looking for ways to spice up your room, try painting two walls one colour (ex: electric green), while painting the other two walls a different colour (ex: black). This will send a bold colour statement and will bring some serious energy to your living space.

Well, that’s it for my decorating tips. Make sure to tune in next time!

Computer, cue Black Cars so we can all go home.


[Please note all images used in this post come from IKEA and Wikimedia Commons.]

In which all canon gets scrapped. Oh, and there’s eco-terrorism, a rebellion and tons of plot-convenient magic.

I’d do video reviews, but I don’t have the budget for that.

Highlander II: The Quickening (aka there can only be one who jumps the shark) is a movie that’s hard to define. It’s an enjoyable watch, but the film itself is…

Where to start with this movie…where…to…start…

Let me put it like this; if you can correctly interpret the movie’s introduction, then God has blessed you with discernment capabilities beyond that of mere mortals.

Yeah, it’s that confusing.

One things that separates this movie from its predecessor, is that the second film is darker, with almost all of it being shown in total or partial darkness for the outside shots.



Despite the confusion, it’s still a good movie; the scene where Sean Connery’s character gets a suit is worth a watch alone. In fact, all of Connery’s bits in the film get two thumbs up in my book, for example, “Hit it, dude”. Sean Connery saying that line is pure gold. The film also moves fairly fast and yet still finds room to play with the viewer’s emotions in some moments. The musical score is fun and moving, but it’s not as outstanding as that of the first film.

The most epic part of the film is when MacLeod regenerates into his youthful self. This is done in the most over-the-top but amazing way possible : glorious rebirth by lightening and enough pyrotechnics and explosions to make Michael Bay jealous.

The overall production quality is okay, some parts of the film are better than others.

You can also tell that a lot of time and effort was put into the action sequences. However, some of the action is extremely campy at the beginning of the movie.



As for the plot, don’t ask me what’s going on. I have no idea what’s going on. All I know is Sean Connery’s character was dead. He still is dead. But, he’s not dead. And a rebellion and fighting. And another black knight? Maybe?

Oh yeah, and everything you knew from the first film…it’s all one big lie.

Yep. A lie. A whole bunch of canonical information just got shot down.

And the film’s villains are well, dumb and over-the-top.


Campy Katana

The campy main villain, Katana.


Two of the film’s villains have a cyber-punk-goth feel-

Wait a minute! The first movie had a punk-goth villain. Hey, that’s discriminating against fashion subcultures! As a goth, I’m deeply offended! (That being said, as a member of an alternative fashion community, I adore the costume design of the bad guys, especially the electro-dreds.)


Electro dred villain

Fabulous electro-dred villain vs. an aged MacLeod.


Spiritual Perspective:

All in all, the film does offer a good, strong, eco-friendly message. We were put in charge of God’s creation, as its caretakers – which, if you look at pollution and littering, serves as a reminder of how much we abuse our lofty position and should ultimately do better.

In addition, the film -like its predecessor- is vaguely homoerotic, though I can appreciate the Immortals “Golden Rule” which is to never fight on Holy Ground.

Another interesting aspect of the film, is that it takes the glamour out of eternal life and eternal youth, something that humans often aspire to, and what makes films about vampires so appealing. Yet, much like the film Interview With The Vampire, the film shows the downsides and restrictions of immortality. The most powerful image in the film is that of the spiral staircase in MacLeod’s home which stands as a metaphor for his life as a never-ending, lonely journey.

Then again, there are moments in the film which make me, a Christian person, wince. The first one that comes to mind is when Amazing Grace is playing during Ramirez’s use of magic to stop the ceiling fan: it’s a little contradictory since magic is not the mark of a practicing Christian, (a touch blasphemous, perhaps?)

Another element of the movie is that is proposes that through a magical bond, people who are dead are both able communicate with a living person and come back from the dead through invocation. This is extremely problematic from a Christian p.o.v.


Highlander bond

Said magical bond.


There is also the problem of explicit nudity. On another note, thankfully, the makers of this film did tone down the violence; it’s not as bad as in the first Highlander movie. However, there is one scene where the villain, Katana, crushes a man’s genitals.


The film has milder sexual content than its predecessor, and, before I close this review I want to mention one other element. One aspect that I found spiritually admirable is the film’s ending (as narrated by Connery) which offers a philosophical message: to seize the day, which reminds me of the following verse;


Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity. (Colossians 4:5)


Computer, cue Tourniquet by Knife Party.

