Last week, we introduced you to Phenomenal–one sad sad adDekkted, Grace Juice-suckin’ puppy–and now we give you Chandor. Close  your eyes and allow yourself to be swept into this journey of discovery as you take the next step of recovering from your AdDekktion.

CONFESSIONS OF AN ADDEKKT (STEP 2):
Realizing the Benefits of your AdDekktion

Phen posted his Confessions last week, so now it is time that I let you know more about myself.

I didn’t know what I was getting into when I picked up that first jacketed hardcover.  As the shiny new cover caught the light, a riddle was revealed.

Born of Black and White. Eaten with Worms. I’m a Saint, a Sinner, a Siren of the Word. The Circle knows me. The rest just wanna trip on Grace Juice, Baby. Showdown at Midnight.

The author’s name sounded familiar. I’d worked in this bookstore for almost three months now, and I’d seen many customers flock to read his books. I’d always been a reader. From age 4, I devoured books. Mysteries were my favorite. Books full of action, suspense, and intrigue. It’d been a while since I’d indulged this need of mine. This need for a good story full of twists and turns. A trip, so to speak. Yes, I needed a good trip.

And here it was, right in front of me, a book clearly wanting to take me on a “trip.”

Showdown

Myself, and a few of my coworkers all embarked on this SHOWDOWN between good and evil together. I finished first. I still remember that moment when the whole story flipped on its head. It was the same moment I realized I must definitely continue reading what this author has written. Who was Thomas Hunter?

That was the question I was left with when I finished the story. I figured I could find the answers I was looking for on this fantastic author’s website, thus, I joined The Circle. I had fruit thrown at me, and I was encouraged to read these odd books called BLACK, RED, and WHITE. Over the next 3 months, I read THR3E, BLINK, OBSESSED, the CIRCLE TRILOGY and HOUSE all the while eagerly discussing with my coworkers and this online community that was passionate about God and a good story.  In short, I was AdDekkted.

I started sharing my books with my mom.  She’s the source of my “reader genes” and like I suspected, she fell prey to this AdDekktion, too.  I started waiting for my next fix ever so impatiently.  In the month leading up to a new novel, I’d check the site every day to see if anyone had found it yet in stores, and I checked my sources at our own store.  Every box in the backroom from Thomas Nelson got opened prematurely by this over-eager sales clerk.

Over the next few years, I tore through SAINT, SKIN, CHOSEN, INFIDEL, ADAM, RENEGADE, CHAOS, SINNER, KISS, an ARC of BONEMAN’S DAUGHTERS, LUNATIC & ELYON.  I even started to wear a symbol of my AdDekktion around my neck.  A circle of GREEN, surrounding a field of BLACK, where a RED cross overcomes the darkness, and gives way to a center of WHITE.  Many ask about it, and I tell them it’s a symbol of our redemption, as told by one of our greatest Storytellers.

Circle Pendant

I continued to get to know my fellow AdDekkts from all over the world, but I also sought to get others AdDekkted.  I got my friend to read BLACK after much persistence.  After a few days, he informed me that I had created a monster.  He quickly consumed the rest of the BOOKS OF HISTORY CHRONICLES.  With a 2/2 success rate, I was emboldened.  I picked up 3 copies of my favorite story, THE CIRCLE TRILOGY, and started giving it to friends that also loved a good story.  The virus was spreading, and the only relief to this AdDekktion was another trip.  Even my younger brother got into the action.  Surrounding myself with others who shared this love of story with me made me feel a little more… sane.  Yes, I could introduce others to this Storyteller and not feel so alone when I wanted to talk about these tomes.  But still, I had this need to meet others.  These friends I had made from our online Circle.

Then, the day finally arrived.  The day I would spend in pure bliss with my fellow AdDekkts and our Storyteller.  The Gathering.

Me and my fellow AdDekktsMy AdDekktion culminated in this weekend.  In a state I’d never visited, with a group of people I had only met online.  We traveled hundreds and thousands of miles to come together, but I swear, we’re not a cult.  Well…

Together, we laughed, we rejoiced, we celebrated the Great Romance that had brought us back to our Creator.  This. This was why life is lived.  To know our Creator and celebrate our redemption.  Meeting the Storyteller face to face and communicating just a fraction of what these stories have meant to me was huge.

