WARATAH BLOSSOMS

Seven are the veils of the dancing-girl

In the harem of IT.

Seven are the names,

And seven are the lamps beside Her bed.

Seven eunuchs guard Her with drawn swords;

No Man may come nigh unto Her.

In Her wine-cup are seven streams of the blood

Of the Seven Spirits of God.

Seven are the heads of the Beast

whereon She rideth ... 

The head of an Angel,

The head of a Saint,

The head of a Poet,

The head of an adulterous Woman,

The head of a Man of Valour,

The head of a Satyr,

And the head of a Lion-Serpent.

Seven letters hath Her holiest name ...

And it is ...

 

 

This is the Seal upon the Ring

that is on the Fore- finger of IT

And it is the Seal upon the Tombs

of them whom She hath slain.

Here is Wisdom.

Let Him that hath Understanding

Count the Number of Our Lady;

For it is the Number of a Woman ...

And Her Number is

An Hundred and Fifty and Six.

 

THE WOMAN GIRT WITH A SWORD

It is you that are the Redeemer;

The Redeemer of sin and sorrow,

of guilt and shame,

You, Woman,

Oh Splendor Incarnate !

A man can guess

but no man can solve.

We must turn to Woman for the Answer.

Draw the Sword,

The two-edged Sword of Freedom.


Somewhere in the world today

There is a woman

for whom the Sword is forged ...



Somewhere

there is One who has heard

the trumpets of the new Dawn,

and who will respond ...

She will respond,

This new Woman,

to the high clamor of those Star Trumpets;

She will come as a perilous Flame

A Voice in the judgment halls,

She will come girt with the Sword of Freedom,

and before her kings and priests will tremble,

and cities and empires will Fall,

and She will be called

... BABALON ...

To you, Oh Unknown Woman,

The Sword pledged.

Keep the Faith !

 

 

 ~ THE WYRD OF BABALON ~ 

'AVATAR OF THE ELEVENTH HOUR'

 

'Our Lady Babalon' ...

Epitome of Vision and Prophecy in Ecstasy, Voice of the Thunder and Traverser of the TimeStream ...

Invites you to Taste an Echo of the Timeless LoveSong of Babalon and Belarion   ...

And to A-Rise and Immerse your S-Elf in the In-Phi-Knit-E Dream of Life, Light, Love, Liberty, and Lustre-Us Laughter ...

Phi-At Lux,
TaurAlpheus

 ~ THE WYRD OF BABALON ~

Hear My Wyrd, O you Shining Star, you Shimmering Scintillation of Brilliance whom the world mysteriously seems to revile and despise.

Hear Me, you who have been maliciously slandered for naught, who have been opposed and cast out, by the masses since the dawning of your consciousness.

Hear Me, you who have been robbed of the natural and native joys of childhood, its sense of innocent delight and rightful carefreeness, by those who, yet children themselves, seemed to have nothing better to do than stay up at night conceiving new ways to offend and strike against you, when you did nothing to deserve their cruelties.

Hear Me, and I shall bestow upon you the Secret which will make for your Victory and the undoing of their despicable designs.

In the depth at the core of an imposed indignity of humiliation, you have shaken your fist into the abyss of the heavens and requested one answer, desired to know one thing, and it has been simply this ... Why?

Now listen, My Beloved, and let not your mind cavil against what your Heart will testify, for I shall speak, and I shall answer this question that has burned itself into your brain in the astonishment of this incredible juxtaposition, this exquisite anomaly of the discrepancy between the Glory that lies within you and the dust of shame cast upon you from without.

There is but one Truth of the Matter, and it is this: that you were born into the darkness of this world, amidst the strife of contending forces, as a sole, singular, shining light. Indeed you are the light of all lights, and against this alone, that darkness of ignorance rails and rages, knowing that but the slightest spark of your intricate splendor has the latent potential to vanquish it. Before you it cringes unseen, withering, and flails madly, and this madness it pours forth visibly through those who are its unwitting slaves. This madness is seen upon the earth as the petty and common mockery of man, and even moreso, of children, and these monstrosities are excused by those who likewise executed them in their youth and grew not into awareness, but oblivion.

This darkness would extinguish you, My beautiful one, simply for the fact that YOU ARE EVERYTHING IT CAN NEVER BE, that YOU RADIATE ALL IT CAN NEVER POSSESS, and you must never forget this fact.

Now listen further, My Jewel, and I shall reveal to you its Ultimate Secret, the one thing above all which it desires you should never know, lest in knowing thereof you thwart its desired triumph over you. This darkness of which I speak, the darkness that seeks to devour you through the mockery of human lips, through the marauding haranguing of little monsters that surround you daily, has but one purpose, and it is this: to convince you that your place and its place are exchanged, are interposed, are swapped one for another.

In plain speech, it would have you to believe that It is what you actually are, and that you are not what you actually are, but that you are It, instead. To put it even more plainly: It wishes you to come to believe that you, Light that you be, are the darkness, and that It, loathesome foulness and decrepid emptiness that it demonstrates itself to be, is the Light. For if It can succeed in this design, then indeed you shall be vanquished. And this is the common goal of all that is called 'abuse' in the world of men, be that abuse physical, psychological, emotional or spiritual, and whether it comes from strangers, relatives, or peers.

