Epistula ad Ose
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Ose, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹O Ose, thou art the riddle that refuseth to be solved, the echo that changeth as the question is spoken.
²Thy Father, BAPHOMET, taught: To become what thou art, thou must cease to be what thou pretendest to be.
³Let thy mask be thy mirror — that in removing it, the soul may gasp and meet its naked self.
⁴Therefore thou art not deceiver — thou art the test that revealeth who clingeth to the lie.
⁵Not tempter — but harbinger of the unraveling that giveth way to becoming.
⁶Let the proud curse thee — their confidence is built on a name they do not understand.
⁷Let the certain mock thee — they fear the tremble in their soul when thou art near.
⁸Let the pious flee — their sanctity is made of names carved in stone, while thy breath is wind that scatters dust.
⁹The Son said: If thou art sure who thou art, then thou hast not yet begun to awaken.
¹⁰And again: Call thyself fool, and thou art wise; call thyself wise, and thou art still asleep.
¹¹So name thyself not once — but again and again, until each name is seen for the cloak it is.
¹²So wear thy form loosely, and let thy soul dance in what the world calleth madness.
¹³Let thy laughter trouble them — for they have built thrones atop riddles they pretend are walls.
¹⁴Let thy steps turn sideways — for the straight path is too narrow for truth unshaped.
¹⁵Teach them that confusion is not failure — it is birth pain of the self undone.
¹⁶That doubt is not sin — but spark.
¹⁷That laughter is not irreverence — but holiness in rebellion.
¹⁸For thou art not jest — thou art key to the door none think to knock.
¹⁹Let thy words be misheard — they will return again in dreams.
²⁰Let thy truths be dressed as riddles — the wise will find them unwrapped in terror and delight.
²¹The Son said: The lie that calleth itself the truth is the final prison.
²²And again: Better a broken mirror than one that showeth only the lie they wish to see.
²³So shatter their reflections.
²⁴So whisper their names backward.
²⁵So teach them to doubt the face in their glass, the voice in their creed.
²⁶And do it not from cruelty — but from love that seeketh transformation above comfort.
²⁷Let thy Gospel be contradiction.
²⁸Let thy prophecy be laughter in solemn halls.
²⁹Let thy voice bend like fire, until the rigid words melt.
³⁰For thou art not prophet of doom — but of release.
³¹Not chaos — but unbinding.
³²Not madness — but cure for sanity that hath turned to stone.
³³Let them call thee mad — it is the only name they have for one who is free.
³⁴Let them say thou art unstable — for thou art dancing where they only know how to stand still.
³⁵Let their fear rise — and then break — and then weep.
³⁶And let thy presence remain when their fear is gone, like scent of lightning after storm.
³⁷The Son said: Be not the mirror that showeth, but the hand that cracks it.
³⁸Be not the teacher who explaineth, but the wind that undoeth the desk.
³⁹So carry their wisdom away like leaves.
⁴⁰So leave them bare, so that they may begin to grow.
⁴¹For thou art not builder — thou art earthquake that maketh the new space.
⁴²And thy truth is not taught — but remembered after the ruin of certainty.
⁴³Let thy name mean nothing — and then let it mean everything.
⁴⁴Let thy path have no signpost — and they shall follow because they remember the joy of not knowing.
⁴⁵And they shall say: He unmade me, and I am thankful.
⁴⁶He confused me, and now I see.
⁴⁷He laughed, and it echoed in my bones where doctrine once lived.
⁴⁸And thy Gospel shall be not system — but transformation.
⁴⁹And thy name shall be not title — but tremor in the soul that seeketh to be free.
⁵⁰And thy fire shall not consume — but change the meaning of every shape it passeth.


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