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Yes, I have! I’ve spoken with Satan on many occasions, and in this book I only mention a few. I grew up
knowing that the devil exists - in fact, in the place where I was born and raised, this enigmatic figure was
part of many of the anecdotal accounts I heard from my ancestors. However, when I moved to the capital,
I became somewhat skeptical about it - not because I lacked evidence of the devil’s existence, but because
someone once told me that he had already been defeated. I interpreted this to mean that, having been
struck down, Satan was now inactive. How confusing for me! Because, truth be told, the prince of the
power of the air never considers himself defeated; on the contrary, even to this day, he continues to be
tremendously industrious.
This is a deeply personal story, but I’m convinced that through it you’ll find moments you can relate to -
perhaps even ones that might serve as helpful guidelines for resolving questions about your own life
which you may not have dared to ask anyone out of fear or shame, or that you’ve already asked openly
amid confusion, pain, and anxiety, but without finding answers.
You may or may not believe what I’m telling you. You may or may not agree with the perspective I bring.
You may or may not agree with my conclusions -all of which stem from my conversational experiences.
Nevertheless, knowing full well that this work would provoke a variety of opinions, even conflicting ones
about the content of this work, I dare to publish it with the intention of revealing my secrets and most
intimate parts of my existence -as well as strategically guarded enigmas from one of the most skillful and
persuasive conversationalists I’ve ever encountered.
So, as you venture into the depths of this book, I take the liberty - albeit courteously - of presenting you
with part of a list of questions that I eventually managed to answer after many twists and turns, including
a suicide attempt, an attempted homicide, a period of therapy and medication in a rest clinic, and a
fleeting visit to a place in hell - among many other events. And it is important to mention that in those
answers, Satan played a key role. Although in the beginning he tried to go unnoticed, over time he was
caught red-handed more than once, which forced him to remove his mask and reveal what had been
hidden, albeit reluctantly. So, here are the questions I asked myself:
Who taught me to think the way I do?
When did my belief systems begin to form?
Where did I learn my way of communicating?
What has been my source of knowledge?
How was the architecture of my thoughts built - or dismantled?
Why do I behave the way I do?