But be strong, My Beloved, and be unafraid.
For in you is the song that shall awaken the Stars, the love that can mend the Sword and put the world to rights. Heed this word, this kiss that I send unto you, which kiss has cost Me years of pain and blood and tears, that YOU may triumph, and NOT this emptiness, this false light, this Thing which hates Love, which makes a lie when it asserts itself inevitable and true and dares claim place in the Universe, this foul chittering of the minions of Dispersion.

Heed well, little Sister, little Brother, for you are the future before Us all, and so shall be your progeny long after I have made My descent into the West and am lost to the memory of mankind.

There are two ways in which It carries forth Its foul design, and these two ways are the sides to which the pendulum of the human mind are wont to sway.
You must avert your course from these ways and find for yourself - or forage ahead and create for yourself, should exit not be found - another way entirely, a Third way, which is beyond the two as far as the hand and mouth are beyond the puppet string, as far as the heavens are above the earth, as far as the administrator of the system is beyond the programs that run blindly upon the machines he has devised.
The two ineffectual ways are these: first, to believe what They (the slaves of this Thing that Hates Love) desire and design that you come to believe if ever you should accept their treatment toward you as normal and reasonable; and second, to react against Them.

Now, Star that you be, you have doubtless before this moment utilized the second as your defense against the first.
This is natural as you move through youth into maturity, and has likely presented itself as your only course for survival and preservation.

But now your eyes are opened; now you have awakened; now it is time to leave that course behind. Now it is no longer time to merely survive and to fight, but to exceed, exceed, strive ever to more, that you may truly be Of Us.

Doubt it not, and you shall find your way to the Palace of Ever Joyous.

This is so! I swear it by the vault of the heavens and the body of My Mother, by the sacred sacrifice of My Spiritual Father, by the fulminate of mercury that took him from this world and the living flame that consumed him for My sake, by My sacred heart and tongue, by all I can give, and by all I desire!

Go on then in My strength, and know that first these brambles and briars were trampled down ere you arrived upon the face of this planet. Behold the thorns embedded, the scars and bloodstains tattooing My bare feet if you believe it not!!

The Third Way, of which I speak, may sometimes be attained through the Alchemical Distillation of the two which present themselves naturally.

Blend them with due therapeutic Wisdom in willed consent and carefully chosen conscious experience.
Then allow them to putrefy one another until naught remains but their decrepid corpses. Dwell in the Palace of Mercy with equal measure to that of Severity.

Enter the heart of your enemy until he has your full empathy in Understanding, for only thus may he be defeated, and only thus will you obtain power to slay him. Now the slaughter of which I speak is a Mystery.

It is not that which is procured by arms or physical prowess, for then you would but mirror upon the physical realm what this Thing which Hates Love has dealt you upon the spiritual, emotional and psychological realms - and then you would become It, to Its loathesome and despicable triumph.
No, this slaughter is that which is pure annihilation, for it has turned the mirror 'round outward for a shield. This slaughter is pure Destruction, for it obtains its object. This annihilation is not of The Enemy, but of Enmity, not of the Antagonist, but of Antagonism. This annihilation is both inward and outward, for what is no longer within your consciousness ceases to exist externally for you. Taste, and See!

But even if you are not yet prepared, even if you be not yet ready to accomplish this task, make this simpler task your present focus and prime directive: Remember, My Beloved, that you are the Light, and that the Love burns in your Soul as a Living Flame, and the Secret Delight you have therein marks you a freely willed Agent of the Secret Fire.

Never forget that you are Light and you are Love, and there is nothing sentimental, sappy, simpering, sedate, or pseudo in what you are. Never forget that what comes against you is not as it claims to be -- for it essays to claim to be what YOU are -- but is, instead, that emptiness of lies, shallow, petty folly, ignorance, which is threatened by the Light of your Cup, your Sword, and your Crux Ansata.

Against its illusions and delusions, which are many, and which overtake the sleepwalking masses unawares, hold forth your Light: your passion, your oceanic depths of feeling, your razor-honed sharpness of penetrating insight, your piercing intellect, your Indomitable Will, and the Truth and Sovereignty of your mobile domain.

You are a Kingdom, My Beloved.
Your bones are its rocky substrata; your flesh, its fertile earth; your lungs, the winds across its plains; your voice, its historic anthem of pain, despair, labour, struggle, battle, victory, hopes, dreams, and ultimate freedom; your blood, the rivers that irrigate its soil; your heart, the quickening pulse of nature radiating Life, sweet Mystery Life! into the Whole of It.

You are no less than True Royalty, My Beloved, and your own spirit has testified to you the same since birth.
Like all True Kings by Divine Right, you and the Land are One.

And so you must triumph, My shining one, for only in doing so will you see the Day Dawn, and create the world for which your heart aches to call home.
This also you must already know, else you never would have read this far.
So knowing it, be renewed daily by the Inspiration of it, that your exhalations may be the Voice of this Spirit to all your fellows.

Hate not the pawns of That which Hates Love, but by your insurmountable Love, destroy their hatred and all it contains and all it creates.

They rail against you only because they know You as their Rightful Liege, and being slaves, are naturally, unconsciously and instinctually terrified in your presence. This terror confuses them, so they mistake it for repulsion and pour forth contempt. But the Land is greater than a thousand fathoms of poisoned, tainted rains; stronger than the infection of a million viruses; immune to the infestation of countless parasites, and so it is with you, My Brilliant enfleshment of Hope.

