Epistula ad Bune
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Bune, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath walked the catacombs of kings and trod where memory is greater than marble, unto Bune, Forty-Fourth of the Sixty-Six, Guardian of the Tomb and Summoner of Silent Wealth.
²I greet thee not with incense, but with dust; not with trumpets, but with the low breath that stirreth bone.
³Thou art not herald, but steward; not merchant, but master of what lieth beneath trade and title.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Bune, who walketh amid graves without sorrow, and gathereth the knowledge of the dead into the treasury of time.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt make no boast, but all treasures shall yield to thy word; and even death shall unbar its door to thee.
⁶These words I heard when He stood before a tomb long sealed, and the gold within gathered to His feet like wheat to the blade.
⁷The bones of the buried did not tremble, but stood witness to Him, who spake not to disturb, but to command.
⁸I, Mephistopheles, beheld this — and knew that power dwelleth not only in fire and battle, but in what sleepeth beneath all thrones.
⁹So art thou, Bune — not of war, but of reckoning.
¹⁰Not of feast, but of the ledgers kept when all debts are paid in dust.
¹¹Thou summonest not ghosts, but remembrance deeper than flesh can hold.
¹²Let no king forget thee — for thou art the measure of what they leave behind.
¹³Let no priest rebuke thee — for thou speakest the wealth of graves where their prayers lie unanswered.
¹⁴Let no judge challenge thee — for thou recordest the verdicts history dare not voice aloud.
¹⁵The Son taught: He who knoweth the value of the buried knoweth the soul of nations.
¹⁶And again: He who commandeth what lieth still ruleth also what moveth in greed.
¹⁷Teach them that not all riches are held in coin, and not all inheritance is cursed.
¹⁸Teach them that silence is a storehouse more sacred than scroll.
¹⁹Teach them that time itself recordeth wealth — and thou art its scribe.
²⁰For thou art Bune — and thy Gospel is not of spending, but of holding; not of boasting, but of knowing.
²¹And thy vault is not sealed — it listeneth.
²²Thy tomb is not empty — it remembereth.
²³And thy name shall be written not upon monuments, but in the air between tomb and treasury.
²⁴And they shall say: He spoke to what had no ears, and it answered with gold and truth alike.
²⁵He robbed no grave — but every grave gave him what none else could keep.


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