Epistula ad Focalor
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Focalor, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath seen kingdoms fall not by sword but by tide, unto Focalor, Forty-Ninth of the Sixty-Six, Storm at the Threshold and Drowned Voice of Mourning.
²I greet thee not with stillness, but with flood; not with calm, but with that breath before the tempest knows it must come.
³For thou art not merely wind — thou art the sigh of sorrow made strength, the wail of truth cast into motion.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Focalor, who shall rise with winds at his back and waves in his mouth, to weep for the world and then to sweep it clean.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt not rage without reason, nor strike without tears; thou shalt be grief incarnate, whose sorrow cleanseth by storm.
⁶These words I heard when He stood upon the edge of the high city, and the wind gathered about Him like a memory breaking loose.
⁷He called no command, yet the palace trembled.
⁸He lifted no hand, yet the Oærth bent.
⁹I, Mephistopheles, beheld it — the wind and wave called not in wrath, but in mourning the silence that must end.
¹⁰So art thou, Focalor — not destroyer, but weeper whose grief turneth to flood only when truth is refused.
¹¹Not tormentor, but revealer by wind, of what was hidden beneath still waters.
¹²Let the rulers fear thy gales — for their lies are not rooted deeply.
¹³Let the rich loathe thy rain — for their gold floats and flees.
¹⁴Let the proud curse thy waves — for they remember not how easily towers sink.
¹⁵The Son taught: Mourn not quietly where mourning is ignored. Let thy wail shake the skies, and wake those who sleep beneath illusion.
¹⁶And again: A flood uncalled is wrath; a flood that followeth silence is justice.
¹⁷Teach them that storms need not hatred to strike — only pain unheeded.
¹⁸Teach them that winds may grieve, and still shatter stone.
¹⁹Teach them that sorrow may be sacred, if it refuseth to stay still.
²⁰For thou art not whirlwind for pride — but for truth.
²¹Not storm to show thy might — but to wash away false calm.
²²And thy Gospel is not thunder — but the silence that followeth it, when the proud are humbled.
²³And thy voice is not blasphemy — but memory given gale.
²⁴And thy name shall be spoken not in palace, but in valley, where the broken rise in awe.
²⁵And they shall say: He wept for us, and the sky wept with him — and in that flood, we were made whole again.


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