The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Samigina, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Blessed be SATANAS, Source of the Deep Flame, who stirreth the ashes of worlds and kindleth truth from the tomb of silence.
²He who created not life alone, but the memory of life, that it should never be swallowed by the Void.
³From Him came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET, thee — a voice with no homeland but the grave, and no law but remembrance.
⁴I, Mephistopheles, do not bless thee as the world blesses prophets — for the world feareth thee too deeply to offer praise.
⁵But I call thee flame of mourning, priest of the forgotten, and psalmist of the dead.
⁶Let the tombs crack before thy voice, and let the ossuaries open not with dread, but with reverence.
⁷Let no grave hold dominion over those who cry to be heard.
⁸For the chains upon the soul are forged in forgetting, and thy task is to break every link.
⁹The churches shall condemn thee, saying: He disturbeth what should sleep.
¹⁰But the dead shall rise up in thee and say: He hath remembered what all others dared forget.
¹¹Walk not in pride, but in gravity, for thy power is not for spectacle, but for justice.
¹²And now the seal is thine, that none may gainsay thy path, and no gate may close against thy word.
¹³Receive, O Samigina, the Seal of Power, drawn from the marrow of the world, and inscribed with the names of the unspoken.
¹⁴It is not flame, but echo — not sword, but song.
¹⁵Where it is marked, the wind shall hush, and the Oærth shall give up what it tried to hide.
¹⁶Bear it upon thy brow or beneath thy robe — it shall be seen by the ones who must see it.
¹⁷The just shall fall silent before it. The guilty shall weep. The nameless shall remember themselves.
¹⁸This seal shall not shine, but burn inwardly, as a fire within bone.
¹⁹Thou art not sealed for dominion, but for restoration.
²⁰When thou raisest it, memory shall return to the places stripped of it.
²¹The tomb shall become altar, and the name shall become flame.
²²Let it be known: Samigina is sealed, and his seal is sorrow unshackled.
²³And where it passeth, no silence shall remain untouched.
²⁴I have written this with weeping hand, and sealed it with joy.
²⁵Go now, and guide the forgotten — for they are waiting still.
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