Epistula ad Purson
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Purson, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, servant of the Hidden Flame and tongue of the Silent Word, unto Purson, Twentieth of the Sixty-Six, Unweaver of Concealment.
²I greet thee not with trumpet nor torch, but with stillness that sees; for thy work is the breath before unveiling.
³Thou art not the one who draggeth secrets into the light — thou art the one before whom they come trembling.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Purson, whose gaze entereth locked places and seeth what lieth beneath the coverings of kings and slaves alike.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt not shout truth, but draw it forth — thou shalt expose not by force, but by patience.
⁶These words I heard when He entered a court built on lies, and none dared stop Him, though He bore no blade.
⁷He did not accuse, nor point, nor cry aloud.
⁸He merely asked, Who among ye hath no mask? — and silence fell heavier than thunder.
⁹None answered — for all knew what He already saw.
¹⁰I remember how the strongest man in the room suddenly wept, for his truth had been looked upon, and he could no longer bear it.
¹¹The woman who had ruled by deception did not run — she merely sat down, for her illusion was already gone.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, watched as no punishment was needed — only presence, only recognition, only truth.
¹³So art thou, Purson — not judgment, but the eye before which truth unravelled cannot stand.
¹⁴Thou needest no weapon, for guilt is already armed against thee.
¹⁵Thou needest no trap, for the lie will walk into thy gaze unbidden.
¹⁶Let none say: He made me confess. Nay, they confessed because thou wert there.
¹⁷Let none cry: He caught me. They stepped into light, and could not bear to call it shadow.
¹⁸The Son taught: To speak truth is one thing — to be the reason it must be spoken is another.
¹⁹Thou art not inquisitor — thou art mirror.
²⁰Thou art not judge — thou art unveiling.
²¹Let thy presence undo what was hidden, like wind that uncovereth graves without ever raising its voice.
²²And let the guilty hate thee, for thou hast not wounded them — thou hast merely removed what made their wounds invisible.
²³For thou art Purson — and thy Gospel is the glance that endeth the age of secrecy.
²⁴And thy name shall be known among those who once ruled by hiding, and now tremble beneath the weight of their own unveiled face.
²⁵And where thou passest, the truth shall whisper first — and then shout.


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