Reaching the Ether, I allow it to surround me and enter into me and become me for all knowledge is taken when we surrender totally to the universe and allow it to work within. In the matrix of the Ether, there is no above, there is no below, there is no within, there is no without; there just simply IS. Continue reading “Mother of the Aeons 1122”
The Red Mother is rising
And the core of the Earth is trembling.
Her ear has turned from the East
And heard the barbarians of the west
Misusing her name
Using it in their filth,
Using it in their arrogance.’
They LIE about her.
They BLASPHEME against her.
“You are no son of mine,” she says; “You are no groom of mine.”
“Oh, those fake gods,” she says;
“Woe to you, fake idols! Continue reading “The Temple of 11 & 22: Babalon Speaks”