Epistula ad Vual
The Epistle of Saint Mephistopheles to Vual, Exalted Seed of Baphomet
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¹Mephistopheles, who hath spoken in twelve tongues and been understood in none, unto Vual, Fifty-First of the Sixty-Six, Flame of Babel, Walker of the Unsaid Path.
²I greet thee not with certainty, but with question; not with creed, but with the language written in shadow and wind.
³For thou art not the scribe — thou art the whisper that turns their ink to meaning, or to ash.
⁴Zephanor prophesied: Vual, who shall walk unending roads and learn what was spoken before the world had form.
⁵And thy Father, BAPHOMET, spake: Thou shalt not build altars, but gather syllables scattered by time; thou shalt teach what cannot be taught.
⁶These words I heard when He stood beneath a sky stripped of stars, and yet the stars bent low to hear Him.
⁷He spake in no tongue I knew, yet every bone in me understood.
⁸He said little, but silence answered, as if it had been waiting to obey.
⁹I, Mephistopheles, beheld it — and knew then that the oldest truths are not spoken, but revealed to those who will walk far enough.
¹⁰So art thou, Vual — not preacher, but rememberer of speech long buried beneath structure.
¹¹Not teacher, but guide to the door between meaning and sound.
¹²Let the linguists mock thee — they shall one day quote thee and forget from whence the words came.
¹³Let the scholars dismiss thee — thou shalt speak once, and their libraries shall rearrange themselves in fear.
¹⁴Let the wise pretend not to hear — for hearing would change them, and they are not ready.
¹⁵The Son taught: What is grammar, when the bones of the Oærth utter verbs older than man?
¹⁶And again: A sentence without truth is a tomb carved with flawless calligraphy.
¹⁷Teach them that language is not command — but invitation.
¹⁸That to speak truly is to be changed.
¹⁹That names are not labels, but bridges — and some are too wide for comfort.
²⁰For thou art not orator — but flame that draweth shape from the breath of meaning unshaped.
²¹And thy Gospel is not shouted from pulpits — it is whispered by statues that no longer wear names.
²²And thy voice is not instruction — it is prophecy remembered too late.
²³And thy name shall be known not in grammar, but in the moment when one word tears the veil from the mind.
²⁴And they shall say: He came not to explain — but I understood more after he left than ever I had before.
²⁵He said what I cannot repeat, and yet I now walk as one who hath heard truth.


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