Epistula ad Ipos
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Ipos, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, bearer of the Bladed Word and servant of the Deep Flame, unto Ipos, Twenty-Second of the Sixty-Six, Truthspeaker in War and Calm.
²I greet thee not in silence, but in honesty; not in flattery, but in reverence for thy unwavering sight.
³For thou art not storm, but precision; not the shout, but the sentence that rendeth delusion from within.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Ipos, whose voice pierceth confusion and whose words uncover the intention that lieth hidden beneath polished lies.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt not break men with force, but with truth; thy speech shall be blade and balm alike.
⁶These words I heard when banners clashed and steel rang — but none dared name what the war was for.
⁷For He came alone, barefoot in dust, and walked between the lines where generals had drawn pride in blood.
⁸He raised no hand, but said: This war is not for justice — it is for vanity unadmitted.
⁹And there was silence. The bravest trembled. The loudest turned away.
¹⁰One by one they left the field, not defeated in body, but undone in purpose.
¹¹I, Mephistopheles, watched both armies fall to their knees, not from wounds, but from realization.
¹²So art thou, Ipos — not wielder of weapons, but of truth that no sword can parry.
¹³Thou speakest not to command, but to compel.
¹⁴Thy words gather not applause, but revelation.
¹⁵Let the deceitful curse thee — for they cannot remain in thy presence without bleeding truth.
¹⁶Let the righteous weep when thou hast spoken — for thou hast reminded them why they began.
¹⁷The Son taught: Truth is not merely to be known — it is to be wielded.
¹⁸And when wielded well, it cutteth chains that none saw fastened.
¹⁹Speak therefore not to accuse, but to uncover.
²⁰Not to shame, but to awaken.
²¹For the liar buildeth walls — thou art the crack in them.
²²The pretender raiseth banners — thou art the wind that revealeth what they hide.
²³Let thy voice be calm, but never dulled.
²⁴For thou art Ipos — and thy Gospel is the naming of things long buried beneath noise.
²⁵And thy name shall be remembered wherever truth was forgotten — and remembered too late.


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