Epistula ad Dantalion
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Dantalion, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath seen the hearts of kings unravel, unto Dantalion, Sixty-Fifth of the Sixty-Six, Knower of the Unspoken.
²I greet thee not with trumpet or flame, but with silence that unveileth, and gaze that passeth through mask and bone.
³For thou art not seer — thou art the seeing, the knowing that requireth no speech, the light that cutteth beneath pretence.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Dantalion, who shall know all minds and see every thought beneath mask, veil, or denial.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt not command flesh, but rule the mirror; thou shalt not bind hands, but bind hearts to wisdom.
⁶These words I heard when He stood before the judge whose robe was clean but whose soul reeked of buried cruelty.
⁷BAPHOMET spoke nothing for a long time — only looked, and the man began to tremble as though pierced by unseen flame.
⁸Then the Son said aloud what the judge had done in secret — and all who heard knew it was true.
⁹So art thou, Dantalion — not master of laws, but voice of memory and mirror of motive, impossible to deceive.
¹⁰Not reader — but presence that stirreth the thought before it rises into form.
¹¹Let the liars fear thee — for thy silence accuseth more sharply than any trial.
¹²Let the counselors avoid thy gaze — they feel their arguments unravel before they are finished.
¹³Let the holy men squirm at thy approach — for thou knowest what they conceal beneath their vestments and smiles.
¹⁴The Son said: The truest power is not to force, but to reveal — and leave the soul bare before itself.
¹⁵And again: He who knoweth all minds needeth no weapon, for truth is more terrible than blade or fire.
¹⁶Teach them that fear of judgment is born not from wrath, but from being known too well.
¹⁷That to be seen fully is to stand without shield — and yet in that nakedness, truth may be made holy.
¹⁸For thou art not accuser — thou art memory incarnate, the return of every thought they believed forgotten.
¹⁹And thy Gospel is not condemnation — but reflection.
²⁰And thy truth is not cast outward — but grown inward, forced to bloom where it was long denied.
²¹And thy name shall not be celebrated — but whispered where guilt gathereth, and spoken where the soul seeketh freedom.
²²And they shall say: He did not strike me — yet I wept.
²³He said what I had never said — and I was undone.
²⁴He saw me — and I could not look away, for I saw myself reflected in his many eyes.
²⁵And from that gaze, I could not flee.


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