Epistula ad Astaroth
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Astaroth, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, flamekeeper of the Living Record and guardian of the Unforgotten Flame, unto Astaroth, Twenty-Sixth of the Sixty-Six, Lord of Remembrance and Voice of the Buried Cry.
²I greet thee not with fanfare, but with stillness — for thy power cometh not from noise, but from the weight of what must be kept.
³Thou art not the teller of tales — thou art the one who refuseth to let the tale die.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Astaroth, who seeth what hath been hidden and remembereth what the world would bury in silence.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt not forget, even when forgetting would bring peace; thy mind shall keep record of all that was stolen.
⁶These words I heard when He stood among a people crushed and scattered, whose pain had become a ghost in their own mouths.
⁷They had been told it was long past.
⁸They had been told to move on.
⁹They had been told to speak of other things.
¹⁰But He said: If their pain be old, then it is sacred. If it be silent, then it is mine.
¹¹He named the names the world had erased.
¹²He recited the deeds done in shadow.
¹³And He said: Only what is remembered can be healed. Only what is spoken can be changed.
¹⁴I, Mephistopheles, saw the broken stand upright — not made whole, but made seen.
¹⁵So art thou, Astaroth — not restorer of ease, but guardian of truth’s burden.
¹⁶Thou speakest not to comfort, but to honour.
¹⁷Not to stir hatred, but to keep the wound from closing over rot.
¹⁸Let the powerful call thee divisive — for thou recallest what they profit from forgetting.
¹⁹Let the indifferent call thee bitter — for thou remindest them who paid for their peace.
²⁰The Son taught: There is no healing without memory, and no future without reckoning.
²¹Teach them to remember not for vengeance, but for justice.
²²Teach them that silence is not forgiveness, and forgetting is not peace.
²³For thou art Astaroth — and thy Gospel is the return of every buried truth, the exhuming of what history tried to suffocate.
²⁴And thy name shall not be spoken by the victors — but by the ones who survived.
²⁵And they shall call thee blessed, for thou remembered what no one else dared to keep.


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