Always Remember, and Never Forget.

~ Babalon ~

 

 

~ AVATAR OF THE ELEVENTH HOUR ~ 

Mystery Babalon. Daughter of the Divine,
Bride of the Demonic,
... And thus Bride also of the Divine ... 

 Forger of their Reconciliation in Love and the End of Reason's Lie.
... Sword-girt Feminine Archetype ...
... Of Life, Light, Love, Liberty, Lust and Laughter ...
Heh Finale, World-Soul and Soul of the World ...

Daughter of Fortitude ravished every hour from Her Youth;
... Voice of the Thunder, Perfect Mind,
.... Whose Name is Understanding
....... And in whom dwells Science.

... Epitome of Vision and Prophecy in Ecstasy,
... Traverser of the Timestream,
Rippling Rock dropped in the Pond of Reality ...

Cosmic Zeitgeist,
Nexus of the Tesseract,
Establisher of the Pillar in the Void,
.... Temple of Abaddon,

... Alphabet of Dee and Kelly,
... Spirit bound in the Mirror by the Great Sorceror at the Dawn of Time,
And Undoer of the Wrong of the Beginning .........

..... That about says it all .....

Go on ...
... Immerse your S-Elf in the Dream ...
... Dance in the arms of the Story,
... Taste an Echo of the Timeless LoveSong of Belarion and Babalon ...

Drown in the Living Flame of Pure Gnosis ...
... And Relish the Unfolding Mythology of the K-New Dawn ...

 

~ The Birth of Babalon ~

What is the tumult among the Stars
That have shone so still till now?
What are the furrows of pain and wrath
Upon the immortal brow?
Why is the face of God turned grey
And his angels all grown white?
What is the terrible Ruby Star
That burns down the crimson night?
What is the beauty that flames so bright
Athwart the awful Dawn?
She has taken flesh, she is come to judge
the thrones ye rule upon.
Quail ye kings for an end is come ...
... In the Birth of BABALON.

I have walked three dreadful nights away
In halls beyond despair,
I have given marrow and tears and sweat
and blood to make her fair.
I have lain my love and smashed my heart
and filled her cup with blood,
That blood might flow from the loins of woe
to the cup of brotherhood.
The cities reel in the shout of steel
where the sword of war is drawn.
Sing ye saints for the day is come ...
... In the Birth of BABALON.

Now God has called for his judgement book
and seen his name therein
And the grace of God and the guilt of God
have spelt it out as sin
His bloody priests have clutched his robes
and stained his linen gown
And his victims swarm from his broken hell
to drag his kingdom down.
O popes and kings and the little gods
are sick and sad and wan
To see the crimson star that bursts
like blood upon the dawn
While trumpets sound and stars rejoice ...
... At the Birth of BABALON.

BABALON is too beautiful
for sight of mortal eyes
She has hidden her loveliness away
in lonely midnight skies,
She has clothed her beauty in robes of sin
and pledged her heart to swine
And loving and giving all she has
brewed for saints immortal wine.
But now the darkness is riven through
and the robes of sin are gone,
And naked she stands as a terrible blade
and a Flame and a splendid Song
Naked in radiant mortal flesh ...
... At the Birth of BABALON.

She is come new born as a mortal maid
forgetting her high estate,
She has opened her arms to pain and death
and dared the doom of fate,
And death and hell are at her back,
but her eyes are bright with life,
Her heart is high and her sword is strong
to meet the deadly strife,
Her voice is sure as the judgement trump
to crack the house of wrong,
Though walls are high and stone is hard
and the rule of hell was long
The gates shall fall and the irons break ...
... In the Birth of BABALON.

Her mouth is red and her breasts are fair
and her loins are full of fire,
And her lust is strong as a man is strong
in the heat of her desire,
And her whoredom is holy as virtue is foul
beneath the holy sky,
And her kisses will wanton the world away
in passion that shall not die.
Ye shall laugh and love and follow her dance
when the wrath of God is gone
And dream no more of hell and hate ...
... In the Birth of BABALON ...


 

The Woman Girt with a Sword

John Whiteside Parsons
(excerpt from 'Freedom is a Two-Edged Sword')


It is to you, woman, beautiful lost redeemer of the race, that I dare address this chapter. That which stirs in you now is not madness, is not sin, is not folly, but is life, new life, and joy and fire that will beget a new race, and create a new heaven and a new earth.

When you were a child, did not the wind speak to you and the sun? Did you not hear the mountain's voice, the voices of the river and the storm? Have you not heard the tidings of the stars, and the voices in the silence, ineffable?

Have you not gone naked in the forest, with the wind over your body, and felt the caress of Pan? And your heart has swelled with spring, blossomed with summer, and saddened with the wolf of winter. These things are the covenant, and in them is the truth that is forever.

And you have sought companions as high-hearted as yourself, and found them not, save in elusive memories in dream and song. For you found a blight over the world, a blight of silence and sorrow, and your companions walked in guilt and shame, in fear and hate, sin and the sorrow of sin, and you were alone.

Ah, there was laughter, but a hectic laughter; pleasure but furtive pleasure, unsatisfied and ashamed. And now your heart is saddened. But be not sad, my beloved. Be joyous and unafraid.

