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As the New Year Approaches...

As we see the end of 2018 and the beginning of the new year, I have a few words of gratitude to share.

Thank you to all of my friends, you have inspired me to move ever forward; even when the times were their most discouraging. You have no idea how much this matters to me. Thank you for taking me on some wild adventures and may many more come as time marches on!

I would also like to thank the fantastic witches and warlocks of the Church of Satan. Without all of you, the world would be a dull, safe space. Your tenacity and will to move the world as you each see fit is inspiring and entertaining. Thank you for shaking things up; you intrepid iconoclasts!

And finally, a prominent and hearty thank you to those who are reading this very page. Walk on the Third Side was launched in the middle of 2018 and already I have received copious amounts of much needed positive feedback. My infernal thoughts will only continue to be brought to life as the years go by. It cannot be done without you, my dearest readers, and I thank you for keeping the black flame stoked.

Hail Thyself!

Hail the Church of Satan!

Hail Satan!

(Citizen D.A. December 25th, 2018)


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