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Jay's Journal (Anonymous Diaries), by Beatrice Sparks Anonymous
Download PDF Jay's Journal (Anonymous Diaries), by Beatrice Sparks Anonymous
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INTRODUCTIONAt 7 A.M. January 3, 1978, a very distressed mother phoned. She said she had read an article about how I had prepared Go Ask Alice from an existing diary, and Voices, not then released, from personal interviews; how I hoped both books would help educate young people as to the problems and pressures and weaknesses of their peers, and make it easier for them to consider alternatives and make wise decisions in their own lives.The lady said her son, Jay, had kept a journal—a seminary book—and many papers and letters, which she felt could also be of benefit to both kids and parents looking for answers and ways out.Jay, l6 ½ years old, had been into witchcraft, how deeply neither his mother nor his father had ever suspected, until after Jay put his father’s pistol against his right temple and pulled the trigger.As Jay’s mother and I plowed through the many containers of favorite footballs, basketballs, tennis rackets, trophies, diplomas, awards, letters, notes, books, etc., that she had not been able to part with, she remained calm and helpful. Only when she unfolded Jay’s worn, stained “grub jacket” at the bottom of the last box did she cry; telling me how she had put the leather patches on the elbows after his motorbike had gone out of control and spilled down the slope and into a tree, how she had replaced the front pocket with an emblem he had picked up on a trip to Las Vegas, how he had stained the front lapel and shoulder helping his dad bring a deer down on a pole slung over both their shoulders, how he had made the long slash on the right arm when he had rescued their cat, Hamlet, from the top of a 200-foot tree, how the two stars over the left breast represented his “eternal and forever” buddies, Dell and Brad.From the corner of the lining she patiently pulled out a half-eaten, linty M&M and holding it, as reverently as though it were the Sacrament, she whispered almost to herself, “Jay always thought he could handle anything, everything!”Jay was an exceptionally intelligent and articulate boy, with an IQ of 149+. In his journal, he often worried that his best friends weren’t able to handle things the way he could because of his detached, intellectual approach. He analyzed, composed lists, fought against giving in. But he was sometimes relieved when he didn’t have to handle things—drugs, alcohol, the occult, or even sex.Jay’s journal became his intimate confidante. In it, he felt free to express his confusions, his hopes, and his fears.Hoping to fill in sketchy gaps in Jay’s journal I interviewed many of his friends and teachers. As a whole they said he was a “mostly just like everybody else” boy. Three kids who had been into the occult with him seemed more skittish. As long as we were talking about school, dating, family, drugs, hobbies, or sports, they were relaxed and friendly, but when I tried to question them about witchcraft they changed, became frightened, secretive, withdrawn. Through bits and pieces I gathered that they were under some strange kind of “sacrifice my own life or have it taken from me” type of programming. They sincerely seemed to fear that I could bring harm to myself or my own kids if more information were divulged to me. Their obvious and abject terror was contagiously and hauntingly real. I wanted out and I wasn’t even in!Jay’s mother’s voice returns, “Jay always thought he could handle anything, everything!”That dirge, much more repeated than most people imagine, mixes with the lonely cry of every frightened little girl I ever worked with or talked to who found herself pregnant: “I didn’t think it could happen to me!”The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol, or the occult joins the sad chorus, “Not me! I didn’t think it could ever happen to me. I WAS SURE I COULD HANDLE IT!”—BEATRICE SPARKSJuly 2For two weeks now my Sunday school teacher and my scout master and everybody else have been on my ass to keep a journal. It’s the biggie now! The new “everybody’s got to do it” thing! Mom bought me this one and left it on my bed when the hassle first began. I know she expected me to be “appreciative” about something I didn’t even want and more especially don’t want to do! But like usual, what I want is not important, it’s what I’m supposed to do that counts! The old man is always moaning about how he works his tail off for us, and how . . . Oh Judas, this isn’t what you’re supposed to put in a journal. You’re supposed to put only good things that your kids and grandkids and all of posterity can read. Man, I don’t want any kids if they’re going to turn out, burn out, anything like me: sad, rebellious, angry, searching . . . searching . . . searching, and for what? I’m going on fifteen years old and no answers yet have ever really satisfied me. I want more . . . and more . . . and more! But more what? What in the hell do I really want out of life? That’s one of the things this dumb-ass journal is supposed to help me find out, but at this rate it’s just going to get me into more rocking trouble than I’m already in, if that’s possible. If the kids read it they’ll go tattling to Mom and Dad, and if they read it all hell will break loose and I’ll get grounded for completely through the millennium. Crap, what kind of a monster have I started here?I don’t want anybody to know what a rotten bastard screwup I am, and always have been, probably from the beginning of time and before. I’m trying to keep it from myself even! . . . yet here I am putting it all down in incriminating black and white . . . Judas, boredom is a drag, drag, drag. Writing might be good therapy for me in a way, though. Indeed, a means of getting hostile things out of my system. It seems like I’m eternally out of sync . . . kind of like I always want to scream “black” when somebody says “white,” or whatever is, to quote the old man, “argumentative, inappropriate, and revolutionary.”He wanted inI wanted outHe had a smileI had a poutI need someone to understandGod, how I need a helping hand.Man, if people are going to keep a journal they should do it when they’re little, when all the good things happen, before life starts kicking you in the ass and in the head and every other place. When I was little before I even knew how to write was the only time things happened that were worth writing about. No, I remember going to Disneyland with the family when I was bigger, and going on fishing trips and on the deer hunts with my mom’s brothers and sisters and my dad’s relatives. We would all meet up at Big Pines and have a campground where the kids ran like wild Indians through the brush and streams and groves while the dads and big boys went up into the very tops of the mountains. Judas, it was exciting when they brought their deer down across their backs or on the tote-goat. The girls would gag and shudder while they cut the heads off and skinned the things and we guys would rub salt into the pelts with rocks and have the greatest times ever.But then somehow I got into seventh grade and started smoking shit and stuff and I don’t know, I guess it really was in seventh grade when I started getting off the track. Man, it all seems so strange now, when I was in first and second and third grade I was so square and religious and everything. I’d looked forward to being a deacon for as long as I...
