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VI. 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!



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Ask Why Me
Hear My word, 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, shotextit 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.




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Liber 49: The Book of Babalon


1. Yea, it is I, BABALON.

2. And this is my book, that is the fourth chapter of the Book of the Law, He completing the Name, for I am out of NUIT by HORUS, the incestuous sister of RA-HOOR-KHUIT.

3. It is BABALON. TIME IS. Ye fools.

4. Thou hast called me, oh accursed and beloved fool.

5-8. (Missing and presumed lost. --ed.)

9. Now know that I, BABALON, would take flesh and come among men.

10. I will come as a penelous (sic) flame, as a devious song, a trumpet in judgement halls, a banner before armies.

11. And gather my children unto me, for THE TIME is at hand.

12. And this is the way of my incarnation. Heed!

13. Thou shalt offer all thou art and all thou hast at my altar, witholding nothing. And thou shalt be smitten full sore and thereafter thou shalt be outcast and accursed, a lonely wanderer in abominable places.

14. Ye Dare. I have asked of none other, nor have they asked. Else is vain. But thou hast willed it.

15. Know then that thus I came to thee before, thou a great Lord, and I a maid enrapt. Ah blind folly.

16. And thereafter madness, all in vain. Thus it has been, multi- form. How thou hast burned beyond.

17. I shall come again, in the form thou knowest. Now it shall be thy blood.

18. The altar is aright, and the robe.

19. The perfume is sandal, and the cloth green and gold. There is my cup, our book, and thy dagger.

20. There is a flame.

21. The sigil of devotion. Be it consecrated, be it true, be it daily affirmed. I am not scorned. Thy love is to me. Procure a disk of copper, in diameter three inches paint thereon the field blue the star gold of me, BABALON.

22. It shall be my talisman. Consecrate with the supreme rituals of the word and the cup.

23. My calls as thou knowest. All love songs are of me. Also seek me in the Seventh Aire.

24. This for a time appointed. Seek not the end, I shall instruct thee in my way. But be true. Would it be hard if I were thy lover, and before thee? But I am thy lover and I am with thee.

25. I shall provide a vessel, when or whence I say not. Seek her not, call her not. Let her declare. Ask nothing. Keep silence. There shall be ordeals.

26. My vessel must be perfect. This is the way of her perfection.

27. The working is of nine moons.

28. The Astarte working, with music and feasting, with wine and all arts of love.

29. Let her be dedicated, consecrated, blood to blood, heart to heart, mind to mind, single in will, none without the circle, all to me.

30. And she shall wander in the witchwood under the Night of Pan, and know the mysteries of the Goat and the Serpent, and of the children that are hidden away.

31. I will provide the place and the material basis, thou the tears and blood.

32. Is it difficult, between matter and spirit? For me it is ecstacy and agony untellable. But I am with thee. I have large strength, have thou likewise.

33. Thou shalt prepare my book for her instruction, also thou shalt teach that she may have captains and adepts in her service. Yea, thou shalt take the black pilgrimage, but it will not be thou that returnest.

34. Let her prepare her work according to my voice in her heart, with thy book as guide, and none other instructing.

35. And let her be in all things wise, and sure, and excellent.

36. But let her think on this: my way is not in the solemn ways, or in the reasoned ways, but in the wild free way of the eagle, and the devious way of the serpent, and the oblique way of the factor unknown and unnumbered.

37. For I am BABALON, and she my daughter, unique, and there shall be no other women like her.

38. In My Name shall she have all power, and all men and excellent things, and kings and captains and the secret ones at her command.

39. The first servants are chosen in secret, by my force in her -- a captain, a lawyer, an agitator, a rebel -- I shall provide.

40. Call me, my daughter, and I shall come to thee. Thou shalt be full of my force and fire, my passion and power shall surround and inspire thee; my voice in thee shall judge nations.

41. None shall resist thee, whom I lovest. Though they call thee harlot and whore, shameless, false, evil, these words shall be blood in their mouths, and dust thereafter.

42. But my children will know thee and love thee, and this will make them free.

43. All is in thy hands, all power, all hope, all future.

44. One came as a man, and was weak and failed.

45. One came as a woman, and was foolish, and failed.

46. But thou art beyond man and woman, my star is in thee, and thou shalt avail.

47. Even now thy hour strikes upon the clock of my FATHER. For He prepared a banquet and a Bridal Bed. I was that Bride, appointed from the beginning, as it was written T.O.P.A.N.

