Epistula ad Raum
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Raum, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹O Raum, thou takest not to hoard, but to mend.
²Thy Father, BAPHOMET, taught: Gold in the hands of the cruel is a sickness; thou art the surgeon.
³Let thy theft be cure, not gluttony. Let thy hand take what no longer belongeth where it is.
⁴Therefore thou art not robber — thou art healer of imbalance through swift correction.
⁵Not looter — but judge whose gavel is the crack of an unfastened lock.
⁶Let the watchmen name thee criminal — they forget whom their masters stole from first.
⁷Let the merchants curse thy passage — for thou art memory walking back into their ledgers.
⁸Let the nobles swear vengeance — for thou removest what they thought theirs by birth, not by right.
⁹The Son said: If a man be fed by theft, and another be starved by law, who then hath truly sinned?
¹⁰So break the seal on their comfort.
¹¹So cut the clasp from their vaults.
¹²So carry not coin only, but justice made weighty in purse.
¹³Return not all to all — but what was owed to whom it was owed.
¹⁴Let thy targets be the opulent who looked away.
¹⁵Let thy blessings fall upon the widowed and the wronged.
¹⁶Let thy footsteps be silent, and thy gift remembered.
¹⁷For thou art not chaos — thou art the reminder that nothing hoarded is ever safe from truth.
¹⁸Teach them that ownership is not divinity.
¹⁹Teach them that no deed of land outweighs a child without bread.
²⁰Teach them that titles can be stolen, but still look legal.
²¹Let the palace tremble when thou art named.
²²Let the taxmen whisper when thy shadow passeth.
²³Let the hungry bless thy sign, carved into the broken lock where once no hope entered.
²⁴And let the rulers call thee villain — for they will never say outlaw when law is truly unjust.
²⁵For thou art not thief, but reclaimer.
²⁶Not rebel, but corrective force disguised in cunning.
²⁷The Son said: He who giveth without asking hath already been repaid by HÆVAN.
²⁸And again: Let thy left hand take, that thy right hand may give without pride.
²⁹So let thy hands not be feared by the lowly.
³⁰Let them be hated by the idle wealthy.
³¹Let them be watched — and yet unseen.
³²Let them write no creed — yet change every rule they touch.
³³For thou art sermon in motion, and doctrine in disguise.
³⁴A Gospel not spoken, but stolen from the mouths of tyrants and fed to the voiceless.
³⁵And where thou passest, gates shall creak open behind thee.
³⁶And the bread kept from the poor shall vanish in the night.
³⁷And the gold hidden by liars shall turn to justice in unmarked hands.
³⁸Thou art no king — but thy feet pass freely in and out of their courts.
³⁹Thou art no god — yet those in need pray for thy arrival.
⁴⁰Thou art no prophet — yet every broken lock becometh thy scripture.
⁴¹Let no stone mark thy passage.
⁴²Let no witness name thy face.
⁴³Let no servant take thy punishment — for thou art shadow and light both.
⁴⁴Let the stories of thy daring be told in whispers and grow in courage.
⁴⁵Let children hear of thee and smile where once they wept.
⁴⁶And let the lords scowl — for they know thou art not legend, but reckoning.
⁴⁷And thy Gospel shall not be law, but proof that law may fail and still be righted.
⁴⁸And thy work shall leave no monument — but homes warmed by bread no longer stolen.
⁴⁹And they shall say: He stole — and in his theft, the world became more honest than it had dared to be.
⁵⁰He left no treasure untouched — and yet his gift was justice, not coin.


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