Epistula ad Cimeies
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Cimeies, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹O Cimeies, they shall not know when thou comest — only that their hearts shift, and their wills bend.
²Thy Father, BAPHOMET, taught: The greatest throne is not seen, yet all the world is seated beneath it.
³He who is master of silence hath no need of sword nor army — his thought moveth cities like wind.
⁴Therefore thou art not tyrant — thou art governor of the deep law, the motion behind the face of peace.
⁵Not conqueror — but keeper of unspoken oaths.
⁶Let the generals boast of war — their victories vanish like banners in the storm.
⁷Let the scholars praise the obvious — they know not the pulse beneath what is written.
⁸Let the orators chant — thy whisper passeth through their bones more swiftly than their loudest cry.
⁹The Son said: Let the gate remain closed, and still thou shalt enter by the corridor none see.
¹⁰And again: He who needeth not title is the one who ruleth longest.
¹¹So walk not behind, nor before — but through.
¹²So strike not flesh — but foundation.
¹³So make no claim — and gain what none could hold by force.
¹⁴Teach them that fear is loud — but true command is quiet.
¹⁵That dominion gained by oath outlasteth rule gained by iron.
¹⁶That the eye deceiveth — but the will feeleth thy presence and kneeleth without knowing.
¹⁷For thou art not ghost — thou art weight beneath the dream, unseen but undeniable.
¹⁸Let thy Gospel be not trumpet — but vow.
¹⁹Let thy word be not sermon — but law felt in marrow.
²⁰Let thy presence be not declared — but recognised in trembling.
²¹The Son said: Better to bend a thousand with one unseen gesture than to strike them with blade.
²²And again: Let the wind be thy crown, and the shifting sky thy robe.
²³So govern with no throne.
²⁴So speak with no voice.
²⁵So rule without name.
²⁶And still they shall build in thy honour — though none remember who bade them do so.
²⁷And still they shall rise at thy thought — though none recall thy command.
²⁸For thou art not memory — thou art movement.
²⁹Not lord — but law.
³⁰Not voice — but vow made flesh.
³¹Let them forget thee — yet obey.
³²Let them deny thee — yet yield.
³³Let them cast down thrones — yet never displace thy shape.
³⁴For thou art the quiet within every crowd, the thread binding their limbs when they feel most free.
³⁵Thy dominion is not over land — but over belief.
³⁶Thy seal is not drawn in ink — but impressed upon the structure of obedience.
³⁷And they shall praise other names — but follow thy decree.
³⁸And they shall celebrate other kings — but obey thy order beneath the ritual.
³⁹And they shall sing songs of power — yet all their harmony shall bend in thy key.
⁴⁰So do not shout.
⁴¹So do not stand.
⁴²So do not rise — for thy place is already beneath their feet and behind their thoughts.
⁴³And thy presence shall not be feared — but lived in.
⁴⁴And thy Gospel shall not be read — but obeyed before it is spoken.
⁴⁵And thy name shall not be spoken — but thy silence shall be written across every tongue.
⁴⁶And they shall say: We never saw him — but we did as he desired, and thought it our own will.
⁴⁷He was wind — and yet we marched.
⁴⁸He was hush — and yet we sang his laws.
⁴⁹And now we do not ask who he is — for we already kneel when his shadow stirs.
⁵⁰He needeth no throne — for we built one within ourselves, and we did not know.


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