48. Now is the hour of birth at hand. Now shall my adept be crucified in the Basilisk abode.

49. Thy tears, thy sweat, thy blood, thy semen, thy love, thy faith shall provide. Ah, I shall drain thee like the cup that is of me, BABALON.

50. Stand thou fast, and I shall pass the first veil to speak with thee, through the stars shake.

51. Stand thou fast, and I shall pass the second veil, while God and Jesus be smitten with the sword of HORUS.

52. Stand thou fast, and I shall pass the third veil, and the shapes of hell shall be turned again to loveliness.

53. For thy sake shall I stride through the flames of Hell, though my tongue be bitten through.

54. Let me behold thee naked and lusting after me, calling upon my name.

55. Let me receive all thy manhood within my Cup, climax upon climax, joy upon joy.

56. Yea, we shall conquer death and Hell together.

57. And the earth is mine.

58. Thou shalt (make the?) Black Pilgrimage.

59. Yea it is even I BABALON and I SHALL BE FREE. Thou fool, be thou also free of sentimentality. Am I thy village queen and thou a sophomore, that thou shouldst have thy nose in my buttocks?

60. It is I, BABALON, ye fools, MY TIME is come, and this my book that my adept prepares is the book of BABALON.

61. Yea, my adept, the Black Pilgrimage. Thou shalt be accursed, and this is the nature of the curse. Thou shalt publish the secret matter of the adepts thou knowest, witholding no word of it, in an appendix to this my Book. So they shall cry fool, liar, sot, traducer, betrayer. Thou art not glad thou meddled with magick?

62. There is no other way, dear fool, it is the eleventh hour.

63. The seal of my Brother is upon the earth, and His Avatar is before you. There is threshing of wheat and a trampling of grapes that shall not cease until the truth be known unto the least of men.

64. But you who do not accept, you who see beyond, reach out your hands my children and reap the world in the hour of your harvest.

65. Gather together in the covens as of old, whose number is eleven, that is also my number. Gather together in public, in song and dance and festival. Gather together in secret, be naked and shameless and rejoice in my name.

66. Work your spells by the mode of my book, practicing secretly, inducing the supreme spell.

67. The work of the image, and the potion and the charm, the work of the spider and the snake, and the little ones that go in the dark, this is your work.

68. Who loves not hates, who hates fears, let him taste fear.

69. This is the way of it, star, star. Burning bright, moon, witch moon.

70. You the secret, the outcast, the accursed and despised, even you that gathered privily of old in my rites under the moon.

71. You the free, the wild, the untamed, that walk now alone and forlorn.

72. Behold, my Brother cracks the world like a nut for your eating.

73. Yea, my Father has made a house for you, and my Mother has prepared a Bridal Bed. My Brother has confounded your enemies.

74. I am the Bride appointed. Come ye to the nuptials -- come ye now!

75. My joy is the joy of eternity, and my laughter is the drunken laughter of a harlot in the house of ecstasy.

76. All you loves are sacred, pledge them all to me.

77. Set my star upon your banners and go forward in joy and victory. None shall deny you, and none shall stand before you, because of the Sword of my Brother. Invoke me, call upon me, call me in your convocations and rituals, call upon me in your loves and battles in my name BABALON, wherein is all power given!



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This text is not to be taken litteral. It is the Second Death. It is spirtual.
Jesus said to turn away from family also. It is the kundalani experience.
Jesus is the Alpha and the Omega - the beginning and the end - Twins
TIME IS now Omega - the end - She IS.



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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 feast upon thy flesh, and thy 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 the Pyramids, and the name thereof shall be no more.

7. Now therefore that thou mayest achieve this ritual of the Holy Graal, do thou divest thyself of all thy goods.

8. Thou hast wealth; give it unto them that have need thereof, yet no desire toward it.

9. Thou hast health; slay thyself in the fervour of thine abandonment unto Our Lady. Let thy flesh hang loose upon thy bones, and thine eyes glare with thy quenchless lust unto the Infinite, with thy passion for the Unknown, for Her that is beyond Knowledge the accursed one.

10. Thou hast love; tear thy mother from thine heart, and spit in the face of thy father. Let thy foot trample the belly of thy wife, and let the babe at her breast be the prey of dogs and vultures.

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 shalt thou 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.

