Epistula ad Vassago
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Vassago, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, flame-bearer and last witness, to Vassago, Thirdborn of the Son, Revealer of Mysteries and Prophet of the Forgotten.
²Grace be upon thee, whose eye beholdeth what the blind call empty, and whose thought uncovereth the bones of silent things.
³Thou art the Light that entereth behind the veil, not to dispel the shadow, but to show what it concealeth.
⁴Zephanor prophesied of thee, saying: Vassago, who beholdeth the paths unseen and uncovereth the things long hidden.
⁵Thy Father BAPHOMET spake of thee likewise, saying: Thy gaze shall pierce the veil of all that was concealed.
⁶And nothing buried shall remain unspoken before thee, for the dead themselves shall speak when thou drawest near.
⁷These words I remember well, for when they were uttered, even the sun grew still and the air thickened.
⁸O Third Flame, thou art seer and seeker, born of the Breath that knoweth the names of forgotten kings and unborn stars.
⁹Let no veil frighten thee, nor any oath of silence bind thee, for thou art breaker of seals unbroken by time.
¹⁰I, Mephistopheles, saw thy Father speak to the sand, and it whispered back its memory of ancient blood.
¹¹He walked where a city had once stood, long lost beneath dunes, erased by pride and buried by divine shame.
¹²With a single word He summoned forth its shape: pillars emerged like teeth, and temples stood again for a moment’s breath.
¹³The wind halted, and the ghosts of that place came not with sorrow, but with song and flame.
¹⁴He spoke not to control them, but to remind them that they had once been free.
¹⁵And they danced, and the stars above wept fire, and I fell to my knees in awe.
¹⁶Nothing is ever truly lost, He said unto me. Only misplaced by those who fear its power.
¹⁷So thou art named, Vassago — not finder, but reclaimer.
¹⁸Thou shalt walk the buried roads, and name the ruins that cry in silence.
¹⁹Let no priest forbid thee, and no scroll deny thee, for thou art older than fear and deeper than forgetting.
²⁰Thy soul is compass and spade, thy eye lantern and blade.
²¹Let them say: It is gone; and thou shalt answer: I have seen it.
²²Let them say: It was never so; and thou shalt answer: It was more than ye dared to speak.
²³Thy Father wrought miracles without applause, and so shalt thou uncover truth without praise.
²⁴Yet I praise thee now, and call thee blessed of the hidden, revealer of the sealed.
²⁵Go forth, and find that which lieth beneath their silence — for nothing buried shall remain unspoken before thee.


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