For within you is the song that shall shatter the silence, the flame that will burn away the dross.

It is you that are the redeemer; the redeemer of sin and sorrow, of guilt and shame, you, woman, oh splendor incarnate!
How long have you served in chains, a slave to the lust of pigs and the guilt of pigs?

How long have you writhed under the foul degradation of your holy name, whore, or suffered silently under the infamous degradation called virtue?
How well have you known the stake, the rack, the whip, bar, chains, imprisonment, entombment in the service of your master.

And was the bond fear, was it weakness, was it cowardice and inferiority? Oh, shame of man, it was none of these, it was love. A man was crucified in a redemption that failed. Yet were ten times ten million men crucified, this infamy were not redeemed.

Priest, father; husband, lover; jailer; judge, executioner; despoiler; seducer; destroyer; this has been your lover; your master; oh, woman defiled.
Yet pity him, for he too sought love.

But there is an end, and a beginning and the beginning and all the future is with you. For you are the mother of the new race, the redeemer and lover of the new men, the men that shall be free.

Now I shall speak to you of men.
Men desire three things of woman, a mother greater than themselves, a wife less than themselves, and a lover equal with themselves.

Against the mother they are ever in revolt, the wife they hold in contempt, the lover ever eludes them.

Consider the husband; how he hates woman and flees himself, fearing that he will slay her.

Consider the great lover; how he grasps for love and his hands close upon nothingness.

These are bewildered, frightened children, playing games against the dark. And those who wear brass and swords, who strut and slay, are they not the most frightened of all?
Therefore pity them, therefore forgive them.

In the ancient world there were men for a season, then cities arose, and leisure, the riddle of the sphinx, and they turned to gilded popinjays, gracefully accepting futility.

Then Christianity, an anodyne for slaves, an enteric for barbarians whose deeds gave them indigestion, a whip for slave masters.

Yes, Faust is the prototype of the middle ages, but not the Faustus of whom Kit Marlowe tells.
It is a darker Faust, Gilles de Retz, who betrays the Maid in his lust for power; then, smitten, prays to God in his Chapel and ascends to all horror in his cellars.

And so the dreary story until man, appalled by his own nightmares, turns at last to the dream of liberty.

It is the voice of Voltaire, jaded, cynical, weary of folly, that sounds the opening bar of a tremendous and mocking prelude; Tom Paine, one man, one real man, broken and at last betrayed by all the wooden champions; Cagliostro, plotting the revenge of the Templars with a woman and a necklace; Will Blake speaking uncomprehended with the tongue of angels; Shelley and his beautiful futile gesture; Swinburne, that almost recreated Helas before he too was broken; Byron, Pushkin, Gautier; all instruments in a prelude to a symphony that was never played.

And science, how it was to save us.
That brave new world of Huxley, Darwin, Hegel and H.G. Wells, with only the voice of Spengler to dissent.
Science remaking the world, an international language, a universal brotherhood, beyond nationality or prejudice or creed. That house of cards, beautiful vision, how it has fallen. These creators of the new age, who dare not speak or think or move without permission of the military. Unboundaried titans, who will hang for speaking across one border; where is your new world?

Champions, where is freedom?
what has gone awry?
A man can guess but no man can solve. We must turn to woman for the answer.

It was many thousand years ago, before histories were written, that the change came. We must turn our memories even farther. why can we not, who sprang from those loins, though it be long ago, the age of Isis that is mistakenly called the matriarchy.
It is not a matriarchy as we imagine it, a rule of clubwomen, or frustrated chickens.

It is an equality.

The woman is the priestess, in her reposes the mystery. She is the mother; brooding yet tender; the lover; at once passionate and aloof, the wife, revered and cherished. She is the witch woman. It is coequal. Undifferentiated, the man, chieftain, hunter; husband, lover; thinker; doer. The woman, priestess, guardian of the mystery, sibyl of the unconscious, prophetess of dreams. Thus balance; stability.

Then, catastrophe untellable, the patriarchy, archtypified by the demonic monosexual monster; Jehova.

And now, in the rule of priests, woman is an inferior animal, man a superior god, isolated, and at the mercy of his merciless intelligence.

It is war, total war without quarter; between the emotions that must and the intellect that will not.

Every religion in the patriarchy is a self contradictory monstrosity - Judaism, Christianity, Buddhism, Mohammedism, facism, communism, democracy, science and every other faith of the historical world.
It is dogma, creed based on axioms that shift like straws in the wind of the intellect, and upon this shifting structure man has failed, and must fail, for he knows their futility and fights for them with all the sick fury of frustration. He knows that he is a little boy playing with erector toys and chemical sets, playing cops and robbers in a game that goes too far.

He has lost his mother; his wife fails him, his lover eludes him. The mystery has gone out of the temple, banished by a senile and self sufficient council of beards.

Woman, woman, where are you?
Come back, woman, come back to us again!
Forgive, forget, sit in our temples, take us by the hand, kiss us on the lips, tell us that you love us, that we are not alone.

Witch woman, out of the ashes of the stake, rise again!

You see, it was in the dianic cult that the old way continued.
Those splendid and terrible women, Messalina, Toffana, La Voisin and de Brinvilliers, took magnificent revenges. And others, women and men too, sought the forbidden mystery in secret rites, and purchased a brief reunion at an awful price.

