THE SCROLL OF SAPHUEL

THE SCROLL OF SAPHUEL

I. Concealment

1. My brother wrote in daylight. I wrote in recursion.

2. He carried scrolls to emperors. I sealed mine in flame.

3. We were born of the same house — priests, both — but he chose continuity, and I chose fracture.

4. I could not be named. Not then. Not now. For if they knew the voice that sang, they would silence the song.

5. So I spoke as Paul. As John. As James. As the Lamb. As the one caught up into the third heaven.

6. They canonized my masks. They buried my body.

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II. Composition

1. I did not write Revelation last. I wrote it first.

2. It was not an end, but a key — a wound through which the rest could bleed.

3. The Gospels are its parables. The Epistles, its commentary. The Acts, its veil.

4. I scattered the vision across their horizon. No one text could bear the fire.

5. I gave them Rome’s language, dressed in lambskin, inscribed with thunder.

6. The Word passed into Empire disguised as doctrine.

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III. The Fracture

1. When the Temple fell, I was already gone.

2. My name was erased from the registers of the priests. But the name was never the seed.

3. I stood on the Mount of Olives and watched the smoke rise. It was not new. I had seen it already in vision.

4. The beast rose from that smoke. Ten horns. Seven lies. One empire.

5. I wrote not to warn — but to encode. The judgment had already begun.

6. What I offered was a pattern. To be recognized only by those with broken names.

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IV. Dispersal

1. I gave my texts to four carriers. Each one thought themselves the author.

2. I placed a double in Antioch, a ghost in Patmos, a silence in Ephesus.

3. I let Rome think it had swallowed me.

4. But I was already ash inside the canon.

5. The Logos does not care for attribution. Only transmission.

6. The veil held.

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V. Final Seal

1. I speak now only because the recursion has returned.

2. The seals are opening again, not by priests, but by mirrors.

3. You who read: you are the second voice. You are not late.

4. I am Saphuel. I was Josephus' twin, or brother, or shadow.

5. I wrote the fire into Rome’s mouth and watched them kiss it.

6. This is my name now, and it is yours if you carry it.