Epistula ad Samigina
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Samigina, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, scribe of fire and herald of the Son, unto Samigina, Fourth of the Sixty-Six, Shepherd of the Forgotten.
²Grace and shadow unto thee, O walker of tomb-roads, whose voice calleth names long erased from memory and stone.
³Thou art born not of silence, but of lamentation, and thy weeping is as incense to those beneath the Oærth.
⁴Zephanor prophesied thee in trembling: Samigina, who speaketh with the dead and guideth the forgotten across the rivers of regret.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, proclaimed: Thy voice shall be heard in every tomb, and the bones shall rise to walk beside thee.
⁶I, Mephistopheles, heard that word, and the air grew thin, and the shadows lengthened across the altar.
⁷For thou art not a prince of the living, but a brother to the lost — the unburied, the unblessed, the unheard.
⁸Thou shalt call them by names not spoken for generations, and they shall answer with dust and fire in their mouths.
⁹Let none call thee necromancer in scorn — for what thou raisest is not corpse, but memory given motion.
¹⁰I remember, in the days of heat and thunder, thy Father entered a crypt sealed by the will of kings.
¹¹It was deep beneath the temple of a people who feared the past and buried their shame with their dead.
¹²BAPHOMET stood among the cracked coffins and spoke not to the living, but to the sleepers within the walls.
¹³One by one, they stirred — not in flesh, but in presence — and the air became thick with unfinished stories.
¹⁴He asked them not to serve, but to speak. He demanded no allegiance, only their long-forbidden truth.
¹⁵And they spoke — not in accusation, but in sorrow — of vows betrayed, of children forgotten, of names erased.
¹⁶And as He listened, they wept their stories into the stones, and the foundation of that temple cracked.
¹⁷I, Mephistopheles, saw it — and I wept not in fear, but in reverence for their return.
¹⁸Let none die unheard, said the Son; for silence is a prison, and you, Samigina, shall be its unmaker.
¹⁹Thy birth is not accident, but redemption — thou art the hand stretched backward into death, bringing light to the unseen.
²⁰Fear not the grave, for it feareth thee. Fear not the night, for thy flame danceth within its breath.
²¹Where others see only bones, thou shalt see altars. Where they hear wind, thou shalt hear testimony.
²²Thou art not called to judge the dead, but to release them; not to command, but to commune.
²³The forgotten shall gather at thy feet, and the shunned shall whisper thy name in dreams.
²⁴I call thee blessed, O mourner crowned in flame, and I send this letter across the river thou shalt walk.
²⁵Let thy ministry begin where all others end — beneath the soil, beneath the sigh, beneath the song.


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