Produktinformation
Taschenbuch: 240 Seiten
Verlag: Simon Pulse; Auflage: Reissue (17. August 2010)
Sprache: Englisch
ISBN-10: 9781442419933
ISBN-13: 978-1442419933
ASIN: 1442419938
Vom Hersteller empfohlenes Alter: 14 - 17 Jahre
Größe und/oder Gewicht:
12,7 x 1,5 x 17,8 cm
Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung:
3.1 von 5 Sternen
9 Kundenrezensionen
Amazon Bestseller-Rang:
Nr. 541.381 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
Jay was just a teenager. A 16 year old that had so much potential: a 149 iq, president of the debate club, good grades, a girlfriend, a good friends. But his life went horribly wrong. Even in the beginning of his journal, Jay dabbled curiously in the occult: Oujea boards, auwas, and auras. The tone he was using suggested that he could handle it, that it was just his hobby that can be dropped anytime. But his hobby turned into an obsession, and soon he was playing with the dark forces of evil: animal sacrifices and black witchcraft. Throughout the second half of his journal, he kept saying that HE WOULD GET OUT. And yet, he was trapped in his world. He is trapped with a demon, Raul, that won't stop hovering over him. Right until the end, he makes desperate attempts to break out of his world once and for all, even saying in one of his last entries, "I must, I will call the Bishop." When the journal finally stopped with its tragic ending, I was stunned and disturbed. This book is not just a story that is meant to teach kids about staying away from drugs. It is meant to encourage teenagers to believe in their God (or the spirit that offers them love and forgiveness)without hesitation. There are strange and evil forces out there, waiting to prey upon anyone who seems willing. Perhaps Raul is out there... I would not reccmommend this book to teens under sixteen, and only those teenagers that are truely mature enough to read about Jay's unsuccessful battle with life.
When I first read this book, I was blown away. That was because I was 12. After a few years, when I happened to pick it up again, a lot of things about this "true" story seemed a little.. well... false, so I decided to do some research on the net. This is what I found out: The real "Jay" was a young boy named Alden, who grew up in Pleasant Grove. He was quite depressed and involved with drugs, and he committed suicide, but he was never involved with the occult. Mrs. Sparks came to Alden's family when they were still greiving, and received Alden's journal under the guise that she wanted to help other people with "his problem". She then took a bunch of supposed accounts of other teenagers involved with the occult, and combined them with entries from Alden's journal (which never mentioned the occult). She also didn't bother to hide some very identifying details about Alden very well. The result of all this was that people in Pleasant Grove figured out who "Jay" was, and not only did his poor parents have his death to deal with, but vicious rumors of their deceased son being a animal-sacrificing Satanist. His grave was desecrated several times, and his parents ended up divorcing under all the strain. Why was this book passed off as a journal? Well for one thing, any book about Satanism sold really well at the time this was published (more bucks for the renowned Beatrice Sparks). Another reason might be because Mrs. Sparks is a devout Mormon, and if you write a book that basically shouts "Hey! See, this kid strayed from Christianity and started exploring other religions, and look! He got mixed up with Satan and died!" and direct it to teenagers, thats a great way to evangelisize your religion. I find this book completely disgusting. It would have been fine if it had been labeled as a work of fiction, but to take some poor kid's misery, mix it up with sensationalism, and call it "a true story" to make a point and some money is in my opinion... Satanic.
yes, the above title represents my reaction after reading this book. It must be stated however that when I first heard of this book I was 13, I am now 24, I believed my english teacher when she said this book was based a real account. However my friends and I were discussing it, and one said he believed it to be true and the other said it wasn't. So I set off to the library to find this book, keeping in mind I would first need to read this book until I made a decision. After reading this book it seems more likely to be a fictionalized account of something that really happened. Did anyone notice this had the same type of ending as the 'Blair Witch Project'? The main person crying and freaking out. That and why is it under "juvenile fiction" in the library? Also so many paranormal things happened in this book, but I haven't heard of one paranormal investigator investigating this. This is almost in comparison to Amityville, however that's been proven a hoax by paranormal investigators. Also the family wanted to remain anonymous. I find this difficult to believe also. One would think that the mother and family would be the first to go and speak out about this rather that remain anonymous.
I read this book when I was 15 ( I'm now 31) and I have never forgot about it, I had nightmares for months and was afraid of the dark after I read it. This book is only for mature people, I would not recommend it to anyone under 17 or not mature. It is a journal of a boy that felt lost and got messed up with the wrong crowd, became a drug addict and a Satan worshipper. He tells details on everything he experienced, the powers he got, the demon named Roul that visited him many times (which is a real demon that was thrown out of heaven with Satan by God). I want to read this book again and I am still scared of it. Anyone that has ever thought about getting into the occult should read this and see for yourself what Satan will do for you, (NOTHING BUT EVIL, PAIN, HARDSHIP, DEATH AND HELL) it shows that he is greatly decieving, he loves no one and just want you to burn in hell as he is going to when things come to an end. This is really the scariest book ever, I don't know why there hasn't been a movie made out of it yet as it could help alot of lost people.
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