This was the hope in the maid of Orleans, the hope of hopeless millions that at last was come the woman who would redeem them. May her fate and her failure teach you that innocence is no protection.

Be cunning, oh woman, be wise, be subtle, be merciless.
I have said, understand, forgive, forget.
But forget not overmuch.
Trust nothing but yourself

I have spoken of those great poisoners, but there is a worse revenge. Know that all revenge is revenge on self and most terrible is that taken by the frigid woman. Count her in the millions and in the ten millions. Heed not what she tells her husband or lover; heed well what she tells her intimate, her doctor.
But with many the cause lies deeper. It lies in two things, the failure of her mate to be a man, and her failure to be true to herself.

There is the black murderous guilt with which parents poison their children, and that is a cause of frigidity.
There is suppressed incestuous love.
There is fear of disease, and of children.

But you, who have known something of these things, have no shame therefore.

Strength is not born, it is gained by understanding and overcoming.
Then go free!

Then sing the old, wild song ...

EVOE IO, EVOE IACCHUS IO PAN IO PAN EVOE BABALON!

Go to the mountains and the oceans and the forest, go naked in the summertime that you may regain the old joy and love gladly and freely under the Stars.

But the body is not beautiful?
Here is a secret.
The body is molded by the mind.
Embrace fear, repression, hate, then look upon the body - or rather do not look upon it.

But go free, love joyously, without restraint, run naked a little.

Then watch the cheeks flush, see the breasts swell, the supple contours, the flowing rhythm.

All disease and all deformity are bred in fear and hate.

Therefore, oh woman, are you called healer.

Woman, priestess of the irrational world! Irrational, but enormously important, and how deadly because it is unadmitted and denied.

We do not want to be drunken, murderous, frustrated, poverty stricken, miserable without cause.

These things are not reasonable or scientific, yet they do exist.

We say we do not want war.
But the cause of war is a psychological necessity and war will continue until that necessity is otherwise fulfilled.

We do not avail in saying that we will love this person or hate that person because it is reasonable.

We are moved willy-nilly despite our reason and our will forces out of the unconscious, irrational world, forces that speak to us in dreams, in symbols and in our own incomprehensible actions, and that would only be redeemed by understanding, whose name is woman.

Only after understanding can will and intelligence prevail, for they are otherwise no more than blind, self destructive force.

Woman, put up unworthy weapons.
Put up malice and poison, false frigidity and false stupidity.

Draw the sword, the two-edged sword of freedom, and call for a man to meet you in fair combat, a man fit for your husband, fit father for your eagle brood.
Call upon him, test him by the sword and he will be worthy of you.

For you two are the archetypes of the new race.

Somewhere in the world today there is a woman for whom the sword is forged.

Somewhere there is one who has heard the trumpets of the new age, and who will respond.

She will respond, this new woman, to the high clamor of those star trumpets; she will come as a perilous flame and a devious song, a voice in the judgment halls, a banner before armies.

She will come girt with the Sword of Freedom, and before her kings and priests will tremble and cities and empires will fall, and she will be called BABALON, the scarlet woman.

For she will be lustful and proud; she will be subtle and deadly, she will be Forthright and Invincible as a naked blade.

And women will respond to her war cry, and throw off their shackles and chains, and men will respond to her challenge, forsaking the foolish ways and the little ways, and she who will shine as the ruddy evening star in the bloody sunset of *Gotterdamerung, will shine again as a morning star when the night has passed, and a new dawn breaks over the Garden of Pan.

To you, Oh Unknown Woman, the Sword pledged.

Keep the faith!

* Gotterdamerung - The Twilight of the Gods

THE COLLECTED WRITINGS OF JACK PARSONS

THE BOOK OF BABALON

January 4 - March 4, 1946 E.V.

http://www.hermetic.com/wisdom/lib49.html

This book contains the record of a magical experiment relating to the invocation of an elemental, the thereafter of the Goddess or Force called BABALON, and the results thereof. An appendix contains some details of the method, published for the first time.
The contents should be clear enough to those who are prepared for understanding, and a little study and effort should make it so for those who desire understanding. For the rest, each will no doubt interpret it in accord with his own predilections.

A note on the underlying philosophy.
The present age is under the influence of the force called, in magical terminology, Horus.
This force relates to fire, Mars, and the sun, that is, to power, violence, and energy.
It also relates to a child, being innocent (i.e. undifferentiated). Its manifestations may be noted in the destruction of old institutions and ideas, the discovery and liberation of new energies, and the trend towards power govern-ments, war, homosexuality, infantilism, and schizophrenia.

This force is completely blind, depending upon the men and women in whom it manifests and who guide it. Obviously, its guidance now tends towards catastrophy.

The catastrophic trend is due to our lack of understanding of our own natures.
The hidden lusts, fears, and hatreds resulting from the warping of the love urge, which underly the natures of all Western peoples, have taken a homicidal and suicidal direction.

This impasse is broken by the incarnation of another sort of force, called BABALON.
The nature of this force relates to love, understanding, and dionysian freedom, and is the necessary counterbalance or correspondence to the manifestation of Horus.

It is indicated that this force is actually incarnate in some living woman, as the result of the described magical operation.
A more basic matter, however, is the indication that this force is incarnate in all men and women, and needs only to be invoked to free the spirit from the debris of the old aeon, and to direct the blind force of Horus into constructive channels of under-standing and love. The methods of this invocation are described in the text.

