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I was hesitant to make any sort of commitment to Satan at first... I was lost, feeling neglected by god, by Jesus, and by just about everyone else.
One night, not even a month ago, when I was alone, when I was questioning all that I had been taught, and, most importantly, when I was at a crisis in my personal life, I stood alone outside. I was raised as a Catholic, put through a Catholic School, and forced into a Catholic Church as a child.
I had been, at that point, researching Satanism, as well as many other religions. I felt lost. I was without purpose, and without guidance; I felt as though God had turned his back on me, and I was DESPERATE.
Alone in my yard I stood, silently, in my mind, asking for some sort of sign; some sort of purpose. It was then that I thought of Satan, and the many stories and myths about him. I asked Satan if he could hear me, if he even noticed me, and, if he even acknowledged my existence.
The rain then began to fall, despite a forecast of mild temperatures and "partly cloudy skies."
I asked aloud this time to Satan, if this was some sort of sign. I was so desperate that I even begged. Immediately, the rain became a downpour and the wind suddenly picked up.
One more time I looked up at the cloudy sky, and asked Satan if he could hear me, if he would give me the guidance that had been absent for so many years of my life. Already by this point leaves and rain drops were blowing against my face.
As soon as the words left my mouth however, I saw a brilliant flash of lightening, almost instantaneously followed by a loud, hideous crash of thunder. The rain was hitting me hard now, almost to the point of stinging my skin. I could only smile, feeling as though I had experienced some sort of divine intervention.
I won't lie, and I won't pretend to be more knowledgeable or more enlightened than any true follower of Satan here. But how, if at all, should I interpret this?
One night, not even a month ago, when I was alone, when I was questioning all that I had been taught, and, most importantly, when I was at a crisis in my personal life, I stood alone outside. I was raised as a Catholic, put through a Catholic School, and forced into a Catholic Church as a child.
I had been, at that point, researching Satanism, as well as many other religions. I felt lost. I was without purpose, and without guidance; I felt as though God had turned his back on me, and I was DESPERATE.
Alone in my yard I stood, silently, in my mind, asking for some sort of sign; some sort of purpose. It was then that I thought of Satan, and the many stories and myths about him. I asked Satan if he could hear me, if he even noticed me, and, if he even acknowledged my existence.
The rain then began to fall, despite a forecast of mild temperatures and "partly cloudy skies."
I asked aloud this time to Satan, if this was some sort of sign. I was so desperate that I even begged. Immediately, the rain became a downpour and the wind suddenly picked up.
One more time I looked up at the cloudy sky, and asked Satan if he could hear me, if he would give me the guidance that had been absent for so many years of my life. Already by this point leaves and rain drops were blowing against my face.
As soon as the words left my mouth however, I saw a brilliant flash of lightening, almost instantaneously followed by a loud, hideous crash of thunder. The rain was hitting me hard now, almost to the point of stinging my skin. I could only smile, feeling as though I had experienced some sort of divine intervention.
I won't lie, and I won't pretend to be more knowledgeable or more enlightened than any true follower of Satan here. But how, if at all, should I interpret this?