Who Is Harry Potter?

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He is lonely and friendless, picked on and made fun of. Then</div> <div> one day, he receives an invitation to attend a school for witches and wizards. </div> <bR> <div> Somehow, he always knew. He was different. Special. And the power he knew he possessed, a power that made things happen…strange, magical things that frightened his teachers and upset his family…now it all made sense, he thought, as he prepared to enter school for his magical education.</div> <bR> <div> I'm not talking about Harry Potter. I'm talking about myself. </div> <bR> <div> I read all the Harry Potter books. They were painful to read. They made me remember. I</div> <div> was also a boy with wild hair, glasses, and a scar placed there by evil people. I was picked on and lonely and friendless too. Everything I read about Harry Potter reminded me of what it was like to grow up in the REAL world of magic. </div> <bR> <div> Most adults don't believe in Magic. Most children want to. But believe me, magic is real,</div> <div> it just isn't what Harry Potter makes it look like.</div> <bR> <div> The Harry Potter stories make it sound like magic is just fun. You can fly on broomsticks,</div> <div> make objects come to you, get revenge on bullies and a whole lot more. And face it, that</div> <div> all sounds really fun and exciting. What kid hasn't dreamed of flying or making a teacher</div> <div> you don't like blow up like a balloon? I sure did. I believed magic could be the way to do</div> <div> it when I was a boy. So I bought some books and enrolled in the REAL school of magic -</div> <div> the invisible one where the supernatural is real and so are the forces behind it. You see,</div> <div> like Harry, I was born with a bloodline of magic and magicians. It was not my choice. And</div> <div> my “muggle” parents had no idea what powerful magic ran in our family, because they never did any magic. It was I who was picked to be one of them.</div> <bR> <div> Like Harry, I also had an evil person pursuing me, one whose people left a curse scar on</div> <div> me - not on my forehead but on my neck - not magically but by physical force. But</div> <div> unlike Lord Voldemort, this evil master didn't want to destroy me right away - he wanted</div> <div> to use me - train me - and turn me to “evil” magic and put me to work for them. </div> <bR> <div> He did it by using “good magic.” He knew I was a sensitive good kid and would never hurt</div> <div> others the way they hurt me. No, this dark master knew that the best way to get to me</div> <div> was to first open up my magical abilities and powers through simple, seemingly harmless</div> <div> things like astrology, reading people's minds, an Ouija board, and “flying” without a</div> <div> broomstick by leaving my body late at night and soaring through the night sky. I did ALL</div> <div> of that before I was even eleven. </div> <bR> <div> I started talking to spirits, moving objects by concentrating hard, and predicting the</div> <div> future. Everything I did worked. Unlike Harry, I needed no real “school” because the</div> <div> spirits themselves were working with me and through me. But nothing I did was enough. I</div> <div> wanted to learn more, to be more powerful. Then I could REALLY get back at my</div> <div> enemies, the school bullies, that hateful teacher! The Dark Lord made sure every book and each tool came to me almost by magic - I would accidentally discover a book in the</div> <div> library, or meet someone who told me I had great power…He watched carefully as I</div> <div> mastered step after step, getting deeper, doing less “good” magic and starting to think evil thoughts toward people who hurt me.</div> <bR> <div> By the time I was fourteen, I knew that I was in trouble. I was drinking and destroying</div> <div> things. And one day I spoke a curse on an enemy - not meaning to, of course - but I did</div> <div> it because I was angry - hoping someone would kill them. And that night he died just like</div> <div> I spoke it. I was terrified. I realized now the “good magic” I thought was okay was just a</div> <div> lie - it was just a way to get me hooked, addicted, hungry for power. But now it was too</div> <div> late. I was soon to become the slave of the Dark Master and I couldn't stop it.</div> <bR> <div> One night I cried out to God, if he was there, to save me out of the grip of darkness and</div> <div> evil. And that night, I was taken to heaven and saw Jesus - not just some “ghostly” figure</div> <div> like the spirits I lived with my whole life. But a real person. I knew who He was - and He</div> <div> grabbed me in His arms and held me as I cried out all the pain of my sad little life. And</div> <div> when I came back to this “world”, I knew He was real. Within a few months, I gave up my</div> <div> magical powers, my bloodline and my future as a “wizard” and instead became a knight in</div> <div> the service of the REAL power of good and light, the service of the Lord Jesus.</div> <bR> <div> When I finally realized the Dark Master had led me and lied to me and was preparing me</div> <div> all the while to make me his slave, I took all of my books, all of my magic tools, my Ouija</div> <div> board, everything - and I burned it all, one thing at a time. I could feel the power of</div> <div> magic, and the power of EVIL leaving me. When it was over, I was drained. </div> <bR> <div> I woke up that night to find the “spirits” I thought were good, came into my room - and</div> <div> they were ugly, grotesque hideous creatures from hell. And they threatened to destroy me if I didn't turn back to them. And that night, in that moment, I found out who had the</div> <div> REAL and the ONLY power. I used the Name of Jesus and commanded them to get out of my room, and out of my life, and they DID! Suddenly I knew I now had a power I had</div> <div> longed for all my life. My career as a wizard was over - my calling to be a true Soldier</div> <div> against darkness and magic had begun. </div> <bR> <div> I wanted to write this because when I read Harry Potter, I knew how many kids were reading it, and they are just like I was - lonely, feeling powerless and picked on, longing to find something to make them feel good, to feel like they had a purpose in life. And I am afraid that some of you will think that Harry Potter magic is the real thing: a good, fun power to do things no one else can do. And it's all a lie. If you start trying to find a school of magic, or read magic books because Harry Potter made it sound so real, it will take you, like it did me, down a road of lies and darkness and destruction, taking away your purpose, and turning you to a dark path you thought you would never follow. I know kids who already have. I don't want it to happen to you.</div> <bR> <div> Evil forces exist, and magic is one of their best ways to trap you, especially by calling it</div> <div> “good magic.” Magic is not good, no matter how they make it look, because BEHIND the</div> <div> magic are dark forces. ALWAYS. If you have touched any of these things, know that</div> <div> Jesus wants you to belong to HIM and give you REAL purpose and power. And HIS is the only REAL power for good there is.</div> <bR> <div> Call him Lord Voldemort or whoever you want, but the reality is, I know who the real Dark</div> <div> Lord is. His name is Satan. And he is real. Don't fall into his trap through the seeming</div> <div> innocent stories of Harry Potter. I know what I am talking about.</div> <bR> <div> I am the REAL Harry Potter.</div> <bR> <div> Gregory R Reid</div> <bR> <div> <A HREF="id37.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Harry Potter and the Christian">Next Article</A></div> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>