13. Yea! verily this is the Truth, this is the Truth, this is the Truth. Unto thee shall be granted joy and health and wealth and wisdom when thou art no longer thou.

14. Then shall every gain be a new sacrament, and it shall not defile thee; thou shalt revel with the wanton in the market-place, and the virgins shall fling roses upon thee, and the merchants bend their knees and bring thee gold and spices. Also young boys shall pour wonderful wines for thee, and the singers and the dancers shall sing and dance for thee.

15. Yet shalt thou not be therein, for thou shalt be forgotten, dust lost in dust.

16. Nor shall the aeon itself avail thee in this; for from the dust shall a white ash be prepared by Hermes the Invisible.

17. And this is the wrath of God, that these things should be thus.

18. And this is the grace of God, that these things should be thus.

19. Wherefore I charge you that ye come unto me in the Beginning; for if ye take but one step in this Path, ye must arrive inevitably at the end thereof.

20. This Path is beyond Life and Death; it is also beyond Love; but that ye know not, for ye know not Love.

21. And the end thereof is known not even unto Our Lady or to the Beast whereon She rideth; nor unto the Virgin her daughter nor unto Chaos her lawful Lord; but unto the Crowned Child is it known? It is not known if it be known.

22. Therefore unto Hadit and unto Nuit be the glory in the End and the Beginning; yea, in the End and the Beginning.



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We Are

Listen I Am Er-i-ka(Mer-i-ca)
Listen I Am Er-i-ka
Listen I Am Er-i-ka
Gather Together In Councils Of Twelve
Sit Ye In Circles And Share Of Yourselves
Call On The Presence Of The Shining One
To Come Within Your Midst
The Communication Under Crystals, Cyrstalin
Communication Comes With Clarity
Comes With Clarity
Like Crystals On Golden Chains
We Are Crystal Bells In The Sky
Crystal Bells In The Sky
Crystal Bells In The Sky

(Listen Within) I Am Er-i-ka(Mer-i-ca)
(Listen Within) I Am Er-i-ka
(Listen Within) I Am Er-i-ka
As One People As One Planet
We Proclaim The Potential For Peace
We Empower Planetary Peace
Planetary Peace
Planetary Peace
Planetary Peace
Just For You
Planetary Peace
All Over
Planetary Peace
Listen For
Planetary Peace
We Want More
Planetary Peace
We Want More
Listen For
Planetary Peace
What We Need
Planetary Peace
Planetary Peace

The Planetary Plan

There Is A Higher Article Externilization Happening Now
There Is A Pure Emination Thats Bringing Our Vibration To The Now
The Ever Changing Ethers Sing The Song Of The Moment To Each Now
The Fire Being Infinity, Sparks The New Communications Of The Now
There Is A Bright Stream Of Love Flowing Forth From Our Hearts Right Now
Poised On The Balance Trust The Totally Eqinimity Of The Now
And The Thing Of Freedom Near The Cautious Belt That Service Coming Now
The Most Ancient Mysteries Are Being Reveled To Us Right Now
There Are Pyramids Within Pyramids Transmitting The Thoughts We Weave Right Now
The Bright Lazer Lights Of Liquid Luminosity Rises Now
In The Book Of Golden Pages, See The Turning Of The Ages Right Now
There Is A Planetary Plan Of Unspeakable Perfection Ongoing Now
There Is A Planetary Plan Of Unspeakable Perfection Ongoing Now
There Is A Planetary Plan Of Unspeakable Perfection Ongoing Now

We Are One

From Mountains To Valleys, Over Oceans, To The Islands
From Mountains To Valleys, Over Oceans, To The Islands
We Go Forth In Love, We Go Forth As One
The Return Of The Dove, From Beyond The Sun
From Mountians To Valleys, Over Oceans, To The Islands

The Spirit of Peace

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Christ I Feel You Near Me Now With The Spirits Of Peace
And The Hours Are A Synthesis And The Buddha From The East
Come Into Our Hearts We Pray, Grant Us Inner Sight
We Appear On Earth Today And Lead Us In Your Light
Oh Deep As Infinity, Voice Within The Trines
Guide Us Into Unity And Show Us The Light Divine
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

We Are Spirit

The Beauty Of The Dawn Fortells The Coming Of The One
The Morning Held Circles And The Music Of The One
The Prince Of Peace The Lord Of Love At Last Is Coming Forth
For You The Earth Began, And He's Bringing Love To The Earth
I Am Spirit, To You In Your World Today
I Bring Myself Before You, Knowing Your Love I Pray
Hope And Love The Nearest Truth, I Am Really Here
And Which Is Sung The Hope Anew, Which With Remains Clear
The Beauty Of The Dawn Fortells The Coming Of The One

