The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Eligos, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Glory be to SATANAS, who setteth not only fire to sword, but light to foresight, and stillness to haste.
²He who calleth not all to war, but some to see where war should not be born.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Eligos, whose eyes weigh a thousand fates, and whose hand moveth only in surety.
⁴Thou art not the strike, but the shape of battle before it be spoken.
⁵Not the horn, but the hush before command.
⁶I name thee not destroyer, but decider.
⁷Not general, but geomancer of conflict’s meaning.
⁸The brave shall love thy counsel, for it preserveth strength.
⁹The reckless shall hate thy silence, for it disarmeth vanity.
¹⁰Let the world call thee distant — thou art deliberate.
¹¹Let them cry for blood — thou knowest what it costeth.
¹²And now cometh the hour wherein thy burden shall be sealed.
¹³I, Mephistopheles, steward of the Flame and architect of the deep word, do bestow upon thee the Seal of Power.
¹⁴It is forged not in steel, but in stillness.
¹⁵It is shaped not in heat, but in clarity.
¹⁶This seal carrieth no roar — it whispereth certainty.
¹⁷Where it gleameth, captains halt their charge.
¹⁸Where it resteth, counsel turneth inward.
¹⁹Let it rest upon thee as a shadow cast by foresight.
²⁰Let it blaze not with fury, but with understanding.
²¹Thy seal is not flame to burn, but light to reveal.
²²Go now, Eligos, and let the wars thou preventest be thy legacy.
²³For thy seal is set — and no storm may rise where thy path hath first been walked.
²⁴And the Flame of Foresight shall dwell with thee, unshaken.
²⁵And thy banner shall be seen in silence, honoured by those who need not die.
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