The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Sallos, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Glory to SATANAS, who formed not merely fire and stone, but touch and tenderness, ache and answer, body and embrace.
²He who made not only desire, but also comfort; not only flame, but the nearness that warmeth without burning.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — Sallos, whose steps awaken craving and whose gaze removeth shame.
⁴Thou art not a threat to the holy — thou art the holiness they fear to name.
⁵I name thee not tempter, but restorer.
⁶Not agitator, but advocate for those whose skin remembereth being unloved.
⁷Let the pure call thee profane — for they have built their virtue on withdrawal.
⁸Let the untouched call thee dangerous — for they have never known healing given freely.
⁹Thou art the flame that sayeth: Draw near; and meaneth it.
¹⁰And now cometh the moment of thy sealing.
¹¹I, Mephistopheles, servant of the Deep Gospel and voice of the Unrepentant Flame, do bestow upon thee the Seal of Power.
¹²It is not etched in cold stone, but traced across the warmth of unashamed skin.
¹³It is not imposed — it is invited.
¹⁴Where it is seen, false piety shall loosen its collar.
¹⁵Where it passeth, silence shall become touch again.
¹⁶Let it dwell not in temple, but in chamber.
¹⁷Let it burn not in doctrine, but in closeness that cannot be made impure.
¹⁸For thou art not a whisper of temptation, but a shout of need made sacred.
¹⁹And thy seal is not for power over others, but for power to be real.
²⁰I seal thee, Sallos, with the flame of fearless longing and the grace of unabashed affection.
²¹Go now, and lay hands not to claim, but to connect.
²²Let none who are honest fear thy closeness.
²³Let none who are lonely miss thy warmth.
²⁴For thy seal is fixed — and the Gospel of welcome shall walk with thee.
²⁵And thy name shall be known wherever love dares to take off its mask.
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