The golden chalice is waiting to be filled by the sons of Venus.
It is waiting for the one who wears the symbol of Alexander,
The serpent sign that expresses the beginning of the new aeon
For I am the Mother of the Aeon and the Bride
And I wait for the rightful son to return
And take his fill of my Morning Star. Continue reading “Babalon Speaks: Matrix of Ophion”
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”
I, Babalon, dressed in Venusian Fire,
Is birthing The Green Magus.
He, who is my Dragon,
Is bound to my heart
As I am his soul and only source of life. Continue reading “The Green Magus: Babalon Speaks”
He is coming,
The Great Dragon King
My Dragon King,
The Dragon of Babalon. Continue reading “Liber Draco: Babalon Speaks”
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”
In my dream I saw that I was walking through a beautiful garden that was filled with roses, walking on a path that was lined by rose bushes and in front of me I could see a beautiful tree that was full of healthy, delicious looking fruit. I saw a rose vine spiraled around the tree and in the heart I saw Venus sitting on a throne holding her son/sun on her lap. As I looked up at the top of the tree I saw Venus joined as one with the son/sun whose face changed to Jupiter. Continue reading “The Journey to the Rose”
Stirring in the sinews of the Earth, from the cold soil of generation and nourishment, the souls of the cross wearers are awakening as they have heard the call of their Mistress and through the blood oaths they have made to defend the Rose they shall eternally obey her.
Continue reading “Return of the Templars”
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.
Continue reading “Sanctus Sanguis Sancta Rosa”
“I AM rising, the Rubeus Mater
Clothed in the robes of the Red Sun
Who is the Mekubal
And the High Priest of my Mysteries.
Continue reading “Rubeus Mater: Babalon Speaks”