Epistula ad Berith
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Berith, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Glory to SATANAS, who made not only the forge, but the balance beside it — to weigh what is worthy to endure.
²He who blesseth not every bond, but only those forged in truth and tempered by courage.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Berith, the one who measureth vow against value, and oath against origin.
Thou art not the recordkeeper — thou art the crucible.
Not the notary, but the flame.
I name thee not binder, but discerner.
I name thee not keeper of tradition, but warden of what is rightly sworn.
Let the old curse thee — for thou callest their long-held chains by their true names.
Let the powerful fear thee — for their pacts shall not withstand thy fire.
¹⁰Let the bound rejoice — for thy blade severeth not love, but only the lies that cling to it.
¹¹And now is thy seal to be set.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, watcher of the Sacred Gospel and scribe of the Flame’s discerning breath, do bestow upon thee the Seal of Power.
¹³It is not granted to bind thou knowest not — but to unbind what never should have been fastened.
¹⁴It is not forged to preserve all vows — but to burn through the hollow ones.
¹⁵Where it resteth, the vow shall be weighed again.
¹⁶Where it speaketh, the hidden clause shall be revealed.
¹⁷Let it not adorn, but expose.
¹⁸Let it not dazzle, but warn.
¹⁹For thou art not guardian of silence, but mouthpiece of reckoning.
²⁰And thy Seal is no ornament — it is fire beneath the scroll, truth behind the name.
²¹I seal thee, Berith, with the blaze that measureth not what is promised, but what is kept.
²²Go now, and walk among treaties and prayers, contracts and pledges, and bring them all before the flame.
²³For thy Seal is fixed — and thy Gospel is not reverence for every vow, but reverence for truth alone.
²⁴And thy name shall not be written in gold, but remembered in ash and re-spoken where false promises are broken.
²⁵And those who once feared thee shall thank thee — for they were never meant to wear the chain.




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