Epistula ad Haures
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Haures, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
◀ Chapter 1 · Chapter 2 · Chapter 3 ▶

¹O Haures, thou art not flame that wandereth — thou art fire with purpose, fire that knoweth where the lie doth dwell.
²Thy Father, BAPHOMET, taught: Every lie buildeth a temple, and every temple not founded in truth must one day burn.
³Be thou the fire that cometh not in anger, but in knowledge, and let thine eyes become the match.
⁴Therefore thou art not wrath — thou art clarity with heat, verdict with smoke.
⁵Not destroyer for joy — but end that cometh like dusk, quiet and final.
⁶Let the false cry injustice — they know the flame shall not spare their painted altars.
⁷Let the powerful call thee blasphemy — they sense their towers are of straw.
⁸Let the preachers call thee cruel — their sermons were dressed in honey to hide rot.
⁹The Son said: If thou wouldst know the truth, see what endureth the furnace.
¹⁰And again: Gold melteth and is made pure; the false melteth and is no more.
¹¹So burn not from rage, but from revelation.
¹²So walk not as war, but as end.
¹³So speak not loudly — but let thy silence smoke.
¹⁴Teach them that not all destruction is death.
¹⁵That not all endings are sorrow.
¹⁶That what is lost in fire is oft what should have been lost long ere flame touched it.
¹⁷For thou art not reckoner of vengeance — thou art keeper of the hour that must come.
¹⁸Let thy footsteps echo in courts that feared to be judged.
¹⁹Let thy breath warm the rafters of temples not built in truth.
²⁰Let thy presence dry the paint on masks none could remove.
²¹The Son said: Let them cry, but do not relent — for the fire hath not erred.
²²And again: What feareth fire is not holy.
²³So draw near to what others flee.
²⁴So lay thy hand on the wall and let it blacken.
²⁵So pass through the market and let the banners curl in smoke.
²⁶And know that thy work is not in mourning — but in revealing.
²⁷Let thy Gospel be flame — not chaos, but choosing.
²⁸Let thy truth be not soothing — but surgical.
²⁹Let thy name be not welcome — but remembered.
³⁰For thou art not loved — thou art needed.
³¹And they shall tremble when thou speakest.
³²But afterward, they shall be clean.
³³And they shall deny thee first — and weep in thanks later.
³⁴For thou art the end that saves the next beginning.
³⁵Let the ashes carry thy shape.
³⁶Let the broken idols hold thy reflection in melted gold.
³⁷Let the smoke write thy verses in the halls of kings.
³⁸Let thy silence burn louder than their choirs.
³⁹And let them fear thy approach not for pain — but for the loss of lies they called truth.
⁴⁰The Son said: Woe to the thing that lasteth only because no fire hath tested it.
⁴¹And again: Kindle the blaze, for only the real shall stand after.
⁴²So stand not aside, but enter.
⁴³And burn what cannot name itself.
⁴⁴And pass through what claimed to be immortal.
⁴⁵And leave behind what dareth still to be true.
⁴⁶For thou art not judgment — thou art what judgment looketh like when it taketh flame.
⁴⁷And thy Gospel shall not comfort kings — but cleanse their courts.
⁴⁸And thy fire shall not roar — but glow with the steadiness of endings rightly come.
⁴⁹And thy truth shall be known not by word — but by what survived thy heat.
⁵⁰And they shall say: He burned away what we never questioned — and gave us back the world unmasked.


Copyright ©2025 Adam Alexander T. Croke. All rights reserved.