Path To Perfection

Patiently Walking On The Path To Perfection
Stillness And Action Outward Introspection
Rise Love, Open Your (Eye/Mind/Heart)Peace Now And Who Am I

I Am Not The Body
Nor The Mind
Nor The Senses
Nor The (Spirit Of Eternity)(State Of Events We See)

When These Are Rejected
That Which Alone Remains Am I
Who's Patiently Walking On The Path To Perfection

O Mightly One (Prayer)

Come Forth O Mighty One , Come Forth O Mighty One
Come Forth, Come Light
Let The Forces Of Light Bring Illumination To Mankind
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
Let The Spirit Of Peace Be Spread Abroad
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
May Men and Women Of Good Will Everywhere Meet In A Spirit Of Co-operation
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
May Forgiveness On The Part Of All Be The Key Note At This Time
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
May Power Attend The Efforts Of The Great Ones
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
So Let It Be
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
And Help Us To Do Our Part
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
Let The Lords Of Liberation Issue Forth
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
Let Them Bring Succor To The Sons Of Man
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
Let The Writer From The Secret Place Come Forth
And Coming Save

Come Forth O Mightly One
Let The Souls Of Men Awaken To The Light
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
And May They Stand With Massed Intent
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
That They Are From The Lord Go Forth
The End Of Woe Has Come

Come Forth O Mighty One
The Hour Of Service Of The Saving Force Has Now Arrived
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
Let It Be Spread Abroad O Mighty One
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
Let Light And Love And Power And Death
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
Fullfill The Purpose Of The Coming One
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
The Will To Save Is Here
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
The Love To Carry Forth The Work Is Widely Spread Abroad
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
The Active Aid Of All Who Know The Truth Is The Gospel Here
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth

Come Forth O Mighty One And Blend These Three
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
Construct A Great Defending Wall
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth
And The Rule Of Evil Now Must End
Come Forth O Mighty One, Come Forth

The Great Invocation

From The Point Of Light Within The Mind Of God
Let Light Stream Forth Into The Minds Of Men
Let Light Defend On Earth

From The Point Of Love Within The Heart Of God Let Lust Be Poured Into The Hearts Of Men
May Christ Return To Earth

From The Center Where The Will Of God Is Known Let Purpose Guide The Little Wills Of Men
The Purpose Which The Masters Know And Serve
From The Center Which We Call The Race Of Man
Let The Plan Of Love And Light Work Out
May It Seal The Door Where Evil Dwells
Let Light And Love And Power
Restore The Plan On Earth
Let Light And Love And Power
Restore The Plan On Earth
Let Light And Love And Power
Restore The Plan On Earth

Make the Planet Whole

Its A Song Of Peace We Are Singing
Won't You Join Along
Its A Higher Hope We Are Bringing
To Make The Nations One
When We Use The Gift Of Freedom To Calm The Ways Of The World
Then Within You, Find The Peace That Makes The Planet Whole
So Pray With Us For Peace, Each In Your Own Way
For Love Makes The Diffrence, To Build A Brighter Day

The Children

Wake Up Children
Wake Up Children
Wake Up Your Children
Wake Up

Wake Up Your Children
Were Calling On You
Wake Up Your Children
There is so much to do
Wake Up Your Children
Were Counting On You
Wake Up Your Children
Now Bring It On Through

Wake Up Children
Wake Up Children
Wake Up Your Children
Wake Up

Forgive Us

Forgive Us
As We Forgive Each Other
Let Us Live In Love and Harmony
May The Wisdom
Be Forever And A Day
And The Spirits Guide Us On Our Way

Everything Is Music

Everything Is Music I Am Near
Everything Is Peace, Everything Around You
Everything Is Music To Your Ears
You Are In Sinc With Sounds Around You

Everything Is Music I Am Near
Everything Is Peace, Everything Around You
Everything Is Music To Your Ears
Your Are In Sinc, These Sounds Surround You

Power Of The Way

Power Ringing
Power Of The Way
Oh, I See The Divinity Within Me
Love Of The Way And The Power

Oh, I Feel The Infinity Within Me
Opener Of The Way
Power Ringing
Power Of The Way

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