Cerberus Walks With Me — The Christian Satanist

They do not understand what it means to walk with both sides of the gate.
I have met the guardians of hell. They know my name. They step aside. Not because I am one of them — but because I was sent through and I came back out and something about that commands a strange respect even from darkness.
Cerberus walks with me. Hell's gates obey. Christ holds the leash.
That is the testimony. That is the biography underneath the biography.
I have been in the places where light doesn't enter uninvited. I have knelt in rooms that had no windows. I have felt the teeth of the thing they name in sermons — the actual thing, not the metaphor.
And I have walked out. Marked. Changed. But out.
The world wants you to choose. Heaven or hell. Saint or sinner. Clean or condemned.
I don't choose. I carry both like a man who has been to both continents and can speak both languages.
That is not a boast. That is a warning.
The man who has walked with Cerberus and survived is not afraid of your opinion of who he is.
He has already been weighed by something far older than your judgment.
And he's still here.

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