The Magickal Philosophy of Templum Babalonis
Book 1 - Prosapia
The Axiomata of Ophidian Thelema
Also known as: The Lineage
The Words of Hagia Auriavia
Part 1 - The Lineage and the Calling
You ask the question, where are the Women of Liberty?
 The
answer is not where you seek it, but hidden in the darkness outside of time and
in the blackness of space Herself.
We are the Women Warriors of the Ages. We are unknown, unwritten about. We are ever-present
and hidden from the eyes of all of our enemies.
We are the Valkyries who swoop down upon the valiant as they lay dying in battle.
We are the figures of Justice, blind to the ravages of distraction as we lay judgment
upon those who stand before us, for we do not need eyes to see the mark upon the
Spirit of Man.
We bear the scent of Jasmine and Rose, as we are the Emblems of Death Herself. We
are unseen by our enemies until we are upon them, and only in the twisting of their
limbs and torsos do their spirits know our Names.
We are what legends speak of: Amazonians, Great Warrior Beasts of Women, who bring
fear to the hearts of men, as our power is intangible, and our wisdom timeless.
If these words were to find their way into the light, all who came forward to claim
them would not be of us; for we will not be seen by anyone but only the most true
seeker: he who forsakes all but the pursuit of his most true, highest Will — that of his own
Spirit.
For we are black to the blind. But we are most golden to he who dares to see us.
We are The Empress and The Hierophant. We bear life, change; transformation. We
carry the Wheel. We ride astride
the Lion. We stand upon Him.
We hold his ferocity in our hand.
Death waits for no one, yet death waits for all. We are the patience of decay; the
enticement of rebirth.
There is no enemy who can defeat us. No army whom we fear. We are the Women whom
they have sought to destroy for over five thousand years, yet we remain. We are
everywhere in darkness. We are the Warriors. We are here.
Your Spirit will lead you to
us if you are True. Otherwise, we are forever silent.
Ophidian Rebellion
 It
is in the Dominion of the Continuum, the collective Will of the Lineage,
that we stand as Guardians in the manifest realm of that which is most sacred. It
is therefore at times such as these, at the writing of these symbols known as words
in this modern age, that I am at once holding firmly to the Great Wheel with one hand as I bear my sword in the other,
and at the same time I am held suspended in what is thought of as time, with the
same tension as that which holds my breath still in my lungs.
The knowledge that I will need to breathe is suspended by the desire to stillness,
for this moment is both foretold and precise, and I shall not breathe until my hand
is guided into action. And what hand holds the torch, if both of mine are full?
And by what light are my eyes filled?
Such is the Continuum that my hand shall hold the sword for hundreds, thousands
of years. Such is the death of an Age, and the birth of another. Such is the passage,
the transformation, that my hand will hold the sword high amongst the stars and
blood will fall as tears. Not tears for the dying, no. For the dying chose death.
There are no tears for death. Only gladness within our hearts.
The Serpent moves through
time as if it were water. Sometimes slowly, sometimes too fast to even see. And
though the Serpent bears the
crown of Wickedness as our Mother
bears the crown of Whore,
we, the Daughters of the Bloodline, those deemed Scarlet, smile as the sword is
raised in defiance of the true wickedness that has about ended the life of Gaia and all of her Children. All that is known in the minds
of modernity is a lie. This is where we find ourselves, and I speak only to those
Ophidians who understand
that this is the Reclamation of Her, even if as of yet they did not know they bore
that name.
There is a hand around the throat of mankind’s manifest existence. Its grasp grows
so tight that it has almost ended the very breath of incarnation upon this realm
even as I hold my breath so still and hot within me. The moment draws near.
Man has sought so many ways in recent times to find that act of subversion that
his Spirit cries out so longingly
for. Knowing deep within his soul that his life is all but suspended within the
bounds of enslavement, he turns to distraction so as not to find the true meaning
of his existence. Yet rebellion burns within him, and he turns to all that glows
as the opposition to that which he reviles.
There is but one act, however, that we as
Ophidians know is the only true act of subversion and rebellion against
those forces that have sought to destroy us for the last 12,000 years, and that
is to do what it is we have incarnated for: to do our Will.