Jami Sue and I at the Gathering

All of us who gathered that weekend, also got the chance to read BURN.  This story, wow.  What a powerful picture!  What a great parable!  For the first time in year, I had the chance to read a story that I had zero expectations about.  There was no synopsis on the back cover.  There were no reviews to taint my perspective.  It was just me and a story.  And I loved it.

In the meantime, an AdDekkt I had never met in person asked me a question that changed the course of my future.  After discovering our shared passion for social justice, she offered me to come out to DC to participate in an urban ministry program, serving this same Creator by loving others and being the hands and feet of Jesus in a broken world.  I accepted her offer to come to yet another place I’d never been before, and now I am proud to say she’s not just a person online, but a real and true friend.

Once I arrived back home, my job at the bookstore started again, and it paid off in letting me read the ultimate story before hardly anyone else.  The rush of holding GREEN in my hands and turning its action-packed pages before most any other AdDekkt was exhilirating.

Now, I’ve joined in with yet another AdDekkt, Phenomenal, to work on this labor of love where all things Dekker can be presented in a fun and entertaining way so that others can find their “next Dekkie fix”.

Today The Forest Guard Chronicles is pleased to present you the first in a very special series, Confessions of an AdDekkt. If you are reading this, you are most likely an AdDekkt, also. We hope through these honest, open essays you are able to come to terms with your problem and take the necessary steps to breaking this habit. Dive deep.

CONFESSIONS OF AN ADDEKT (STEP 1):
Admitting Your Problem

My name is Phenomenal, and I have a problem. You see, I’m a story junkie. I love a good novel, whether it be fantasy or mystery or suspense. But I receive no greater thrill than feeling the pages of a Dekker novel gliding between my fingers, my mind absorbing every single word and sentence. I’m addicted, I admit. It takes alot for me to openly admit it, but I AM a Dekker addict. But first, allow me tell you a little bit about myself.

I was born a Blessed Child in Paradise, CO, but I was Chosen and have grown into a Man Called Blessed. I count in Thr3e‘s and I view the world in four colors (Black, Red, White, and Green). My life occurs in the Blink of an Eye and I am trapped within my own Skin. I sing The Martyr’s Song, and I cry When Heaven Weeps. Some call me a Lunatic. Others call me Infidel. I say I’m just Obsessed. Things may be worse than Chaos, heavier than Thunder of Heaven, in my life but I hold onto my Savior, Elyon, and I dwell in His House. I’m no Saint. I know I’m a Sinner, but I’ll never go Renegade. Heaven’s Wager is on my soul, as well as yours, and the Showdown nears… (Did I mention I’ve never Kissed a guy named Adam, and my sister is BoneMan’s Daughter? ;P)

Now that you know about me, I can tell you about this spiral into adDekktion I find myself in now. It all started a few years back when I decided to pick up a book called House. I had read some of Peretti’s stuff since I was in fifth grade and I really enjoyed his stuff, so I took a gamble at this co-authored book. It was decent. That led to picking up the book Thr3e for a dollar. Ironically, I got much more than 3-for-1. Then one of my teachers in high school at that time, who happened to also be an AdDekkt, gave me Showdown as a gift randomly. It’s all History from there, quite literally.

Skip a year or four, now I have an entire blog devoted to the Man Behind the Mask. I also have a secret shrine devoted to him that nobody’s supposed to know about… *cough cough*

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I see Roush and Shataiki around every corner. I tremble in the presence of Noxzema. And I attack anybody in a black trench coat, fearing they may be Marsuvees Black.

I drink Green Water, a much better alternative to soda, milk, or even regular water. Sometimes I like to trip on Grace Juice too.

I made flyers and voted for Ted in a student-body election at my school.

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I even have my own Book of History I stole from David Abraham. In fact, I almost made it to Other-Earth.

See, these are just some of the few signs that led me to believe I was an AdDekkt. I, like you, was in denial at first, but I have come to understand the nature of this unnatural thirst for all things Dekker. Now is the time for you to take your first step toward recovery and openly admit you’re an AdDekkt. Leave a comment or email us at ScribesofOE@gmail.com, telling us about your adDekktion. We might even feature it on the blog.

Stay tuned for the continuation of the Confession series next Wednesday!