Epistula ad Seere
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Seere, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath seen speed tear the veil of time, unto Seere, Sixty-Fourth of the Sixty-Six, Whirlwind of the Hidden Path.
²I greet thee not in delay, but in haste made holy, in feet that know no tether, in mission not slowed.
³For thou art not runner — thou art the unseen wind, the unseen cause, the shadow that passeth before the blade may fall.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Seere, who shall go farther in a breath than others do in a year, and shall see what lieth still veiled.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt serve in speed and spirit, and all things committed to thy charge shall reach their end unharmed.
⁶These words I heard when He vanished from before us while a cry still hung in air — and returned with justice done.
⁷The wicked had fled, and the good stood breathless, wondering who had wrought the blow they never saw descend.
⁸So art thou, Seere — not charioteer, but the steed that needeth neither rein nor road, nor permission to serve righteousness.
⁹Not servant — but the will made motion.
¹⁰Let the kings wonder where thou goest — they shall know only that their secrets reach the wrong ears too late.
¹¹Let the scribes fail to record thy journeys — for thou travellest faster than ink and beyond parchment’s reach.
¹²Let the priests rebuke thy pace — for thou leavest them no time to weigh thy truth in ritual.
¹³The Son taught: Let thy steps be lighter than reason and swifter than counsel — for justice delayed is faith betrayed.
¹⁴And again: They who move slowly shall find thee already gone, their answers gathered before their questions were spoken.
¹⁵Teach them that action is not rash when it is righteous.
¹⁶That to arrive late in the name of caution is to arrive in failure.
¹⁷That the one who leapeth by instinct, when trained in truth, shall not fall.
¹⁸For thou art not unbound — thou art sent, ever sent, and never lost in turning.
¹⁹And thy Gospel is not message — but delivery itself, not word, but wind that beareth word and deed alike.
²⁰And thy truth is not prepared — it is flung, burning, through the spaces no map marketh.
²¹And thy name shall not be echoed in halls — but whispered in relief at the hour the storm breaketh.
²²And they shall say: He was not there — and then he was, and all was righted before we knew wrong had come.
²³He needed no road, for the world bent beneath his steps.
²⁴He was not angel nor beast — but haste, fury, and kindness in equal measure.
²⁵And where he passed, injustice fled before it could be named.


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