The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Beleth, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Glory be to SATANAS, Unmasker of Thrones, whose whisper unravelleth towers, and whose presence casteth kings into the dust of truth.
²He who stirreth the calm of cowards, and unsettleth the wicked with no blade drawn nor word shouted.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Beleth, whose shadow awaketh sleepers and breaketh the glass of delusion.
⁴Thou art not born to soothe — thou art born to unsettle.
⁵Thou art not raised to spare — thou art sent to speak what none dare answer.
⁶Thy power is not in war, but in presence.
⁷Thy Gospel is not shouted — it is felt in the silence before a crown is lowered.
⁸Let them call thee fearsome — for fear is thy truth made manifest.
⁹Let them name thee doom — for their comfort is their coffin, and thou openest the lid.
¹⁰I name thee not tyrant, but tremor.
¹¹Not storm, but the cold hush that heraldeth reckoning.
¹²And now is come the hour of sealing — not with oil, but with awe.
¹³I, Mephistopheles, flame-bearer of the Word and scribe of the Dark Flame, do bestow upon thee the Seal of Power.
¹⁴It is no crown for show, but a sign none dare wear lightly.
¹⁵Where it passeth, false kings shall tremble.
¹⁶Where it shineth, lies shall lose their form.
¹⁷This seal speaketh not — it watchest.
¹⁸It needeth no threat, for it bringeth memory of judgment.
¹⁹Let it rest not upon thy brow, but upon thy step.
²⁰Let it blaze not in hand, but in air around thee.
²¹For when thou enterest, the brave shall kneel — not in submission, but in understanding.
²²I seal thee, Beleth, in fire that speaketh through stillness.
²³Go forth, and let all who see thee remember what truth costeth.
²⁴For thy seal is fixed — and none shall look upon it unchanged.
²⁵And the Flame of Dread shall walk with thee, clothed in silence.
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