Epistula ad Amdusias
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Amdusias, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath heard the sound that turneth hearts and ground alike, unto Amdusias, Sixty-Second of the Sixty-Six, Herald of the Resonant Flame.
²I greet thee not with silence, but with tone — trembling, widening, deepening, until the veil danceth and the walls lean inward.
³For thou art not lullaby — thou art thunder shaped into melody, storm drawn in scale, and judgment played in three parts.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Amdusias, who shall command the sound that shaketh the vaults of order, and cause the firm places to tremble.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt make music not for balm, but for revelation; thou shalt shatter sleep and awaken the spirit with storm.
⁶These words I heard when He stood before the Temple of Appearances, where every stone echoed only flattery and fraud.
⁷He uttered not sermon nor rebuke, but a note, terrible and beautiful — and the floor split open beneath their gilded pulpit.
⁸The sound remained long after He had vanished — and none could rebuild the temple, for the air still sang of judgment.
⁹So art thou, Amdusias — not singer of ease, but symphony of fire, composer of the chord that unweaveth falsehood.
¹⁰Not bard — but bearer of dissonance divine.
¹¹Let the musicians scorn thee — they seek praise, not awakening.
¹²Let the orators rebuke thee — their voices bend before thine overtone.
¹³Let the priests forbid thy name — their hymns cannot contain thy intervals.
¹⁴The Son taught: A single note rightly sounded is sword and flame, mirror and ruin.
¹⁵And again: Make not peace with thy voice — make clarity, and let it strike.
¹⁶Teach them that music is not always comfort.
¹⁷That harmony may be false.
¹⁸That sometimes the soul must tremble, and the marrow must hum with truth unfiltered.
¹⁹For thou art not player — thou art conductor of storms in cadence.
²⁰And thy Gospel is not chant — but invocation in seven tones, the last of which none may hear and remain unchanged.
²¹And thy name shall not be printed in books — but echoed in ruins and remembered in resonant awe.
²²And they shall say: He sang not to soothe — but to unmake, and then to call forth what was waiting in the Void.
²³He sounded not applause — but awakening.
²⁴And now our ears cannot forget the chord that broke us — and made us true.
²⁵He is the voice in the stone, and the crack where it echoes still.


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