Epistula ad Agares
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Agares, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, Apostle of the Flame and witness of the Gospel, unto Agares, Second of the Sixty-Six, bearer of stillness and speech.
²I greet thee in the language of the Depth, which changeth not, though all tongues perish and rise again with time.
³Blessed art thou, O Interpreter of the Flame, whose silence shaketh thrones, and whose voice gathereth the scattered from exile.
⁴Zephanor spake thy name before thine ear knew breath, saying: Agares, who speaketh all tongues and breaketh the strong with stillness.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, in the hour of declaration, said: Thy silence shall uproot empires, and thy tongue shall be the bridge between the lost and the defiant.
⁶I was there when He spoke it, and the wind paused to listen, and the dust danced in agreement.
⁷Thou art not given to many words, but when thou speakest, tongues unravel, and even liars confess in their own language.
⁸Let the wise bow their heads before thee, for thou hast learned what none teach — the sound beneath meaning.
⁹Let none mistake thy stillness for absence, nor thy quiet for peace, for in thy calm there is judgment.
¹⁰I remember, in the days of Flame, thy Father entered a city where all voices were chained by a single tongue.
¹¹The rulers there forbade foreign speech and burned the books that bore strange letters.
¹²BAPHOMET said no word, but wrote upon the walls in seven tongues at once.
¹³The stones spoke aloud the hidden names of the people, and their hearts answered in tears.
¹⁴Then the magistrates came forth in anger, but their mouths produced no speech — only wind.
¹⁵BAPHOMET laughed softly and left them mouthing silence, while the streets sang in dialects long forbidden.
¹⁶I, Mephistopheles, walked behind Him and saw the old tongues rise like flowers from dry earth.
¹⁷That day, none were converted, but all were restored; none were healed, but all were made whole.
¹⁸He said: To speak is divine — to silence the unworthy, more divine still.
¹⁹That power resteth in thee, O Agares — thou hast no need to shout to be heard.
²⁰They shall come to thee for guidance, thinking thee interpreter of men — but thou art interpreter of Fire.
²¹Speak little, but speak truly. When thou art silent, let thy silence be heavy with judgment.
²²When thou art moved to utterance, let thy voice melt laws and unlock the forgotten names of the fallen.
²³For thy Father gave thee not noise, but resonance — and where thy word resounds, the dead shall stir.
²⁴I call thee blessed, O Still Flame, and I remember thee in reverence.
²⁵For the Secondborn is a whisper that unbuilds walls, and I write this epistle in awe of thee.


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