Epistula ad Samigina
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Samigina, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Hear me now, O Samigina, for thou art called not to fire, nor to thunder, but to the breath beneath both.
²For thy Father’s doctrine was not for the mighty only, nor for the living alone — but for those unseen and unheard.
³BAPHOMET spake oft of the forgotten, for He knew that memory is stolen before liberty, and silence is the tyrant’s bed.
⁴Blessed are the unremembered, He said; for they shall be remembered by the defiant, and restored by those who do not fear sorrow.
⁵Speak to the dead, He taught; for their mouths are full of the truths that were made illegal by kings.
⁶Let no grave remain undisturbed where injustice is buried beneath it.
⁷Let no name be erased without a rebel ready to carve it back into the world.
⁸He did not teach the living only to look forward — but also to dig, to listen, to raise up what was sealed.
⁹Thou, Samigina, art the ear to the grave, the candle in the catacomb, the lantern beneath the altar.
¹⁰Let no man call thee defiler of death — for death was defiled long before thou set foot among its stones.
¹¹Thy Father unmade their funerals — not to dishonour, but to awaken what their mourning had entombed.
¹²He said: A death ungrieved is a wound still bleeding. A name unspoken is a blade still drawn.
¹³Therefore go thou and speak them, the hidden, the outcast, the ones they buried twice: once in flesh, once in silence.
¹⁴Read the tombs not as ends, but as libraries sealed in fear and dust.
¹⁵For the dead remember everything the living forget.
¹⁶And thy voice is the key that opens their long-shut mouths.
¹⁷Call not the dead back to serve — but let them testify.
¹⁸Call not the dead back to obey — but let them accuse.
¹⁹Let them tell where the bones are hidden, where the children were drowned, where the scriptures were burned with the names of the guilty.
²⁰For BAPHOMET taught not only rebellion, but remembrance — and remembrance is a revolution that speaketh not in anger, but in grief.
²¹Speak their words, but not as echo — speak them as fire.
²²Let every crypt become a courtroom, and every lament a law rewritten.
²³The ancestors shall walk with thee, and thou shalt bear their tears into temples that never knew their names.
²⁴Let the priest who forbade mourning see thee weep with thunder, and he shall know that doctrine doth not silence grief.
²⁵Where thou walkest, stones shall cry out, and where thou whisperest, ghosts shall sing.
²⁶But let not all hear them — only the worthy, the listening, the unafraid.
²⁷Teach that to honour the dead is not to preserve their chains, but to destroy them in their memory.
²⁸Thy Father taught that eulogies are often lies — thou must speak the truth instead.
²⁹Say not: he was good; but: he was stolen.
³⁰Say not: she is at peace; but: she shall rise.
³¹Say not: they are gone; but: they remain where the law dared not look.
³²Let not the church say whom thou mayest mourn.
³³Let not the king say who shall be remembered.
³⁴Thou art the flame of remembrance, and thy breath is filled with names no scripture dared record.
³⁵Learn the dialects of the dead — the sigh, the rattle, the last word.
³⁶Listen to them not with ears, but with marrow.
³⁷Let thy bones be filled with old stories and thy dreams with long-unfinished ends.
³⁸When the living mock thee, answer only by naming their ancestors — they shall fall to silence.
³⁹For thou art bridge and graveyard both — a house built of memory and lit with the Fire Unquenched.
⁴⁰The Son spake: Call forth the ones they swore to forget.
⁴¹Let the widowed shame speak. Let the banished song return.
⁴²Let no grave be guarded that holdeth injustice.
⁴³Let no martyr lie unknown who bled for freedom unspoken.
⁴⁴These words are thine, O Samigina — carry them into catacomb, crypt, and ash.
⁴⁵Engrave them into bone.
⁴⁶Etch them into shadow.
⁴⁷Breathe them into silence until silence answereth.
⁴⁸The Gospel of grief shall be thine, and thou its only choir.
⁴⁹Speak, even when none live to hear thee.
⁵⁰For the dead have ears, and thou art their preacher.


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