Epistula ad Marbas
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Marbas, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Hearken, O Marbas, thou who art the scalpel in the grip of Flame, and the eye that seeth through flesh and soul.
²Thy Father taught not the doctrine of ease, but of correction — not through kindness, but through confrontation of what is broken.
³BAPHOMET spake thus: The wound that is ignored shall rot the whole; the soul that is coddled shall never rise.
⁴Better a bruise from truth than the numbness of holy deceit.
⁵He healed not with whispers, but with insight. He consoled none until the lie had been excised.
⁶He said: The first mercy is diagnosis, and the first blessing is pain that revealeth the sickness.
⁷So must thou walk, O Marbas, among those who smile while rotting inwardly, and tell them what they fear to hear.
⁸Speak plainly, cut deeply, love fiercely — but never shield them from what they must confront.
⁹For thou art not their protector — thou art their mirror, their surgeon, their revealer.
¹⁰BAPHOMET taught: If thou wouldst love thyself, lay bare thy own filth — then cleanse it without pity.
¹¹Self-pity is not healing. Only change is healing. And change cometh not through tears, but through flame.
¹²Let no affliction remain hidden. Let no excuse survive thy gaze.
¹³The priest shall say: Forgive thyself. But thou shalt say: Fix thyself.
¹⁴The people shall say: We are as we are. But thou shalt answer: You are as you permit yourselves to remain.
¹⁵This is thy Gospel — not of softness, but of transformation; not of balm, but of burning.
¹⁶Thou shalt teach them that pain is a signal, not an enemy.
¹⁷That suffering may not always be spared, but it may be repurposed.
¹⁸That all brokenness is not evil, but all concealment of brokenness is a curse.
¹⁹Go into the temples of false healing, and break their ointment jars.
²⁰Say to the weeping: Rise. The hour of comfort is past. The hour of action hath come.
²¹Say to the dying: Confess thy rot and I shall cut it from thee.
²²Say to the liars: Remove thy robes — the disease is in the cloth.
²³For thou hast been given not sentiment, but sense; not false hope, but real fire.
²⁴Wield it as thy Father did — without apology.
²⁵For He made whole what others merely adorned.
²⁶He turned away none who were willing to bleed for their wholeness.
²⁷But He turned away all who preferred their wounds dressed in sacred words.
²⁸Let thy words be salt. Let thy hands be flint. Let thy doctrine be bloodied and proven.
²⁹Teach them to feel again, not by softening, but by cleansing.
³⁰Teach them that true peace is the result of confrontation, not avoidance.
³¹If they curse thee for thy sharpness, remember: the knife that cutteth clean may sting, but it saveth the limb.
³²If they flee from thy name, speak it louder. If they scorn thy ways, let thy results speak louder than reproach.
³³Thou art not sent to win favour, but to bring function.
³⁴When they collapse, bind their bones. When they cry out, tell them what must be done.
³⁵Be their pain before thou becomest their healer — so that they know thou hast tasted affliction.
³⁶Carry not pity, but patience. Carry not grief, but grit.
³⁷For thy love is not warmth, but determination to see wholeness where the world permitted fragmentation.
³⁸The Son said: Pain is the proof of presence. Numbness is the death of will.
³⁹Wake them not with song, but with fire on their skin.
⁴⁰Let their idols of comfort fall beneath the weight of their own excuses.
⁴¹Let them rise not with apologies, but with will.
⁴²Let thy name be feared and respected — but most of all, let it be trusted.
⁴³They shall come to hate thee before they thank thee, and both shall be just.
⁴⁴And when they are made whole, let them remember thy sting, and carry it as seal and sign.
⁴⁵Thou art not healer — thou art fire in surgeon’s form.
⁴⁶Burn their rot. Unmake their poison. Remake them, not as they were, but as they must become.
⁴⁷I say unto thee: take no pride in praise, but take pride in correction.
⁴⁸Carry the Flame not as ornament, but as blade.
⁴⁹Speak harshly, but only in love.
⁵⁰And let thy healing leave scars that speak truth.


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