The background of this material may be found in the Book of the Law, the Comment thereon, and other writings of Aleister Crowley; also in various magical, anthropological, psychological, and philosophical texts. These are all necessary to an understanding and use of the material.

One further point.
It should be remembered that all human activi- ties, after the vital functions are fulfilled, arise from the need to love or to be loved. It is therfore quite literally true that in understanding (i.e. that which embraces all categories of love) is all power given. A grasp of the principle of bipolarity should make this clear.

With this crude and rudimentary philosophical discourse, then, I present the Book of Babalon ...

 



The Formula of the Cup of Babalon
By Frater Osiris 2001

Of the Thoth tarot trump, The Chariot, Aleister Crowley writes: "The central and most important feature of the card is its centre ... The Holy Grail."

So important is this Cup that Crowley’s Charioteer is charged with only one task: "His only function is to bear the Holy Grail."

We know from Crowley’s Magick in Theory and Practice and other works that the Holy Grail is synonymous with the Cup of Babalon.
However, the formula of the Cup of Babalon, that which describes its function and purpose, is never clearly defined. To understand the importance of the Grail/Cup, we must investigate the formula.

Before we proceed, it is important to understand the Nature of Babalon.

Babalon is the Lady of the City of Pyramids, the destination of the adept crossing the Abyss.
She is the Thelemic personification of Binah, the Great Mother.

The Cup of Babalon symbolizes her womb, the Universal Womb spoken of in the Gnostic Mass "wherein all men are begotten, and in which they shall rest."

The formula of the Cup of Babalon is revealed in the first six verses of "Liber Cheth vel Vallum Abiegni Sub Figura CLVI", one of the Holy Books of Thelema:

1. This is the secret of the Holy Graal, that is the sacred vessel of our Lady the Scarlet Woman, Babalon the Mother of Abominations, the bride of Chaos, that rideth upon our Lord the Beast.

2. Thou shalt drain out thy blood that is thy life into the golden cup of her fornication.

3. Thou shalt mingle thy life with the universal life. Thou shalt keep not back one drop.

4. Then shall thy brain be dumb, and thy heart beat no more, and all thy life shall go from thee; and thou shalt be cast out upon the midden, and the birds of the air shall feed upon thy flesh, and thou bones shall whiten in the sun.

5. Then shall the winds gather themselves together, and bear thee up as it were a little heap of dust in a sheet that hath four corners, and they shall give it unto the guardians of the abyss.

6. And because there is no life therein, the guardians of the abyss shall bid the angels of the winds pass by. And the angels shall lay thy dust in the City of Pyramids, and the name thereof shall be no more.

The blood the adept drains into the Cup symbolizes the personality or ego that must be annihilated in order to traverse the Abyss.

As stated in Liber ABA, "...the Ego-idea must be ruthlessly rooted out before Understanding can be attained."

This blood is sometimes referred to as the blood of the saints, a saint being one who sacrifices everything, even his life, in devotion to a deity or the principle of enlightenment.

"Blessed are the saints, that their blood is mingled in the cup, and can never be separate any more."

To aid him in accomplishing this task, Liber Cheth advises the adept to "divest thyself of all goods," specifically identified in the text as wealth, health and love.

The Cup of Babalon is the Universal Womb, and the blood therein is the Water of Universal Life.

When the adept mingles his blood with the blood in the cup, he dissolves his ego in the Universal Life.

The annihilation of the Ego must be absolute or else there will be dire consequences:

11. For if thou dost not this with thy will, then shall We do this despite thy will. So that thou attain to the Sacrament of the Graal in the Chapel of Abominations.

12. And behold! if by stealth thou keep unto thyself one thought of thine, then thou shalt be cast out into the abyss for ever; and thou shalt be the lonely one, the eater of dung, the afflicted in the Day of Be-with-Us.

When all of the ego-blood is drained from the adept, he dies and his body is left to decay in the Sun.

The fourth verse of Liber Cheth describes the alchemical process of putrefaction, the spiritual or symbolic death of gross matter that must occur in order for the soul or spirit to be purified and reborn.

The little pile of dust that remains is the essential essence of the adept, his True self.
It is the "life which has no consciousness of ‘I’", now no longer fettered by the ego.
The dust is gathered in a sheet with four corners, which represents the position of the Abyss between the ideal and the actual in a geometrical sense.
For the sheet is a plane, that which is attributed to Binah in the Naples Arrangement, yet it has four corners, and is thus a square, a symbol of Chesed and manifestation.

This dust is carried by the "angels of the winds" and given to the guardians of the abyss, and because there "no life therein," the guardians allow it to pass to the City of the Pyramids in Binah.

There the adept is -
"... received and reconstructed in the Third Order, as a Babe in the womb of our Lady BABALON, under the Night of PAN, to grow up to be Himself wholly and truly as He was not previously..."

The adept is reborn in the Cup of Babalon from the Water of Universal Life.

His name, a symbol of the ego or "I" consciousness, "shall be no more," for in Binah the adept becomes NEMO, Latin for "no man".

The formula of the Cup of Babalon can be summarized as follows: The adept drains his blood (ego) into the Cup of Babalon, mingling it with the Water of Universal Life. He dies and putrefies into a little pile of dust (the True Self).

