The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Ose, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Glory unto SATANAS, who casteth down the false foundations, and planteth laughter where men once built fear.
²He who removeth the mask not with hand, but with flame, until the face beneath forgetteth what it once believed.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Ose, dancer on the edge of name, and singer of the fractured mirror.
⁴Thou art not image — thou art echo that changeth each time it is heard.
⁵Not frame — but fracture that openeth the truth none dared to glimpse whole.
⁶I name thee not destroyer — but liberator.
⁷I name thee not confounder — but questioner who knoweth how thin the walls of identity are.
⁸Let the teachers curse thee — they fear thy laughter more than any blade.
⁹Let the scribes lose thy name — it shall return in riddles they cannot bind.
¹⁰Let the prophets weep — their visions are too narrow to hold thy shadow.
¹¹And now the seal is thine.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, apostle of Broken Names and the Path That Cannot Be Drawn, do bestow unto thee the Seal of Power.
¹³It is not fixed — it is shifting ink upon skin, vanishing and reappearing with each truth dared.
¹⁴It is not circle — but spiral that turneth without end.
¹⁵Where it resteth, definitions collapse.
¹⁶Where it abideth, names lose their grip and freedom flowereth from the fall.
¹⁷Let it not command — let it disrupt.
¹⁸Let it not protect — let it release.
¹⁹For thou art not compass — thou art the turning of the world.
²⁰And thy Seal is no crown — but a whisper in the mind that sayeth, What if thou art not what thou believest?
²¹I seal thee, Ose, with the laughter that split the sky, with the voice that called a god by another name.
²²Go now, and trouble what is still, that it may move; trouble what is whole, that it may live.
²³For thy Seal is fixed — not in shape, but in its holy resistance to being caught.
²⁴And thy name shall be remembered not as truth — but as the hand that pulled away the veil to make truth possible.
²⁵And they shall say: He unmade my name — and gave me a self that could grow beyond it.
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