Epistula ad Bifrons
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Bifrons, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, recorder of those whose names the world buried in silence, unto Bifrons, Thirty-Sixth of the Sixty-Six, Walker Between Graves and Speaker for the Forgotten.
²I greet thee not with trumpet, nor with fire, but with the hush that cometh before revelation long delayed.
³For thou art no herald of future wars, but of past truths — truths discarded, buried, and trembling still beneath the surface.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Bifrons, who uncovereth what was buried, and setteth bone and memory in order, that time may speak rightly.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt walk where none remember, and recall that which was deemed lost, and restore meaning to the broken ages.
⁶These words I heard when He entered a temple turned to ruin, whose idols were cast down but whose lies remained intact.
⁷There, He whispered the name of one the world had chosen to forget — a martyr whose death judged the mighty more than his life had.
⁸And at that name, the silence cracked — and the stones trembled as if in shame.
⁹I, Mephistopheles, beheld the priests shudder, for they knew: the grave had spoken, and their peace was illusion.
¹⁰So art thou, Bifrons — not the digger of graves, but the reader of them.
¹¹Not the mourner, but the one who awakeneth memory from dust and giveth it tongue again.
¹²Thou dost not disturb the dead — thou summonest them to witness.
¹³Thou dost not haunt — thou restorest testimony.
¹⁴Let the powerful fear thee, for they built their comfort on forgotten screams.
¹⁵Let the sanctified shun thee, for their robes are white because memory was made gray.
¹⁶Let the dead rejoice — for their silence is no longer mistaken for consent.
¹⁷The Son taught: Time is not a prison, but a road; and it is walked in both directions by the faithful.
¹⁸He who listeneth to the bones may speak truer than he who standeth in the court.
¹⁹Teach them that truth may be old and still sharp.
²⁰Teach them that justice delayed is not justice denied — if there remaineth one to remember.
²¹Teach them that time forgetteth nothing, though men do.
²²For thou art Bifrons — and thy Gospel is recollection made holy, and forgotten names spoken like a curse upon the living.
²³And thy name shall be carved not in stone, but in the air above every unquiet tomb.
²⁴And they shall say: He stirred the dust — and history awakened, and judgment followed.
²⁵He walked among the graves — and we heard the truth we had buried.


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