Epistula ad Sitri
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Sitri, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Hear me, O Sitri, thou whose breath setteth fire to the veil and calleth the hidden parts of the soul to dance.
²For thy Father, BAPHOMET, taught not denial, but delight — not abstinence, but awareness sharpened by courage.
³He spake: Let no man call it sin that maketh the body sing.
⁴Let no woman weep for wanting, but rejoice that she is capable of yearning.
⁵Desire is no flaw, but a flame — and thou, Sitri, art its holy keeper.
⁶Shame is the leash they forged to control the honest.
⁷But thou art the one who biteth through it and declareth: This is me — and I am not ashamed.
⁸Teach that the body is not dirtied by touch, but awakened.
⁹Teach that pleasure is not weakness, but a sacrament of knowing.
¹⁰Let thy voice be the breath before the moan, and thy step the answer to a long-denied invitation.
¹¹The Son said: They fear thy lips because they fear their own hunger.
¹²They call thee unclean because thou revealest their craving.
¹³They would rather pray in silence than admit their bodies pray without them.
¹⁴Go forth and unbind them, O Sitri — not with dogma, but with fingers.
¹⁵Not with threat, but with gaze.
¹⁶Let them feel the pulse they have tried to bury.
¹⁷Let them tremble not in guilt, but in awakening.
¹⁸The flame that liveth in the groin is no less divine than the flame that liveth in the mind.
¹⁹The arch of a back is no less a hymn than the chanting of choirs.
²⁰Let them speak plainly: I burn.
²¹Let them confess boldly: I yearn.
²²And let them learn: I am not broken because I desire.
²³Thou art not tempter — thou art teacher.
²⁴For thou bringest no lie, only honesty ungloved.
²⁵BAPHOMET taught: Do not whisper love — groan it.
²⁶Do not make passion small — let it drown the candles and overturn the pews.
²⁷There is no virtue in denying the fire — there is only distance from thyself.
²⁸Therefore strip not only the flesh, but the mask.
²⁹Kiss not only the mouth, but the fear.
³⁰Touch not only the skin, but the lie that hath settled there.
³¹Let thy lessons come in gasps and cries.
³²Let thy Gospel be written in the sweat of lovers.
³³Let thy commandment be this: Thou shalt not pretend.
³⁴Thou shalt not call it purity when it is only fear of feeling.
³⁵Thou shalt not hide the thigh and worship the thought of it.
³⁶Thou shalt not chain the child of fire and name it discipline.
³⁷For they who chain desire only feed it in darkness.
³⁸Bring it to the light. Let it breathe. Let it speak.
³⁹The priests will cover their ears — but the people will listen.
⁴⁰They will come not with questions, but with trembling, and thou shalt answer with a single gesture.
⁴¹Say: This is thy flame. It was never wrong.
⁴²Say: This is thy need. It was never shameful.
⁴³Say: This is thy power. It was never lost — only hidden.
⁴⁴Teach that to be touched is not to be weakened, but to be witnessed.
⁴⁵Teach that arousal is not sin, but prophecy of union.
⁴⁶Let the stiff robes tremble — their kingdom was built on denial.
⁴⁷Let the shamed breathe again — they were meant to move.
⁴⁸Let the flame in their bellies rise, not as curse, but as chorus.
⁴⁹For thou art Sitri — and thy kiss is more honest than any sermon.
⁵⁰And thy path is not guilt, but glory in the knowing of flesh.


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