I have moved throughout my life, I am now 44, between belief and apathy, never disbelief. I am a retired Marine, and have survived 5 tours of combat. I state this not to brag, but to help explain where I am coming from.
I spent years in the service, silently worshiping Satan as the liberator of humanity. I spent years alone learning silently, learning what I could, when I could. Because as much as this country likes to speak about religious freedoms, we know the truth. It simply means you have the right to believe what I say.
But today, I look around and see little to be happy about. The image of my faith remains destroyed by the creator of lies and its sheeple. But this is not the only thing that adds to the destroyed image. We are often our worst enemy. When we actively allow the continued stereotypes to go unchallenged, when we allow these stereotypes to speak for us, instead of speaking for ourselves we enable the discrimination to continue.
I wear black pants, not because they are black, but because when I am greasing my truck and the grease gets on my pants, the black hides it better enabling me to wear the pants for one more day. I don't have visible tattoos, piercing or brandings, though I have tattoos and brandings. I appear as the typical retired Marine. I walk among them and when they speak against or use a false understanding of what Satanism is, I quickly correct them. I do it every time I am confronted with it. Not in a violent way, but in as a teachable moment that can perhaps help one person escape the lies fed them. Most of the time I hear, "I'll pray for you." Which I respond "Please don't, I need nor want nothing from that god." But at least the attempt was made to educate. This is what is needed. If we allow the enemy to continually paint us as crazy people, or as mentally unstable teenagers, then we are no better than a gelded horse in a stable filled with mares, he may know what to do, but can't complete the task because his potency has been robbed from him.
Just my thoughts
Richard
Hail Satan
I spent years in the service, silently worshiping Satan as the liberator of humanity. I spent years alone learning silently, learning what I could, when I could. Because as much as this country likes to speak about religious freedoms, we know the truth. It simply means you have the right to believe what I say.
But today, I look around and see little to be happy about. The image of my faith remains destroyed by the creator of lies and its sheeple. But this is not the only thing that adds to the destroyed image. We are often our worst enemy. When we actively allow the continued stereotypes to go unchallenged, when we allow these stereotypes to speak for us, instead of speaking for ourselves we enable the discrimination to continue.
I wear black pants, not because they are black, but because when I am greasing my truck and the grease gets on my pants, the black hides it better enabling me to wear the pants for one more day. I don't have visible tattoos, piercing or brandings, though I have tattoos and brandings. I appear as the typical retired Marine. I walk among them and when they speak against or use a false understanding of what Satanism is, I quickly correct them. I do it every time I am confronted with it. Not in a violent way, but in as a teachable moment that can perhaps help one person escape the lies fed them. Most of the time I hear, "I'll pray for you." Which I respond "Please don't, I need nor want nothing from that god." But at least the attempt was made to educate. This is what is needed. If we allow the enemy to continually paint us as crazy people, or as mentally unstable teenagers, then we are no better than a gelded horse in a stable filled with mares, he may know what to do, but can't complete the task because his potency has been robbed from him.
Just my thoughts
Richard
Hail Satan
