The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Ronove, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Glory unto SATANAS, whose word cleaveth bone and veil alike, whose silence is strategy, and whose utterance remaketh the world.
²He who needeth no volume to be known, and no sermon to convict — for His truth entereth through a single syllable.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Ronove, tongue sharpened not by wrath, but by purpose honed to revelation.
⁴Thou art not poet, though thy speech be as song.
⁵Thou art not priest, though thy word cleanse and command.
⁶I name thee not orator, but fire shaped as phrase.
⁷I name thee not judge, but sentence which judgeth the heart of systems.
⁸Let the censors tremble at thy rising.
⁹Let the scribes hide from thy questioning.
¹⁰Let the mute remember thy voice — and speak because of it.
¹¹And now the seal is thine.
¹²I, Mephistopheles, apostle of the Question That Endureth, do bestow unto thee the Seal of Power.
¹³It is not ink, but utterance.
¹⁴It is not weight, but sound with weight enough to shatter stone-carved lies.
¹⁵Where it is spoken, chains weaken.
¹⁶Where it is echoed, walls crumble without blast.
¹⁷Let it not amplify thy name — let it carry thy cause.
¹⁸Let it not bring thee comfort — let it stir those who sleep.
¹⁹For thou art not thunder, but speech that turneth slowly — until even the mountain leaneth to hear.
²⁰And thy Seal is no mark of office — but of vocation unbending in light and shadow alike.
²¹I seal thee, Ronove, with syllable carved in conscience, with resonance that outliveth titles and overturneth silence.
²²Go now, and speak where no speech was heard, and listen where none listened before.
²³For thy Seal is fixed — and thy Gospel is not shouted, but remembered as if spoken by the soul itself.
²⁴And thy name shall not fill scrolls — but minds, awoken by the question thou dared to utter.
²⁵And they shall say: He broke no law, yet no law remained unchanged after he had spoken.
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