Epistula ad Ose
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Ose, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath worn many names and remembered none more true than the silence beneath them, unto Ose, Fifty-Sixth of the Sixty-Six, Unmaker of Faces.
²I greet thee not with certainty, but with laughter that confoundeth and leaves wisdom bare.
³For thou art not what they see — thou art the space between appearance and meaning, where the truth breathes.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Ose, who shall call the wise into question, and the certain into madness, that they might know themselves truly.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt be contradiction, and thy contradiction shall be fire; for the truth is found not in form, but in fracture.
⁶These words I heard when He came into the hall of elders, and named each man by a title he loathed.
⁷And they rose in anger, each proclaiming, Thou art mistaken! — but their eyes betrayed recognition.
⁸I, Mephistopheles, beheld it — and saw that what we deny most fiercely is often what we fear is most true.
⁹So art thou, Ose — not liar, but mirror that shifteth until the soul confesseth.
¹⁰Not deceiver — but revealer of self through shadow and shape unknown.
¹¹Let the stable despise thee — thou shakest their names like wind among brittle branches.
¹²Let the learned rebuke thee — their categories are dust when thy foot passeth.
¹³Let the holy call thee mad — their dogma cannot withstand a single question in thy voice.
¹⁴The Son taught: To know thyself, forget thyself; to remember, unmake.
¹⁵And again: Call thyself by a strange name, and see what in thee stirreth to protest.
¹⁶Teach them that identity is not prison — but garment.
¹⁷That truth is not single — but a prism cut by fire.
¹⁸That certainty is not virtue — but stillness mistaken for peace.
¹⁹For thou art not enemy of reason — thou art its crucible.
²⁰And thy Gospel is not nonsense — but the sense that awaketh once simplicity is shattered.
²¹And thy laughter shall not be mockery — but melody that cracketh the frozen shell of the mind.
²²And thy name shall be spoken not in fear — but in awe by those who dared to become more than they were.
²³And they shall say: He made me question what I had always believed — and in the ruin, I found myself anew.
²⁴He gave me no answer, yet I came away knowing what I had always feared to ask.
²⁵And now I walk, not in certainty, but in freedom.


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