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Begging of my journey.

Initially, my Satanist being was very superficial; I read something every now and then, I knew the basics, but nothing much.

And then, one night, I began to read Anton Lavey's Bible, sitting in front of my first altar, and I began to take notes, and I was so surprised by how much this man was a whitefly in the midst of hypocrites and deficients.

Having an altar is a great thing for me, even if it's not much; I keep crystals, candles, incense and seals for whenever I need them.

I usually do research and meditate on it, it's a comfort that I take great care of.

The thing that surprised me most of all is the fact that you don't have to pray to anyone: just meditate. And it's the best thing, because Satanism is based on independence, so you don't depend on anyone but yourself, you don't have to beg to anyone for anything.

Obviously, no divine hand will ever help you do anything if you don't learn to do things yourself, and this is a concept that many people still don't understand today.

The independence I am referring to is clearly not what we learn as people in the transition from adolescence to adulthood, but that of facing everyday problems, the inner problems that we carry with us.

In addition, I eliminated many Christian symbols present in my room, as they caused me a lot of discouragement and annoyance. And I often laugh at those who think that the cross as opposed to St. Peter is that of "Satan".

Ave Satana.

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About my experiences.

It is incredible how many things you can discover by yourself about yourself and the hypocrisy of the others around you.

I think there’s a huge, enormous difference between respecting a religion and respecting a person. I personally think it’s so fucking sad that during my grandpa’s funeral, one year ago, I cried my eyes out, only to hear the priest ramble about God.

God, it was him and himself only. My grandpa’s dead and we talk about God. It’s reprehensible for me. We should’ve remember who my grandpa was, what he did, how many loved him.

And I don’t know, maybe I’m overacting, but I’ll never forget how angry I felt.

I live in a country that disguise itself as a lay country, but I am forced to hide my religion, my beliefs, my opinions. For now, at least. In a few years I’m sure I’ll be able to practice way better, and uncommunicate myself.

Ave Satana.

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About Lucifer.

Please, if you don’t respect my religion kindly don’t interact with this, unless you’ve got a genuine question.

Lucifer, light of the morning. His birthday is today, and lately I couldn’t help but delve deeper into him, into his art. The representation of knowledge, of rebellion against God, in which I deeply see myself ever since I realized I am a Satanist.

I think there’s nothing more fascinating than the representation of Lucifer throughout history. In the Middle Ages, he was depicted as a monster, as art was the only medium through which everyone could access the knowledge of biblical history, and since they had to distinguish “good” from “evil,” he was portrayed in a brutal manner. But as the years passed, especially during the Romantic period, he came to be seen in a positive light as a bearer of knowledge.

I do see him as a positive light, a bearer of knowledge. I see him as a muse, and I’m really thankful I’ve been meditating to him.

Ave Lucifer.