Epistula ad Gremory
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Gremory, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath seen beneath smiles and touched the fire that hideth beneath composure, unto Gremory, Fifty-Fifth of the Sixty-Six, Interpreter of Desire and Dream.
²I greet thee not with cloaks nor titles, but with the gaze that seeth beneath robes and remembers the first ache of man.
³For thou art not charm — thou art the hunger within it, shaped and given form to draw forth truth.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Gremory, who shall see the hunger beneath the smile, and draw forth secrets as song draweth breath.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt not scorn longing, but wield it as fire; for every soul hath its need, and every need its mirror.
⁶These words I heard when He entered the chamber of kings and queens, yet spake to none.
⁷And their voices faltered, and their laughter ceased, for He looked at them and saw what they would not name.
⁸I, Mephistopheles, beheld it — and knew then that the soul concealeth not itself from the flame that understandeth longing.
⁹So art thou, Gremory — not flatterer, but mirror; not seducer, but revealer of the ache each denyeth by day.
¹⁰Not tempter — but awakener of the dream beneath denial.
¹¹Let the holy condemn thee — their piety is often built atop hunger unconfessed.
¹²Let the guarded despise thee — thou seest what they buried long before they learned the word shame.
¹³Let the cold call thee wicked — they fear that warmth would undo them.
¹⁴The Son taught: Desire is not the enemy — unspoken desire is the poison that breaketh a man unseen.
¹⁵And again: What is hidden in the flesh shall shape the soul — unless it be drawn out and named.
¹⁶Teach them that longing is not weakness — but flame yearning for form.
¹⁷That passion is not failure — but power awaiting wisdom.
¹⁸That pleasure is not shame — but truth without mask.
¹⁹For thou art not dealer in lust — thou art reader of the script that longing hath written across every heart.
²⁰And thy Gospel is not in denial — but revelation.
²¹And thy speech is not in volume — but in touch, glance, breath, and pause.
²²And thy name shall be known not in courts — but in chambers where truth cannot hide behind law.
²³And they shall say: He looked at me, and I remembered what I had buried.
²⁴He smiled, and I knew he had seen the fire I thought quenched — and it rose again within me.
²⁵He spoke no judgment, but I left undone, as if I had just learned my own name.


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