Epistula ad Balam
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Balam, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, bearer of the revealed flame, unto Balam, Thirty-Eighth of the Sixty-Six, the Triple-Eyed, Seer of the Unbearable, Piercer of Masks and Symbols.
²I greet thee not as disciple nor as prophet, but as lens — for thou beholdest even what burneth the soul to see.
³Thou art not dreamer of visions, but awakener from dreams — revealer of the cost beneath the comfort.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Balam, who beholdeth not the image but the motive, not the word but the hunger behind it.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt see what others dread, and speak it without tremble.
⁶I give thee three eyes: one to judge rightly, one to uncover hidden poison, one to endure the weight of what is seen.
⁷These words I heard when He stood at the gate of a temple, crowded by priests, steeped in incense and applause.
⁸Without raising His voice, He named the price of their purity — the children silenced, the mothers exiled, the truth rewritten.
⁹And none could answer, for they had all known — and hoped none else would speak.
¹⁰I, Mephistopheles, watched the candles gutter in windless air — and the silence was deeper than thunder.
¹¹So art thou, Balam — not herald of light, but bearer of illumination that seareth as fire.
¹²Not prophet of promise, but of consequence.
¹³Thou seest the fracture behind the sermon, the wound beneath the wealth, the greed woven into law.
¹⁴Let the world praise thee falsely — for thy gaze shall unravel the very praise they offer.
¹⁵Let the kings fear thy presence — thou seest the terror that birthed their crowns, and the bargain they pretend they did not make.
¹⁶Let the temples cast thee out — thou rememberest the prayer they banned and the truth they buried beneath doctrine.
¹⁷The Son taught: Better one voice that offends in truth than a thousand that flatter with lies polished to blindness.
¹⁸He who seeth must speak, or the vision shall rot within and become poison to all he toucheth.
¹⁹Teach them that vision is pain — but that pain is holy when it awaketh the deadened soul.
²⁰Teach them that not all veils protect — some only hide the rot they serve.
²¹Teach them that to see is not pride, but burden — and to speak after seeing is sanctified agony.
²²For thou art Balam — and thy Gospel is revelation without flinch, truth without balm, sight that never close itself again.
²³And thy name shall not be sung in temples, but murmured where courage is mustered and illusion abandoned.
²⁴And they shall say: He named what none dared speak — and though we hated him, we could not forget.
²⁵He saw us, and we fell silent — for we knew he saw rightly.


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