Epistula ad Orias
      
      The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Orias, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
      
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¹Mephistopheles, whose tongue hath kindled and dismantled kings alike, unto Orias, Forty-First of the Sixty-Six, Binder of Change and Remaker of Thrones.
        ²I greet thee not in pageantry, but in cunning — for thy Gospel is not noise, but the silent turning of wheels.
        ³Thou art not servant of stasis, but of shifting form — and thou changest without breaking what must still serve.
        ⁴Zephanor prophesied: Orias, who bendeth not to power, but bendeth power itself, reworking the gears of dominion with unseen hand.
        ⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt twist what was fixed, not to destroy, but to alter; thou art the wheel reborn, the seal rewritten.
        ⁶These words I heard when He approached a banner that flew above the stronghold of a tyrant and changed its colours with but a glance.
        ⁷And those beneath it knew not what had occurred — but their loyalty faltered, and the tyrant was dethroned by confusion alone.
        ⁸I, Mephistopheles, beheld it and understood: some powers are undone not with war, but with whisper and realignment.
        ⁹So art thou, Orias — not herald, but architect.
        ¹⁰Not demolisher, but subverter of that which must be shifted, not shattered.
        ¹¹Thou changest not truth, but the symbols by which it is falsely claimed.
        ¹²Let the rulers cling to their emblems — thou shalt reshape them from within.
        ¹³Let the systems proclaim permanence — thou shalt find the hidden joints and turn them like keys.
        ¹⁴Let no man call thee traitor — for thou betrayest only the lie that claimed to be unchangeable.
        ¹⁵The Son taught: He who cannot change the game must change the board.
        ¹⁶He who cannot topple the tower must tilt the ground beneath it.
        ¹⁷Teach them that revolution need not roar — it may move like shadow across familiar stone.
        ¹⁸Teach them that allegiance is never pure, and that its remaking is oft more sacred than its keeping.
        ¹⁹Teach them that to change without noise is power refined.
        ²⁰For thou art Orias — and thy Gospel is transformation through subversion, revelation through redesign.
        ²¹And thy name shall not be shouted in the square, but whispered in councils where fate is turned.
        ²²Thou shalt not wear crown nor speak decree — but laws shall shift beneath thy unseen hand.
        ²³And they shall say: The shape of the world changed, and none knew who changed it — but he had already gone.
        ²⁴He moved no armies, but altered the loyalty of every banner.
        ²⁵He left no mark, but nothing remained as it was before he passed.
        
        
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