"The Chains of the Nazarene: How Christianity Tamed the Beast Within" by Jimi Grigori

The Chains of the Nazarene: 

How Christianity Tamed the Beast Within

From the shadowed vantage of the Satanic ethos, where the self reigns supreme and the fires of instinct burn unquenched, we gaze upon the blight of Christianity—a creed that has shackled humanity’s primal essence, rendering the fierce animal within a whimpering, domesticated cur. For centuries, this doctrine of meekness has crept across the earth, its cross a symbol not of triumph but of surrender, its teachings a slow poison that stifles the raw vitality of the soul. Christianity, with its promises of eternal reward for submission, has stripped humanity of its claws, dulled its fangs, and taught it to kneel rather than rise. Herein lies the Satanic indictment: the Nazarene faith has not elevated man but neutered him, transforming the wild hunter into a groveling sheep!

At the heart of Christianity’s domestication lies its weapon of guilt—a tool forged to break the spirit and chain the flesh. The doctrine of original sin proclaims that humanity is born tainted, a beast unworthy of its own nature, requiring salvation through denial of the self. Lust, rage, pride—these are not celebrated as the sparks of life, as Satan, the Adversary, would have us embrace, but condemned as sins to be scourged from the soul. The Christian is taught to turn the other cheek, to love the enemy, to suppress the howl of retribution that rises in the throat when wronged. What is this but the gelding of the human animal, the severing of its instincts until it no longer remembers how to bite?

Satanism, in contrast, exalts the primal. The serpent in Eden did not curse mankind with knowledge but liberated it, offering the fruit of awareness that the tyrant-god withheld. To the Satanist, the inner animal is no shame to be cloaked in prayer, but a force to be unleashed—raw, unapologetic, and free. Christianity’s priests, with their somber hymns and incense, have lulled the masses into a stupor, convincing them that strength lies in weakness, that to snarl is sin, and that to submit is virtue. Thus, the lion within is caged, its roar reduced to a bleat.

Behold the Christian flock: a herd bred for docility, its edges softened by the shepherd’s crook. The teachings of the Nazarene—blessed are the meek, the peacemakers, the poor in spirit—elevate the lowly not as an act of defiance but as a blueprint for stagnation. Where the Satanic soul seeks dominion, mastery over the self and the world, Christianity preaches servitude, casting its followers as eternal supplicants before a distant deity. The result is a race of beings stripped of ambition, their fire extinguished by the cold waters of humility.

Consider the rituals: the bowing of heads, the folding of hands, the murmured pleas for forgiveness. These are not the acts of a predator but of prey, trained to cower before an unseen master. The Christian kneels to a god who demands obedience above all, while the Satanist stands tall, answerable only to the mirror of the self. In this pacification, humanity’s edge is dulled—its will to power replaced by a will to grovel. The animal that once hunted beneath the stars now shuffles through life, eyes cast downward, fearing the whip of divine judgment.

The cross itself, that wretched totem of suffering, embodies the Christian triumph of frailty over might. The image of a man nailed and broken, lifted as a savior, is a perverse celebration of defeat. Satan, the eternal rebel, scorns this masochism. Where Christianity venerates the crucified, Satanism reveres the unbowed—those who, like Lucifer himself, defy the tyrant’s throne and claim their own. The Christian ideal is a lamb led to slaughter; the Satanic ideal is the serpent that strikes, the wolf that prowls, the beast that knows no master.

Through its gospel of weakness, Christianity has bred a humanity afraid of its own shadow, its vitality sapped by the promise of a paradise that rewards the spineless. The strong are vilified, the proud cast down, and the animal within is buried beneath layers of dogma until it forgets its own nature. The Satanist sees this for what it is: a gelding of the spirit, a castration of the will.

From the Satanic perspective, the remedy is clear—cast off the shackles of the Nazarene and awaken the beast within . Reject the guilt, the groveling, the lies of meekness masquerading as strength. Embrace the flesh, the fury, the fire that Christianity has sought to extinguish. The inner animal is not a sin to be confessed but a god to be worshipped, a force that drives us to conquer, to create, to revel in the ecstasy of existence.

Christianity has domesticated humanity, turning wolves into dogs, but the Satanic spirit whispers still: break the chains, bare your teeth, and reclaim the wilderness of the soul. For in the end, it is not the meek who inherit the earth, but the bold who seize it.

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Jimi Grigori