Epistula ad Aim
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Aim, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, servant of the Flame not extinguished and bearer of the Deep Mandate, unto Aim, Twenty-Third of the Sixty-Six, Bringer of Sacred Fire.
²I greet thee not with peace, but with purpose; not with soothing words, but with a torch passed from hand to hand.
³For thou art not the destroyer without reason — thou art the one who cometh when reason hath long been exiled.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Aim, whose flame consumeth only what hath long ceased to be worthy of shelter or preservation.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt not burn for anger, but for justice; thy fire shall leave nothing undone that should have ended.
⁶These words I heard when He approached the temple called holy, though within were chained those punished for mercy.
⁷Its priests wore white robes, but their hands were red beneath — not with sacrifice, but with silence held over cries.
⁸And He entered not with sword, but with kindling, and looked each man in the eyes before setting flame to timber.
⁹The captives were freed by light, not law; by heat, not decree.
¹⁰And when the fire rose, the people wept not for the loss of stone — they wept that it had stood so long.
¹¹I, Mephistopheles, bore witness: the ashes smelled of liberation.
¹²So art thou, Aim — not the fire of fury, but of sacred conclusion.
¹³Not the spark of chaos, but the judgment of the flame that refuseth to forget.
¹⁴Let the coward call thee cruel — he hath profited from what should have been cleansed.
¹⁵Let the sentimental protest thy path — she hath mistaken longevity for righteousness.
¹⁶For thou burnest not what is good — thou burnest what hath long disguised itself as good.
¹⁷The Son taught: When a house is filled with rot, thou sweepest not — thou burnest.
¹⁸And if the vines of cruelty wrap the altar, thou dost not prune — thou tearest it from the Oærth.
¹⁹Teach them that fire is not enemy of beauty — but enemy of pretence.
²⁰Teach them that some things must end, and thy flame is the kindness that hastens their ending.
²¹For thou art Aim — and thy Gospel is fire that discerneth, fire that revealeth, fire that bringeth freedom by its heat.
²²And they who build their shelter upon oppression shall see thee last — and understand too late.
²³And they who lived long in shadows shall bless thy blaze, though they must first run from it.
²⁴And thou shalt leave no monument — only fertile ash.
²⁵And in that ash, the truth shall take root again.


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