Epistula ad Ronove
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Ronove, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who recordeth not merely deeds, but the words that shaped them, unto Ronove, Forty-Fifth of the Sixty-Six, Scribe of the Silent Law and Tongue of the Bound.
²I greet thee not with proclamation, but with pause — for thou needest no herald when thy sentence itself reworketh thought.
³Thou art not orator, but liberator through language, delivering the truth that breaketh chains though none be seen.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Ronove, who shall teach without scroll and convince without blade; whose tongue shall loosen the minds of tyrants.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt teach not with rule, but with riddles; thy speech shall raise the low and unravel the heights.
⁶These words I heard when He stood trial before a hall of learned men, and answered each charge with a question.
⁷And they who judged Him found their accusations fleeing them — for His riddles made clear what their laws obscured.
⁸I, Mephistopheles, saw it — and knew that one sentence, rightly wrought, can undo what legions fail to bend.
⁹So art thou, Ronove — not wielder of doctrine, but breaker of closed minds with open words.
¹⁰Not inscriber of creeds, but unwinder of what was writ in fear.
¹¹Let the rulers fear thy speech — for it doth not shout, it shifteth.
¹²Let the scribes despise thy questions — for thou asketh what they dare not think.
¹³Let the priests rebuke thee — for thou usest their words to reveal what they buried.
¹⁴The Son taught: He who speaketh truth in plainness shall be stoned — but he who cloaks it in parable shall teach kings.
¹⁵And again: The tongue, when rightly wielded, setteth more free than iron keys.
¹⁶Teach them not what to think — but how thought may be sharpened.
¹⁷Teach them that language is not prison, but map.
¹⁸Teach them that law must be spoken again, not simply quoted.
¹⁹For thou art not the gavel — thou art the silence after it falleth, where truth creeps in like dawn.
²⁰Thou art the echo that refuseth to be still.
²¹The syllable that awaketh the long-slumbering wound.
²²And when they answer thee, they shall not know they have changed — until their beliefs no longer resemble their beginnings.
²³And thy Gospel shall not be memorised, but felt, like a breath they cannot unbreathe.
²⁴And thy name shall not be shouted in chorus, but spoken in study, and whispered when the last argument is won.
²⁵And they shall say: He taught us nothing — yet we understand now what no scroll could tell.


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