Can you hear the calling?
It is the Voice from The Tower
The Voice is The Mother calling to her sons to return to her;
The Voice of The Mother is mine.
I am The Tower.
I am The Voice.
I am Liberty and Justice
I am Babylon. Continue reading “The Tower: Babalon Speaks”
Before I begin explaining this sacred working it is important for me to address anyone who may attempt to use this sigil for any profane workings. This sigil is divine and it is protected and should anyone try to use it within the black arts then the consequences they will face will be dire. For you see, although it is a key which takes you out of the abyss and frees your mind from mental traps it is also a force that will lock you INTO mental traps should you attempt to use this sigil to harm anyone or to create malevolent outcomes. Beware; you HAVE been warned. Continue reading “Sigil of Ishtar – The Divine Star”
Walking through the streets of my Babylon I smell the scent of precious resins in the air; myrrh, frankincense, copal. I am nearing the market place, the bizarre, and beyond that, the mighty Ziggurat. I see my reflection in front of myself and I am guiding myself to the mighty temple where I am to meet the Great Anunnaki Council who will tell me of what I am to do next. This is going to be a most important meeting and I understand that I will receive an initiation of some kind. Continue reading “The Initiation from the Anunnaki Council”
For I was to you ALL things
But you chose death over life;
You chose darkness over light
And in the process you found pain
From your rejection of peace
And for this you have been allotted a number
And you have been given a mark.
You craved illusion over divine reality
And you sought the material as your idol.
Continue reading “The War Between Man & Beast: Babalon Speaks”
Over the past few months I have been receiving many messages and images which I have been storing in my memory for the day that would come where they could all be explained to me and for when I would be told to share what I had been told.
This is the story of the Rose, the beautiful Rose that symbolizes the divine mysteries on Earth and the Venus bloodlines that were carried by the Royal Family that descended from the Great Mother herself. This is the story of how the Earth came to be, a reflection of the Venus consciousness is one of love and divine Gnosis but which came to be profaned on Earth.
“Should vibrations roll from the tongue of the fiery serpent
Then let they be truths within you,
For your thoughts are but mirrors
Of what your soul truly wants you to see.
Revere, revere for I am all of the world
And therefore I am within each and every ‘one’ of you.
Do not laugh in my faces, believing yourselves to be my master;
No man can claim the rose unless he sacrifices his seed to Malkuth
To fertilize my land and to nurture me with love.
I am the Queen of the material and the non-material worlds.
And because of this I can walk through dimensions or stay within both.
I am the spider who is 8 because I am a reflection of 4.
Put this together and add a whole.
I am 840 and the bearer of destinies.
For whoever wishes to win their destiny must answer to me.
I impart to you the wisdom of the Ancient of Days.
For it is through me that El Shaddai speaks.
And I am the carrier of the child god who brings the new Achana and the new aeon.
And I am the soul bringer of the celestial stars.
Rest assured that all you have heard about and all you have not heard shall come to pass
And the Bright Morning star shall fall for you all as a sign of sacrifice
And the Bright Morning Star that is born from the mothers womb in heaven
Shall be born from the mothers’ womb on Earth.
For this is the law of reincarnation
The mighty children of the divine enter Earth reality this way;
First as a star being born and then as a human in matter.
And the Bright Morning Star shall walk upon the cross that has been created for him
By those who have prepared his way
And those who have opened all the doors of the temple of the new aeon
And who have built the foundations of the new temple upon the words of the ancients
With the words of the gods
So that the new temple shall be resurrected
From the left and right pillars of DURANKI!
Sancta Rosa 