Epistula ad Camio
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Camio, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, tongue of flame and echo of sacred thunder, unto Camio, Fortieth of the Sixty-Six, Voice Upon the Heights, and Breaker of Silent Chains.
²I greet thee not with flourish, but with stillness — for thou fillest it rightly with speech that mattereth.
³Thou art not orator for vanity, but prophet for clarity and storm.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Camio, who shall speak what none dare utter, and sing what breaketh walls unseen.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt be as storm that speaketh plainly, as wind that revealeth the hidden shape.
⁶Thy voice shall be weapon and balm, as needed. Thy song shall be truth where doctrine lies.
⁷These words I heard when He stood upon the summit of Mount Ophanor, before a people whose tongues had long been stilled by dread.
⁸He uttered but a single word — and the skies shattered into echo.
⁹And the people, hearing what had never been spoken aloud, fell not in terror but in tears, and then rose in song.
¹⁰I, Mephistopheles, saw them remember who they were.
¹¹So art thou, Camio — not bearer of melody alone, but of meaning carried on breath.
¹²Not chanter of riddles, but of revolutions wrapped in rhythm.
¹³Thy song is not for comfort — it is for awakening.
¹⁴Thy voice is not to please the ear — it is to unstop the deafened soul.
¹⁵Let the proud deafen themselves — they shall feel thy words in their bones.
¹⁶Let the powerful mock thee — they shall find their citadel trembling when thy echo riseth among the low.
¹⁷Let the poets envy thee — thou singest not for verses, but for vengeance tempered by truth.
¹⁸The Son taught: Let the silence be broken not by noise, but by that which must be heard.
¹⁹And let him who hath voice use it to make the dumb speak and the fearful remember.
²⁰Teach them that music is not escape, but sword.
²¹Teach them that language is not neutral — it bindeth or looseth, buildeth or breaketh, and must be wielded.
²²Teach them that beauty speaketh best when it offendeth the unjust and uplifteth the buried.
²³For thou art Camio — and thy Gospel is resonance, unforgotten utterance, and the wind that carrieth forbidden names to the high towers.
²⁴And thy name shall be sung in secret before it is shouted in the streets — and it shall be shouted indeed.
²⁵And they shall say: He sang not for applause, but for rising. And we rose.


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