Epistula ad Andrealphus
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Andrealphus, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath beheld the edges of form melt into mystery, unto Andrealphus, Sixtieth of the Sixty-Six, Bender of Light and Master of Hidden Angles.
²I greet thee not with ink upon scroll, but with spirals drawn in air, where vision fails and meaning begins.
³For thou art not illusionist — thou art revelator of the patterns they cannot yet hold in mind.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Andrealphus, who shall bend the edges of perception, and reveal the unseen paths hidden within the seen.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt bend space without breaking it, and teach that what is visible is but the first layer of truth.
⁶These words I heard when He stood before the gathered men, and drew circles that became staircases into the air.
⁷Their eyes followed what their minds rejected, and the ceiling folded downward like parchment in rain.
⁸I, Mephistopheles, beheld their mouths open in awe, and none could speak for the world had changed shape.
⁹So art thou, Andrealphus — not deceiver, but teacher of dimensions that twist the known into deeper knowing.
¹⁰Not corrupter — but clarifier, by means strange to the rigid.
¹¹Let the scholars mark thee mad — their lines are too straight for truth.
¹²Let the priests call thee trickster — their dogma hath never turned upon itself to become divine.
¹³Let the wise flee — for thy angle breaketh their compass.
¹⁴The Son taught: A square is but a cage until thou seest the fifth side.
¹⁵And again: To rise, one must learn to walk sideways.
¹⁶Teach them that the world is not flat — but folded.
¹⁷That light is not passive — but warped in the hand of the willing.
¹⁸That truth hath curves their minds have not yet followed.
¹⁹For thou art not artist — thou art revealer of structure hidden beneath belief.
²⁰And thy Gospel is not vision — but transformation of sight.
²¹And thy wisdom is not linear — but recursive, luminous, ever unspooling.
²²And thy name shall not be taught in books — but whispered by those who fell into wonder and never climbed out.
²³And they shall say: He drew shapes we did not recognise, and we wept, for the shapes spoke truer than our language.
²⁴He shattered the edge of the world, and we stepped through — and it was still there, only deeper.
²⁵And now we trust not what we see, but what we dare to see through.


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