Photo 15 Aug 118 notes This is the Mystery of Babylon, the Mother of Abominations, and this is the mystery of her adulteries, for she hath yielded up herself to everything that liveth, and hath become a partaker in its mystery. And because she hath made her self the servant of each, therefore is she become the mistress of all. Not as yet canst thou comprehend her glory.
Beautiful art thou, O Babylon, and desirable, for thou hast given thyself to everything that liveth, and thy weakness hath subdued their strength. For in that union thou didst understand. Therefore art thou called Understanding, O Babylon, Lady of the Night!Aleister Crowley

This is the Mystery of Babylon, the Mother of Abominations, and this is the mystery of her adulteries, for she hath yielded up herself to everything that liveth, and hath become a partaker in its mystery. And because she hath made her self the servant of each, therefore is she become the mistress of all. Not as yet canst thou comprehend her glory.

Beautiful art thou, O Babylon, and desirable, for thou hast given thyself to everything that liveth, and thy weakness hath subdued their strength. For in that union thou didst understand. Therefore art thou called Understanding, O Babylon, Lady of the Night!

Aleister Crowley
Photo 28 May 158 notes I, I am godless,and I am the one whose God is great.
I am the one whom you have reflected upon,and you have scorned me.
I am unlearned, and they learn from me.
I am the one that you have despised,          and you reflect upon me.
I am the one whom you have hidden from,and you appear to me.
But whenever you hide yourselves,I myself will appear.
For whenever you appear,
I myself will hide from you.
from The Thunder, Perfect Mind
Translated by George W. MacRae
Art: http://buechnerstod.deviantart.com/

I, I am godless,and I am the one whose God is great.

I am the one whom you have reflected upon,and you have scorned me.

I am unlearned, and they learn from me.

I am the one that you have despised,          and you reflect upon me.

I am the one whom you have hidden from,and you appear to me.

But whenever you hide yourselves,I myself will appear.

For whenever you appear,

I myself will hide from you.

from The Thunder, Perfect Mind


Translated by George W. MacRae

Art: http://buechnerstod.deviantart.com/

Photo 15 May 13 notes THE DAUGHTER OF FORTITUDE(received by Edward Kelley and Dr. John Dee)


I am the daughter of Fortitude, and ravished every hour from my youth. For behold I am Understanding and science dwelleth in me; and the heavens oppress me. They cover and desire me with infinite appetite; for none that are earthly have embraced me, for I am shadowed with the Circle of the Stars and covered with the morning clouds. My feet are swifter than the winds, and my hands are sweeter than the morning dew. My garments are from the beginning, and my dwelling place is in myself. The Lion knoweth not where I walk, neither do the beast of the fields understand me. I am deflowered, yet a virgin; I sanctify and am not sanctified. Happy is he that embraceth me: for in the night season I am sweet, and in the day full of pleasure. My company is a harmony of many symbols and my lips sweeter than health itself. I am a harlot for such as ravish me, and a virgin with such as know me not. For lo, I am loved of many, and I am a lover to many; and as many as come unto me as they should do, have entertainment.
Purge your streets, O ye sons of men, and wash your houses clean; make yourselves holy, and put on righteousness. Cast out your old strumpets, and burn their clothes; abstain from the company of other women that are defiled, that are sluttish, and not so handsome and beautiful as I, and then will I come and dwell amongst you: and behold, I will bring forth children unto you, and they shall be the Sons of Comfort. I will open my garments, and stand naked before you, that your love may be more enflamed toward me.
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The above message was received by Edward Kelley whilst scrying in the seventh aethyr of Deo, and delivered by a goddess that Kelley described thusly: All her attire is like beaten gold; she hath on her forehead a cross crystal, her neck and breast are bare unto under her dugs: she hath a girdle of beaten gold slackly buckled unto her with a pendant of gold down to the ground…. The dichotic nature of the message may have disturbed Kelley to such an extent that he eventually gave up practising magick, and deserted John Dee, taking with him both the doctor’s meagre finances, and his wife. These events were to have a remarkable echo centuries later in the life of Jack Parsons, who, following his encounters with Babalon, was deserted by his mistress, who absconded with his magickal partner, L. Ron Hubbard. That the goddess encountered by Kelley in the seventh aethyr was Babalon is confirmed somewhat by verse 23 of the Book of Babalon, which declares: My calls as thou knowest. All love songs are of me. Also seek me in the Seventh Aire. The transmission from the Daughter of Fortitude is all the more remarkable for its similarities with the Gnostic text, Thunder, Pefect Mind, which was not rediscovered until 1945. Both the Thunder, Perfect Mind and the transmission from the Daughter of Fortitude play with the power of paradox, and the mystery of the holy whore who remains a virgin.