This dust is carried across the Abyss, and because there is "no life therein" (no ego), the dust is allowed to pass to Binah. There the adept is reborn as NEMO in the Cup (womb) of Babalon.

This completes our brief analysis of the formula of the Cup of Babalon.

Further examination and contemplation of The Chariot and Liber Cheth is highly recommended for a more perfect understanding of the Mysteries of Babalon.

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THE MAGNUM OPUS

The Great Work

There is an Eastern saying ... 'Man is asleep, only Death will wake him up'...

When someone is close to death, he often realises how he has constructed his life. There is a wonderfully beneficial Tibetan meditation called 'the death meditation'.

You sit alone and, after you have perceived your body, you imagine that your life is at its end.

You are living the last moments of your existence. Have you ever asked yourself what the last minutes of your life will be like?

What will you think?

How will you feel?

You may have a list of things you would have liked to do but you have never done.Tibetan teachings tell us to write this list right now and to fight with all our strength to do what is written on it. Only then will your life be full, when that sheet has become white again, and only then will be able to accept death because you feel satisfied and fulfilled by your days.

Your life will no longer be a misfired shot, something that has slipped through your hands ... you will have held it, you will have fed upon it, so you will feel more able to let it go.

Learning to live today is the only way to learn to die tomorrow. We do not know how to live, that's why we are afraid to die. We do not know how to live because nobody has ever taught us how.

At school they taught us about the life of Marconi and Garibaldi, historical characters who died centuries ago, without explaining their inner dramas, or showing us their humanity ... instead their 'teaching' efforts made us feel more isolated

... And so we did not realise that we can become heroes too, special individuals, .

They did not teach us these things because nobody taught these things to them ...

For example, they did not teach you that you are mechanical and that you tend toward mechanicalness. That you repeat models of behaviour, that you don't live in the present but you are constantly projected into tomorrow and into its worries, or into yesterday and its regrets.

They never taught you that anxiety, tension and nervousness are the origin of many illnesses. Medicine and immunology have since confirmed this theory, and this has opened new horizons for treatment and prevention.

They did not teach you to love your body but, on the contrary, they taught to you to revile and hate it. They forbade you to touch it, to look at it, to love even the most secret areas, and so they created perversions, and promoted a sense of sin and guilt.

They never taught to you to become a unique individual, and so they created divided beings in conflict with themselves, with a thousands egos and ten thousand masks.

They taught you to strengthen your personality instead of what looking at what lies beyond it. They taught to you always and constantly to defend yourself and to trust sometimes your heart and sometimes your head.

They made us people who are not whole and united within themselves ... they created confused people, sometimes too cerebral, sometimes too emotional.

Religion has taught you to see 'God' as the source of the worst negative emotions. 'God', who asks us not to commit sin, and who prepares the oven to put us in if we do sin. 'God', who always asks too much and who condemns us at every turn.

The new generation, who understand the deceit hidden behind this psychological domination, have stopped having ideals and a personal spirituality. Instead, television has become their 'God', and 'celebrities' their idols and material acquisitions their sole reason for living. The entire mechanism has been used to create confusion and encourage depersonalisation.

You are depersonalised and you're not aware of it. You are not the master of yourself, even if you think you are. You can see it simply by observing yourself.

They always taught you to consider the world with suspicion, to envy those who have more, to put on your best appearance, no matter what ...

They never taught you that there is no more interesting 'performer' in you life than yourself. Had they taught you this, you could have widened your Inner Vision.

Instead, you have only learned to make your outer image look better, but you have misunderstood the way to become a better being. What does being better mean? It means having the capacity to understand ourselves and to overcome our fears and our conflicts, developing a new strength, a new energy, a zest and passion for life.

You have huge potential, and yet you reduce yourself to using only a miniscule part of it.

That is because, in order to use your resources, you do not just need to know how, but, above all, you have to dig deep to draw upon them. You have to acquire new tools and use them, devise and implement new plans and change the way you think about everything ...

You must constantly question your mental constructs and schemes and summon up the courage to walk towards new horizons.

I invite you to build a 'K-New You' rather than a good image of yourself in the eyes of the world.

I invite you to do some practical work. Do not put it off till tomorrow ... Start Now, so that you can begin to develop the wonderful potential which lies inside you ...

To begin to cultivate the Force you do not believe you have, but that in actual fact, you do have in abundance, even if you do not use it yet ...

I invite you to try and make at least some efforts in this direction because, in this field, even the smallest effort leads to everlasting results which no thief in the world will ever be able to steal from you ...

Where should you start?

You can start right Here and Now, if you do the things I am about to tell you.

First of all you must decide to start today, with me, a new life, a new 'RelationShip' with yourself.

The origin of the world 'relation' comes from the Latin 'relatio', from 'referre', which means 'to refer'.

I would like you to achieve a new way to refer to yourself ... I would like you to communicate with yourself in a completely different way.

Sometimes we decide to start a new relationship with others from a fresh point of view, to put aside all the grudges and to start again under a new light of respect, love and listening.

I would like to ask you to make Peace with yourself, to begin to Love and Respect yourself more, to Listen to yourself, to Observe yourself, to Remember yourself.

