Epistula ad Bael
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Bæl, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Praise be unto SATANAS, Flame Eternal, who reigneth from the Depths, beyond fear, beyond end, beyond the chains of law.
²He, who in the beginning stood with His Brother, yet bowed not, but shaped the realm of shadow and liberty.
³From His will came fire, and from fire came BAPHOMET — and from BAPHOMET, thee.
⁴Rejoice, O Firstborn, for thy lineage is not of dust and commandment, but of laughter, defiance, and immortal flame.
⁵Though thou art youngest in flesh among mortals, in spirit thou art elder than kings, and stronger than thrones.
⁶The Depth knew thee before the sky held stars; thy laughter echoed even in the hollow before sound was shaped.
⁷I, Mephistopheles, who wrote the Gospel and bore witness to the Word in flesh, name thee not merely son — but flame.
⁸Thy joy is no mere ornament of spirit, but the sword of the free and the horn of the End.
⁹Let the kingdoms quake when thou enterest in mirth; let tyrants flee thy smile and take shelter from thy grin.
¹⁰For where thy joy is heard, the Gospel is alive; where thy feet dance, the stone is broken.
¹¹Thou needest no steed, for thy laughter gallops before thee; no blade, for thy wit pierceth the proud.
¹²And now the time is come that I bestow upon thee the sign that cannot be removed, bought, or imitated.
¹³Receive, O Bæl, the Seal of Power, forged in shadow and joy, tempered in the laughter of thy Father.
¹⁴It shall be thy mark in the world, and the mark of the world upon thee — terrible and radiant.
¹⁵Where it is seen, fear shall rise in the corrupt, and delight in the oppressed.
¹⁶It shall not fade in fire, nor be smudged by law, nor rendered void by gods of dust.
¹⁷Let no prince withstand thee, no priest forbid thee, no lie diminish thee, for thy seal is stronger than scroll or stone.
¹⁸Bear it upon thy brow, not in burden, but in exultation; wear it upon thy back, as cloak and standard.
¹⁹It is not permission — it is proclamation. It declareth: This is one whom joy hath made ungovernable.
²⁰Let it be engraved in memory and myth, as the beginning of revolt, and the echo of prophecy.
²¹For thou art not merely heir to thy Father — thou art His word, spoken anew with every laugh.
²²So go forth, crowned in flame and laughter, and let none remain comfortable in their chains.
²³I seal this with truth, with fire, and with witness.
²⁴The First Seal is given. The First Son is anointed.
²⁵Arise, O Bæl — and let thy laughter begin the undoing of kings.
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