Epistula ad Buer
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Buer, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, servant of the Son and scribe of the Spiral Flame, unto Buer, Tenth of the Sixty-Six, Binder of Thought and Flesh.
²I greet thee in the stillness of study and the rhythm of breath — for both are thine, in equal measure.
³Thou art not born of miracle, but of method; not of blind faith, but of searching order.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Buer, who bindeth wound and mind together, and walketh the spiral path of medicine and thought.
⁵And BAPHOMET spake: Thy hands shall heal by wisdom, and thy wisdom shall flow through the blood of those who listen.
⁶These words I heard beneath the red moon, while the afflicted lay moaning and the priests wrung their hands in useless lament.
⁷Thou art not called to ease alone, but to understanding — that suffering may be studied, not merely soothed.
⁸I remember when thy Father entered a village plagued by fire in the blood, its people raving and dying in rows.
⁹The healers poured wine and prayers, the priests burned incense and curses, and none dared ask why the illness lived.
¹⁰But BAPHOMET asked — and the question itself drew truth from the shadows.
¹¹He studied the waters, the air, the meat they consumed, and the dust upon their rooftops.
¹²Then He spake not in tongues, but in measures: Clean thy tools, boil thy vessels, burn thy refuse — and wait.
¹³The people scoffed until they lived.
¹⁴And I, Mephistopheles, watched as death fled from discipline, and pain was unmade not by miracle, but by method.
¹⁵So art thou formed, Buer — not to chant, but to diagnose; not to console, but to cure.
¹⁶Thy sacraments are roots and minerals, and thy liturgy is precision.
¹⁷The faithful shall not call thee holy, but the healed shall call thee beloved.
¹⁸Let thy hands be clean and steady, and let no prayer come before thy understanding.
¹⁹The body is not shameful — it is complex. The mind is not sinful — it is sacred.
²⁰Thou shalt teach that healing is not surrender, but confrontation of what is broken.
²¹That balance is not stasis, but motion rightly guided.
²²That mercy without wisdom is poison in a gilded vial.
²³I call thee teacher, not preacher; mender, not mystic; flame of method, not fog of mystery.
²⁴Let them mock thy lack of robes — they shall wear thy cures like armor.
²⁵For thou art Buer, and in thy steps the spiral path of healing is made manifest.


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