(I know that song has nothing to do with the movie I just reviewed. But, if the filmmakers didn’t try to make any sense, then I won’t either…)


[Please note that all images from this post come from IMDB.]

In which a antique dealer with a katana battles to eliminate all others while Queen plays in the background…

Highlander is a 1986 movie, starring Christopher Lambert and Sean Connery. The film’s plot revolves around an Immortal, Connor MacCleod, who must do battle with other Immortals in order to achieve “the prize.”



Queen did the soundtrack. Some of the tracks are good, some of them are bad. On the plus side, Sean Connery’s accent is much clearer in this movie, which makes his dialogue easy to understand.

There are some very cool special effects in this movie, especially The Kurgan’s death scene, which I would recommend any film student or aspiring special FX student watch. The underwater effects had me baffled as to how they pulled those off.

The film has a lot of good establishing shots and has good editing. Another plus is that the film is good at moving the audience -emotionally speaking- there are parts that will make you cry and laugh, there are parts that will make you scared and other moments where you will be on the edge of your seat.



The final showdown between The Kurgan and MacLeod.


There are some truly phenomenal action sequences in the movie, especially when The Kurgan is driving onto oncoming traffic with one of the lead female characters, Brenda, and the sword fight during the film’s climax.


If you’re looking for a movie that’s easy to understand, the intro will have you asking more questions that don’t…really…get…answered.


The film also has one of the most boring intros I’ve ever seen. No tension, no hype. It’s flat. For Christian parents, viewer beware, the film is slightly homoerotic in nature. The film’s quality is poor in some shots. There is also blatant racism and homophobia in the film.


Parents be warned, there is some heavy sexual content and brutal violence in this film, so proceed with caution.


Spiritual Perspective:

I’m sorry to say this about a film that had a whole bunch of spiritual potential, Highlander sends the wrong message about romantic attachments and family, putting an emphasis on the fact that Immortals have to “go it alone” or else risk being hurt.

Even Jesus recognized the need for friends. Even God said -in the very beginning I might add- it is NOT GOOD FOR MAN TO BE ALONE.

Let’s not forget that MacLeod is a liar who has been lying to the police from the get-go. AND, that he is a murderer. AND, he’s been overly cruel and harsh with the female lead. So, what does she do once she finds out he’s a liar, after he’s treated her so badly…why she hops into bed with him.

Wait, what?

Oh, and afterwards, he tells her it’s not going to work out. And she’s totally fine with it.


And the fact that one of the songs by Queen has the following lyric: “I am the God of Kingdom Come” is very spiritually disturbing for any Christian.

The whole competition where there can only be one victor takes away from God’s mercy and grace entirely. A merciful and loving God wouldn’t create Immortals for the sole purpose of pitting them against each other in some sick murder-filled contest.

Worse still, at the end of the film, MacLeod’s reward is eternal knowledge and being one with the universe (which sounds pretty Buddhist or Hindu to me, giving the film a very new age-y feel. However, it’s noble that MacLeod wants to use his gift to help people, so there’s that.

That being said, this movie’s perspective on Christianity is unusually balanced for Hollywood. Sean Connery’s character, Ramirez, mentions that “faith” is one of the ways he’s survived all his centuries.



(From Left to Right) Ramirez and MacLeod


Well, that’s that. Computer, cue Mister Mister so we can all go home. May God indeed have mercy on the road that MacLeod must travel…


[Please note all photos used in this post come from IMDB.]

In which a wig gets reviewed…

I bought a wig from Amazon during the summer and I thought I’d review it in the most Christ-like way possible.

Which is going to very hard to do. But, I’ll try my best.


One thing this wig has going for it is its nice use of colour, it also fits pretty well. It’s a very realistic wig, so realistic that most people thought it was my actual hair that had been dyed.





That being said, it obvious that the wig is cheaply made; it’s already starting to fall apart. As for the free wig cap that supposed to come with this wig, the seller forgot to include it, twice.

As much as I want to positive and gentle, there’s no way of softening the truth. I hope that when reading this, you can avoid the mistake I’ve made and be aware when trying to buy wigs from Wigood. It’s a cheap wig and you get what you paid for.


[Please note that I’m not receiving any money, gifts or items in exchange for this review. This review is 100% honest.]