3 questions & a prayer (on video)

Lately a friend posted a link to another afterlife account story - another of these "unconditional love" stories I've long heard all too much of, and still I'm left in want of a single word from the other side, my own side, from those who do not take the bait by which the demiurge (AKA "Jehovah" or simply "god") lures souls into its trap to assimilate them.
Although just another voice of the Right Hand Path, I still found an article on that same website that has been slightly useful, as those three questions actually make sense, and so I answered them for myself, and I think everyone can find their own answers on these. So...

1) "Who/what owns me in this life?"
No, no people or institutions for sure!! As in what energies or spirits - the spirit of rebellion, is the answer that came to my mind right away; the spirit that seeks power, not love; independence, not unity; an energy that is defiant, subversive - in a spiritual, not political sense - and thus certainly Satanic.

Which brings us to the second question, which to me seems almost trivial although nothing could ever possibly be of higher importance or significance in my life...
2) "Who/what is my God?"
Obviously, my god is Satan. And I'm not saying this just out of habit and without questioning; as a truly spiritual person you ought to question your path again and again - no matter what your path is. But I come to the same conclusion each time: that this one is beyond question. Spiritually, I can feel where my "home" is: where the outlaws are, those who will not serve.

And lastly,
3) "Am I one with my conscience?"
Yes. This is the path I have chosen, and I am certainly not unified with the creator/demiurge! I am absolutely at one with my choice, it is the only path I want to be traveling, the one that takes me where I belong.

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The night after I read the article I had a dream I felt to be meaningful in the context.
It was Easter, and the streets were filled with parades; Jesus was with them, and they celebrated his death and his immortality. I looked on and thought that's nothing special really, given that we're all as good as dead - as in, inevitably going to die - and we're all immortal as well as our souls will live on.
If Jesus was to die for them all again now it thus meant nothing.
I would follow my Master, and my Master was there with me - Satan's son.
Jesus died in the street there, and my Master walked up to him and broke off a finger of the corpse, the way you easily break off a leg or wing from a fried chicken, and he bit some meat from it. I was to do as my Master did and broke off another finger, and those fingers of Jesus were in fact like roasted chicken in texture, and not like raw meat and bones.

Let us pray...