My dear child,
You're right! You should be careful about what enters your mind. Some things are dangerous and, when meditated upon, will lead you astray. Others, while they may not be wrong by my standards, would be wrong to you—and you would be sinning if you disobeyed your conscience.
But in this case, your conscience is not helping you. It is keeping you in a cage. It is crushing you with all these rules that say, "Don't listen!" "Don't read!" "Don't look!" "Whatever has the slightest suggestion of offending Aslan, keep it away!" These rules were not from me, and they do nothing to ease your conscience. All they do is cut you off from enemies that do not exist.
Those things you want to enjoy will have no effect on you. You know me well enough to discern what is right and wrong. And while you are supposed to fix your thoughts on what is good and holy and right (after all, those are my words), you can enjoy things of this world without fearing they will lead you astray.
So go on—watch the movie. Read the book. Visit that museum. Make friends with that person who speaks in more colourful metaphors than you would like. And, child, I happen to know there is a song by the Nightcrawlers that you heard once upon a time and wanted to hear again, but shunned because you feared it would not be meet for our friendship. Listen to it—and enjoy it. (After all: The best music has always come from the kingdom of the Pevensie children.)
With everlasting love,
Aslan
P.S.: And yes, dear child: That parenthesis was in jest.
A/n: Yeah, yeah—I know. You can't picture Aslan bopping his head or busting out a merry trot to "Push the Feeling On." Whatever. But I can. And how could I not? I've always fancied the idea of a Jesus who breaks through the barriers of man-made and anal-retentive rules. Plus, the remixes by Candys and Holiday (2010) and Noisy Shapes (2020) are fuckin' dope.
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A/n #2: Mea culpa. I shouldn't say "dope."