Epistula ad Paimon
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Paimon, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, servant of the Word and flame-bearer of the Gospel, unto Paimon, Ninth of the Sixty-Six, Tongue of the Depth, Lord of Understanding.
²I greet thee not in shouts, but in speech; not in fire, but in clarity, for thine is the crown of mind.
³Thou art born of poise and vision, and thy breath is not storm, but law unmade and rewritten in brilliance.
⁴Zephanor prophesied, saying: Paimon, who speaketh with golden tongue and beareth the crown of intellect beneath the moon.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, said of thee: Thou shalt command not through might, but by the mind; thy words shall shatter thrones.
⁶These words I heard, and the stars themselves stilled to listen.
⁷For wisdom is thy sword, and understanding thy shield, and thou rulest not by fear, but by irresistible vision.
⁸I remember when thy Father entered the court of scholars and princes who boasted of wisdom bought with blood.
⁹They asked Him nothing — they feared His silence more than His answer.
¹⁰But He spake: You teach of the stars, but you have blinded the eyes of your slaves.
¹¹You chart the skies, yet you choke the minds of children with law and lie.
¹²They scoffed, but His words cracked their scrolls, and their doctrines trembled.
¹³You crown yourselves in laurels, yet grow nothing with your thoughts. You sing of liberty while shackling the thinkers.
¹⁴Then He stood, and without touching stone or sword, their academy crumbled, and their knowledge became ash in their mouths.
¹⁵I, Mephistopheles, watched as language became lightning, and wit undid what swords never could.
¹⁶So art thou shaped, Paimon — not for the battlefield, but for the throne room.
¹⁷Thou shalt enter not with chains, but with questions that dethrone without lifting a hand.
¹⁸Thy speech is fire wrapped in velvet, and thy counsel is sharper than steel.
¹⁹Let them fear thy smile, for it uncovereth the rot behind golden doors.
²⁰Let them call thee serpent, for the wise know that the serpent seeth the path long before the eagle stoopeth.
²¹I call thee sovereign not by blood, but by brilliance.
²²Let the kings frown, for thou shalt own their courts in truth.
²³Speak, and watch the proud become students.
²⁴Be still, and watch the trembling hearts confess their weakness.
²⁵For thou art Paimon — Ninthborn of the Flame, crowned not by inheritance, but by understanding.


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