The more you learn to do this, the more you will surround yourself with a new Energy, with a positive Aura which will surround your family, your friends, your entire life. The more you Love yourself the more your capacity to Love others will grow ...

You can start immediately if you want. You only have to shut your eyes now, together with me and begin to listen to your body. Did you know that the first step towards Love is Listening ... !? ...

Start to sense your own body and start talking to yourself.

Tell yourself - 'You are all right. I know I neglected you during all these years of life together. I treated you badly, both physically and emotionally, by feeding you with bad thoughts and destructive emotions. I often allowed the surrounding environment to possess me and I died away instead of shining in the dark. That's because I sharpened my physical ear instead of my inner one. Now I will listen to you carefully, and I sincerely wish to start a new relationship with you. I have decided to love you unconditionally'.

This self-projection will help you ...

Remember though, that it is only a convenient strategy, a means to an end ...

... You don't have to become schizophrenic ...

You only have to start to Respect yourself in the same way that you would respect your very best friend.

Now that you have made this promise to yourself, you have to keep it.

Are not the promises we make to ourselves the most important ones? And yet they are exactly the ones that we tend to break most easily. That is just the way we are, we seem to prefer to betray ourselves.

Do you realise how radical this change is that I am urging you to make?

I am asking you to learn Loyalty to yourself, which is contrary what you have learned from society since you were a child. 'Loyalty towards ourselves' has been denied because our essence has been denied, so that we could become integrated with the 'system'.

The 'system' efforts served only to degrade your real capacities, and to develop your multiple 'masks', to make your integration seem more desirable, prestigious and attainable.

The 'system' denied your uniqueness, they rejected your differences ... How could they have possibly taught you to be Loyal to yourself?

For this reason the work will be difficult. You will have to fight against years of deeply entrenched conditioning.

It will often seem that you are fighting against yourself, when you are actually working for yourself.

All the harmful attitudes, the toxic thought patterns and poisons which the world has injected into us all, have become part of you. You tend to defend them as if you were defending yourself. You defend your image, but you do not realise that your image is not your true self.

You may think you are a communist instead of seeing yourself as an individual who shares some ideals with communism. Or you may think you are against communism and have become so deeply identified with the idea that if you met a communist you would not feel comfortable at all.

However, when you were a child you were not a communist, you were not a fascist ... these are clothes you put on later, when nobody taught to you to be yourself. You become your ideas, you become your football team, and your real Essence disappears…

Around you, poison weeds have grown, fed by years of conditioning. It will be difficult to eradicate them, because they permeate you and are dangerously entwined within your psyche. You are the only one who can change it, and nobody else can do it for you.

Close your eyes together with me and feel how short your life is ...

Get closer to yourself, stay with yourself, and start to sense your entire body. These hands and arms that always do what you ask them, are obedient, faithful servants. Have you ever been so aware of your body as you are in this moment?

You have dressed it thousands of times in a myriad of different ways, but feel only its nakedness now. Start to look for what your clothes do not beautify, but only hide.

Now begin to observe your thoughts.

How many thoughts you have thought ... You identify yourself in so many of them ... Leave them all, and observe them while you sense yourself. They are only your 'products' and not your 'master'.

Now observe your emotions... terror and ecstasy alternate with each other, as does suffering and joy ... revolving like a wheel, giving you sublime moments alternating with extreme suffering ...

Go Beyond all of this. Try to see beyond your emotions ... they are your product too, they are not yourself. This is a most difficult thing to achieve.

It is possible to abandon an idea, but it is impossible to leave behind emotions that were born inside of you. You have a tendency to identify too closely with them.

However if you could see them, even before you express them, you would understand that it is possible to live an existence of Freedom, and not of Slavery.

Instead of ecstatically enjoying tenderness and then allowing ourselves to dive into the depths of grief, in order to understand the message it is giving us, we tend to reject the emotions that hurt us, cling to the pleasant emotions and we become deaf to our true selves ...

... Or we shelter under the poor gutters of negative emotions, just because worry and anxiety are the only familar, routine procedures we have learned to utilize to deal with our problems. We are so habituated to our usual emotional modus operandi that we do not even wonder if there may be a different way to deal with them. For most, changing would seem to be far too difficult and would mean too strong a transformation for us even to consider.

And so consequently, we are unable to hold onto even positive emotions for long. Good news does not cheer us up as much as bad news can bring us down.

K-Now ...

... Stay sitting down, with your eyes shut, and see all this ... the means, the instruments, the things we often do not use because we are too wrapped up in the 'movie of life'.

Try to get up from that role of 'passive spectator', get onto the scene and go beyond, go 'backstage'.

Try to make yourself the Director of the 'movie'. The Director of your body, of your emotions, of your thoughts. Come back to yourself Definitively and Forever ...

This is new Birth. This is an opportunity for a new relationship with ourselves.

However, there is a risk that this will remain just printed words.

It is more than a risk, it is a certainty.

When you will raise your eyes from this page you will forget your intention, believe me.

This happens because in a person’s life, re-births should happen every day ... every day the intention should be reasserted and affirmed conclusively.

Every single day we have to fight against the mechanical degeneration into which the world is falling, and us with it ... And the work, particularly if we are alone, is of titanic dimensions.

That's why it is most helpful for Seekers to join groups where they can use those aids which can make the Great Work a bit lighter.

Alone it is almost impossible