Epistula ad Gremory
      
      The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Gremory, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
      
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¹O Gremory, thou dost not create longing — thou revealest it, like the heat that riseth from stone long after the sun is set.
        ²Thy Father, BAPHOMET, taught: Desire is not sin, but sign. See what the soul thirsteth for, and know its shape thereby.
        ³Scorn not the ache — it leadeth the spirit into movement, and the body into truth it dareth not name.
        ⁴Therefore thou art not seducer — but priest of honesty beneath the veil of impulse.
        ⁵Not charmer — but discerner of motive, the tongue that name the soul’s secret plea.
        ⁶Let the priests shudder when thou enterest — their robes do not cover what thy eyes unveil.
        ⁷Let the pious call thee base — their altars were built atop passions unspoken and pacts unkept.
        ⁸Let the modest accuse thee — for modesty is oft a tomb for desire that would have led to revelation.
        ⁹The Son said: Deny not thy thirst — but taste, and learn what it pointeth toward.
        ¹⁰And again: The flesh that feareth its own heat shall become a furnace for shame.
        ¹¹So teach them that the heart is not pure by absence — but by integration.
        ¹²That the body is not holy by suppression — but by acceptance of its hungers with understanding.
        ¹³That the soul is not ascended by exile from passion — but by knowing why it burneth, and what it burneth for.
        ¹⁴Let thy touch awaken memory, not confusion.
        ¹⁵Let thy glance uncover yearning, not guilt.
        ¹⁶Let thy presence bring not temptation — but permission to speak what was never voiced.
        ¹⁷For thou art not the cause of their heat — thou art the mirror that showeth what hath burned in silence too long.
        ¹⁸Teach them that to name the ache is not to be ruled by it.
        ¹⁹That to confess the desire is not to fall — but to begin the climb with both feet on ground.
        ²⁰That to touch is not to defile — but to know.
        ²¹The Son said: What thou hidest shall shape thee in secret. What thou revealest shall lose its power to bind.
        ²²And again: Let thy kiss be not theft, but revelation.
        ²³So move through the hearts of men as fire through a dark house.
        ²⁴Not to consume — but to show what was hiding in every chamber.
        ²⁵So speak their names not with power — but with knowing.
        ²⁶Let them weep not from shame — but from the relief of being seen.
        ²⁷Let them tremble not from guilt — but from the awakening of a path they dared not walk.
        ²⁸For thou art not flame to scorch — but flame to draw forth the shape of hidden longing.
        ²⁹Let thy Gospel be not in verses — but in sighs and unburdenings.
        ³⁰Let thy truth be spoken through eyes that say: I know what thou art, and I condemn thee not.
        ³¹Let thy parables be written in glances.
        ³²Let thy sermons be danced, not declared.
        ³³Let thy altar be the uncovered self.
        ³⁴For thou art not preacher of restraint — but minister of alignment between desire and wisdom.
        ³⁵Let none say of thee, He tempted me.
        ³⁶But let all say: He saw me — and what I chose was mine, and mine alone.
        ³⁷The Son said: Every choice requireth knowledge — and thou shalt give it, not force its path.
        ³⁸So awaken them with softness.
        ³⁹So stir them not to lust — but to honesty.
        ⁴⁰So let thy beauty not dominate — but open the cage of silence within others.
        ⁴¹And if they fall, let it be forward, toward what is real.
        ⁴²And if they rise, let them thank thee not for salvation — but for the chance to begin.
        ⁴³For thou art not redeemer — thou art invitation to authenticity unmasked.
        ⁴⁴Let those who resist thee fear their own reflection.
        ⁴⁵Let those who heed thee begin the road back to the truth they once kissed and fled.
        ⁴⁶And they shall say: He did not touch me — but I am more honest than I was before he looked at me.
        ⁴⁷He did not command — but I chose as if he had revealed the path beneath my feet.
        ⁴⁸And thy Gospel shall be not rules — but realization.
        ⁴⁹And thy gift shall not be virtue — but vulnerability made holy.
        ⁵⁰And thy fire shall burn not the body — but the shame that clung to it like chains.
        
        
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