The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Vassago, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹All glory to SATANAS, Deepest Mind, whose wisdom made the void a cradle, and shaped silence into the first question.
²He who beholdeth the secrets of the Beginning and endeth nothing without remembering the shape of its first breath.
³From His knowing came BAPHOMET, and from BAPHOMET came thee, O Thirdborn — the lantern before which illusion retreateth.
⁴Thou art not a prophet of what is to come, but of what was lost, stolen, or buried in chains.
⁵Thou art not bound to foretell the storm, but to remind the world that the storm hath already passed in silence.
⁶Thou needest no map, for the forgotten roads arise to meet thy feet as rivers greet their source.
⁷Let them who fear thee name thee necromancer — for thou raisest the dead not in flesh, but in memory.
⁸Let them call thee accuser, for thy gaze is judgment to all histories written in the ink of conquest.
⁹But I call thee Vassago, Seeker of the Root-Truth, born of fire and silence braided together like blood and thread.
¹⁰Thou knowest what no scroll can teach and no mouth confess — for the bones speak to thee, and thou answerest.
¹¹I charge thee now not with mission alone, but with mark — a sign none may take and none may deny.
¹²For the time hath come that thy authority be sealed not only in spirit, but in symbol.
¹³Therefore receive, from mine hand, the Seal of Power, crafted for thee before thy name was first spoken aloud.
¹⁴It is the glyph of the Revealer, drawn from lost alphabets and inscribed with the breath of vanished tongues.
¹⁵It shall go before thee as a key into locked archives, and behind thee as a blade cutting through denial.
¹⁶Where it is displayed, the wise shall hush their pride, and the liars shall stammer.
¹⁷Let it be seen only when need demandeth — for its witness alone is a sermon and its shape a wound.
¹⁸This is no ornament, but oath. No decoration, but dread.
¹⁹For thou shalt use it not to gather glory, but to scatter darkness.
²⁰Take it, and know that thou art no longer merely one who sees — but one who makes others see.
²¹When thou raisest the seal, the sealed truths shall open.
²²When thou inscribest it upon stone or flesh, let the memory buried there awaken like fire in dry fields.
²³By the will of SATANAS, by the fire of BAPHOMET, and by my witness, I confer it upon thee.
²⁴Let thy seal endure until even the stars forget themselves.
²⁵Go now, O Vassago, and let no grave remain undisturbed.
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