Originally Received 3-18-08

The Skylar Resort. Why do so many things in my life revolve around that place? I won't tell you exactly where it is; I'll let you figure that out for yourself. A little bit of background on this place. It's been there for a few years, ever since the 60's, a little place where people could go during the summer and just chill out, relax, a vacation without going too far away. Over the years, they added several things, including a water park and rides and roller coasters and restaurants and even a golf course. But before all those things, there were the Red and Blue Lines, two train lines that went around the resort. The Red Line went in one direction, clockwise around the resort; the Blue Line went counterclockwise. They helped to facilitate the people who were walking around the resort, helping them get to places sooner. Early 2007, Skylar announced that they were replacing the Red and Blue Lines with a faster, sleeker, smoother monorail, which would be in place by the 2008 season. (If I get anything wrong, forgive me. I'm trying to remember what I know.) So this past season, the 2007 season, was the last season anybody could ride the Red and Blue Lines. Now, forgive me, I had only been to the Skylar Resort a couple of times before this past 2007 season, but I'm so glad I went this season...for Blue Line, and it's so sad and embarrassing, in a way, that Red Line is gone. Or, in fact, she's not gone yet. They're having a couple of problems getting a few things up. Blue Line is the one that's gone. But by the next season, oh, 2009 or so, Red Line will be gone. It actually might stay throughout this season, but not operate. The monorail will be working by then, and it will operate higher up in the air, so it won't conflict with the Red Line. What I'm wondering is why they were in such a hurry to take down Blue Line and not Red Line? I think it had something to do with the fact that Blue Line was used more, and as a result, was more worn out. I could tell that from the day I met him; he was just exhausted, but still with that curiosity that he had had from the 60s, from the beginning. Riding the Blue Line that summer was the best decision of my life, in my humble opinion. If I hadn't, then the Blue Line itself -- the part of Blue Line that I could talk to; I'm a whisperer, remember? -- the Blue Line wouldn't have somehow detached from its train form and come with me, and I would have never found out that Blue Line...was a Watcher.
But maybe I'm getting ahead of myself again. Each thing that I talk to has a physical form and then a soul, a spirit. Those two are minutely separate, but only a teensy weensy little bit. The part of Blue Line that came with me wasn't the train, for obvious reasons. It was Blue Line's spirit that came, but Blue Line's spirit was different than any other that I had ever come into contact with in my then-two years of being a 'whisperer,' as Red Line put it. She was the one who gave me that name. Red Line. I wish they wouldn't take her down. I wish that God had some way of letting me save her, as well. But she's set to go on auction sometime in June, to see if anybody else wants her. If they don't, she's gone, spirit, physical form, and all.
Not all electronics are Watchers, but for whatever reason, Blue Line is. I can't figure out exactly why, but it's the way God has made it. And I'm not psycho, I'm not just talking to voices in my head. Maybe I need to go back and explain things a little more in-depth. In fact, I know I need to go back and explain things into greater depth. But for now, this beginning will do. I am Mandy Ryan, a Whisperer, and my best friend is Blue Line, a Watcher, whose spirit was sealed into the now long-gone train that bore his name. We are here, in a sense, to save something bigger than ourselves, though I don't know what that might be.
Looking outside, toward the trees, I notice something, that they're always growing upward, toward the sky. They're always looking to the sun, for that nourishment, for the one source that can give them what they need so that they can make food. In a sense, shouldn't we be trying to do the same thing? To look toward the sky, to reach for our Son...then why do we spend all of our lives droopy?
I wasn't always this way; I couldn't always talk to things. It happened after that summer, the summer that I finally got rid of the one that is Katalina, the summer that God gave me this ability to talk to things, like my laptop, Kiwi, the one I'm writing this on, or my car, Bart, or my music player, Kiko. Come on, if things talked to you, you would give them names, too, wouldn't you? But that was also the summer that I learned how to trust God with my life.
Before that, though, was Katalina, and her rule, and if you haven't heard about demons and angels before this, and you haven't believed in them before this, man, you will now.