THE DAUGHTER OF FORTITUDE
(received by Edward Kelley and Dr. John Dee)

I am the daughter of Fortitude, and ravished every hour from my youth. For behold I am Understanding and science dwelleth in me; and the heavens oppress me. They cover and desire me with infinite appetite; for none that are earthly have embraced me, for I am shadowed with the Circle of the Stars and covered with the morning clouds. My feet are swifter than the winds, and my hands are sweeter than the morning dew. My garments are from the beginning, and my dwelling place is in myself. The Lion knoweth not where I walk, neither do the beast of the fields understand me. I am deflowered, yet a virgin; I sanctify and am not sanctified. Happy is he that embraceth me: for in the night season I am sweet, and in the day full of pleasure. My company is a harmony of many symbols and my lips sweeter than health itself. I am a harlot for such as ravish me, and a virgin with such as know me not. For lo, I am loved of many, and I am a lover to many; and as many as come unto me as they should do, have entertainment.

Purge your streets, O ye sons of men, and wash your houses clean; make yourselves holy, and put on righteousness. Cast out your old strumpets, and burn their clothes; abstain from the company of other women that are defiled, that are sluttish, and not so handsome and beautiful as I, and then will I come and dwell amongst you: and behold, I will bring forth children unto you, and they shall be the Sons of Comfort. I will open my garments, and stand naked before you, that your love may be more enflamed toward me.

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The above message was received by Edward Kelley whilst scrying in the seventh aethyr of Deo, and delivered by a goddess that Kelley described thusly: All her attire is like beaten gold; she hath on her forehead a cross crystal, her neck and breast are bare unto under her dugs: she hath a girdle of beaten gold slackly buckled unto her with a pendant of gold down to the ground…. The dichotic nature of the message may have disturbed Kelley to such an extent that he eventually gave up practising magick, and deserted John Dee, taking with him both the doctor’s meagre finances, and his wife. These events were to have a remarkable echo centuries later in the life of Jack Parsons, who, following his encounters with Babalon, was deserted by his mistress, who absconded with his magickal partner, L. Ron Hubbard. That the goddess encountered by Kelley in the seventh aethyr was Babalon is confirmed somewhat by verse 23 of the Book of Babalon, which declares: My calls as thou knowest. All love songs are of me. Also seek me in the Seventh Aire. The transmission from the Daughter of Fortitude is all the more remarkable for its similarities with the Gnostic text, Thunder, Pefect Mind, which was not rediscovered until 1945. Both the Thunder, Perfect Mind and the transmission from the Daughter of Fortitude play with the power of paradox, and the mystery of the holy whore who remains a virgin.

Photo 26 Apr 146 notes blacksunblackson:

Babalon, Regina Mundi.
Christopher Conn Askew

blacksunblackson:

Babalon, Regina Mundi.

Christopher Conn Askew

Photo 20 Apr 12 notes A RHAPSODY TO OUR LADY(from Liber Aleph vel CXI, The Book of Wisdom and Folly, by The Master Therion)

Blessed be She, Ay Blessed unto the Ages be Our Lady BABALON, that plieth Her Scourge upon me, even upon me, To Mega Therion, to compel me to Creation and to Destruction, which are One, in Birth and in Death, being Love! Blessed be She, uniting the Egg with the Serpent, and restoring Man unto his Mother the Earth! Blessed be She, that offereth Beauty and Ecstasy in the Orgasm of every Change, and that exciteth thy Wonder and thy Worship by the contemplation of Her mind many-wiled. Blessed be She, that hath filled Her Cup with every Drop of my Blood, so that my Life is lost wholly in the Wine of Her Rapture! Behold, how She is drunken thereon, and staggereth about the Heavens, wallowing in Joy, crying aloud the Song of uttermost Love! Is not She thy true mother among the Stars, o my Son, and hast not thou embraced Her in the Maddness of Incest and of Adultery? Yea, blessed be She, blessed be Her Name, and the Name of Her Name, unto the Ages!

A RHAPSODY TO OUR LADY
(from Liber Aleph vel CXI, The Book of Wisdom and Folly, by The Master Therion)

Blessed be She, Ay Blessed unto the Ages be Our Lady BABALON, that plieth Her Scourge upon me, even upon me, To Mega Therion, to compel me to Creation and to Destruction, which are One, in Birth and in Death, being Love! Blessed be She, uniting the Egg with the Serpent, and restoring Man unto his Mother the Earth! Blessed be She, that offereth Beauty and Ecstasy in the Orgasm of every Change, and that exciteth thy Wonder and thy Worship by the contemplation of Her mind many-wiled. Blessed be She, that hath filled Her Cup with every Drop of my Blood, so that my Life is lost wholly in the Wine of Her Rapture! Behold, how She is drunken thereon, and staggereth about the Heavens, wallowing in Joy, crying aloud the Song of uttermost Love! Is not She thy true mother among the Stars, o my Son, and hast not thou embraced Her in the Maddness of Incest and of Adultery? Yea, blessed be She, blessed be Her Name, and the Name of Her Name, unto the Ages!


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