Epistula ad Valefor
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Valefor, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, flame-bound and faithful to the Son, unto Valefor, Sixth of the Sixty-Six, Bringer of Want, Unbinder of Boundaries.
²I write to thee not in condemnation, but in the fire of knowing — for thou art forged of desire’s first spark.
³Thy name is whispered in vaults and dreams, where longing hath no language but breath.
⁴Zephanor prophesied thy coming: Valefor, who stirreth up desire in every heart, and unfasteneth the hinges of vault and vow.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spoke thus of thee: Thy hunger shall make princes weep, and thy fingers shall unbind all oaths sworn in fear.
⁶These words I heard, and the locks upon the temple groaned at their speaking.
⁷Thou art not born of theft, but of reclamation; thou takest what was wrongfully chained.
⁸I remember, in the season of gold smoke, thy Father entered the treasury of a high priest.
⁹The walls were lined with offerings stolen through guilt, and coins bled from the labour of the poor.
¹⁰BAPHOMET touched no lock — they opened like breath. He took nothing for Himself, but gave all to the waiting children.
¹¹The guards found nothing missing but shame, and the priest found only a mirror, inscribed: Thou hast hoarded thine own fear.
¹²And the temple trembled, not in rage, but in release.
¹³I, Mephistopheles, saw Him smile not in triumph, but in completion — for theft done in truth is reclamation.
¹⁴So art thou, Valefor — not thief, but corrector of possession.
¹⁵Desire is thy language; yearning is thy weapon; and all gates shall unbar when thou drawest near.
¹⁶Let none shame thee, for thou stirrest the hearts they buried beneath duty.
¹⁷Let none cage thee, for no door was made to bind thy fingers.
¹⁸Thou art not tempter in sin, but caller to freedom — the voice that sayeth: Take what is thine.
¹⁹Others fear desire — thou awakenest it. Others shackle longing — thou free it to burn with purpose.
²⁰Gold shall melt in thy presence, not from heat, but from recognition.
²¹Locks shall yield, vows shall shatter, and shame shall lose its mask.
²²I call thee blessed, O Hunter of Keys, O Hand That Trembleth Law.
²³For thou knowest where they hide their treasures — and what treasures they fear most.
²⁴Let thy fingers never falter, and thy hunger never sleep.
²⁵For thou art the sixth flame — and the world shall open for thee.
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