Whether you are aware of it or not, they are invisible little beings sitting on either side of our shoulders.
The one on our right shoulder is wearing a white robe and has a set of wings. The one on our left shoulder is wearing a dark robe with horns protruding from its head, a long pointed tail and caring a pitch fork.
As a child I saw this characterization as a cartoon on television. Seeing this little fellow with the pitch fork and pointy tail was enough to make me want to give full attentiveness to the guy on the right shoulder. This portrayal of the Angel and Devil on a television cartoon, was probably meant to be a farce, however it did stick with me as I grew into an adult I never forgot it and they remain there even to this day.
The little beings are always there endeavoring us to do the right thing, or the wrong thing. The guy on our left shoulder is the one that told you it was ok to cheat on your test at school. The guy on your right shoulder told you it was wrong. In my youth those little guys were always with me, always trying there best trying to persuade me to take there direction. Although temptation was always a weakness I hardly ever listemed to the guy on my left shoulder, because I knew that my grand mother’s hickory switch was always near. My grandmother’s hickory switches were the consaquenciess of me chooseing to hasten to his advice.
The guy on our right shoulder is the one that always leads us in the right direction keeping us out of trouble and hopefully off death roll. Obeying the guy on our left shoulder could only lead to a dispirited guilt-ridden soul.
Growing up the bad guy was ever present on my left shoulder however he didn't have a lot of opportunities to disarray me even though he was jabbering constantly trying to get me to do the wrong thing so I would feel the wrath of Grandmothers Switch. The bad guy never won. He was to never convince me to perpetrate the most regretful wrong things. Sometimes I think the good guy might have gone to sleep to test me and that is when I felt the urge to commit petty infractions like cheating on a test at school or experimenting with cigarettes, auguring with siblings, or shunning chores. It is possible that the good guy was only pretending to be asleep. I expect the good guy would have awoken quickly if I had obeyed other guy on my left shoulder and essayed any wrong doing.
The good guy always communicated with me through my conscious and he would say: "Don't do that, it is wrong." The good guy pounding into my heart right from wrong and never left my shoulder and always had dominance over the bad guy. Of course the bad guy actually never left either, however it is always up to us to decide which we should abide.
The good guy and the bad guy were competing for my soul. Even now as an adult I sometimes have a conflict with that devil on my left shoulder. When I do, I try my best to turn a deaf ear to him. I chose to lean toward the good guy. As child my grand mothers hickory a switch was all I needed to be reminded of. If my grandmother was alive today, she would still use that switch and convince me in following the advice of the good guy my right shoulder.