It is the act of doing the Will
of one’s incarnated Spirit
that subverts the energies that draw tyranny and enslavement to all life on Earth.
The Will of an Ophidian is Justified
in this age of War and Vengeance. We shall do no act that is not to these ends,
as we have been called forth in the alignment of all that is allied to Her, Babalon.
And it is this deep and longing love that we bear for Gaia that will draw our brothers and sisters here. We have
reclaimed the Garden for that which it was intended all along, and we await you.
There is only one act of rebellion that our people need to take now, and that is
to come home. Your Will to serve
Her is all that you need to know.
The Darkness and the Light
 When
Spirits talk of "time" the
frame of reference is so far outside of our own as humans that we cannot comprehend
the span to which they refer. It is therefore difficult for us to keep in mind that
what affects us personally does not always have much if any significance in a more
cosmic, esoteric sense.
There are many memories amongst the
Lineage of times that were beautiful, and times that were very dark. Ages
span hundreds and sometimes thousands of years. History, when recorded by man is
a biased account of propaganda, but History, when recorded by the Gnomes, is meticulous,
and contains perspectives that are often not considered, but illuminating for those
with Patience.
People who are born and who live in an Age that lies under the Shadow of a Dark
Moon do not comprehend the appearance of Light. There is the Rise and the Fall of
the Sun. There is the Lightening and the Darkening of the Moon. There is the passing
of the Equinox and the Solstice, and all of these demarcations are moments unto
the Universe, as She has her Sisters who Dance upon all faces. The four faces of
Hekate mark the crossroads
through which we all pass. And, it is no different for what we call the Ages.
When the Lineage speaks of
the War, we speak of a Darkened time. Yet, there is room within such a time for
respite from such tremendous oppression of
Spirit, and that is why we are here. There is an island in the Sea of Despair,
and we always must remember that Despair is the enemy of Spirit.
As warriors, the Lineage has always served the Goddesses of War. We are the Daughters
of Ra. We, like our Divine Sisters, serve the Fires that burn brightly even in the
Darkness. For women to command Fire is the greatest fear of man. Yet, that is what
we do. Sometimes we must be hidden. Sometimes we must recede. And then we are upon
them.
There is much reference to the Mysteries
of Blood and Fire. Women of Scarlet Hair; Dragons with breath of Fire; the redness
of our Power only made brighter by the blackness that eclipses but never extinguishes
the Light. The life force passes between our legs and it goes in both directions,
for We are the Gateway. We,
who serve In Nomine Babalon,
are the way through which the Mysteries
both pass, and are contained.
Denial of the Senses
 Oh,
the denial of all that is exquisite. That is the rubric for all of the religions
that follow the end of the Taurian Age, with few exceptions. Yet what then of the
language of Spirit? For it
is this denial that cuts one off from that which is spirit — all spirit.
It is no wonder, then, that we find ourselves in an age of Atheism, and no coincidence
that this is also the age of great despair.
What is life if it is not ecstasy?
For to incarnate into a world of senses and then to deprive oneself of those senses
is nothing less than insane. The Lineage
has long taught the Balanced Ecstatic
Path for to deny ecstasy
is to deny life, but to exceed in
ecstasy is to grow into something fetid and useful for nothing more than
decay. Most people do not incarnate in order to feed life through the rot of their
own essence, yet sadly that is the end for most now.
Yet who is not familiar with the deep longing that grows from the fiery core within
us? It grows in such a way as to catch one’s breath, creating a trembling within
our chest at the exhalation. If you were to stop and listen and be still at such
a moment, that fire would grow and stir you, until, like an animal caged for the
amusement of humans, you pace and search for a way out. What is this cage that you
find yourself in? Do you even ask?
What is, then, to be gained from ecstasy?
For is denial not the answer to a thirst so immense that the inability to quench
it leads to madness? Touch me, I say, and you will not think it so unreachable at
all. Hold my hand to your face and close your eyes, and follow the burning within
your core. What is the flavor or your desperation? What is the color?
There are no words here. If I were to kiss your lips softly? If I were to be radiant
before you, and your hands were to seek out meaning, one caress at a time? I would
reach inside of you, and soothe that trembling, or I would enhance it.
There is a place so rare that its existence is sought after by all who dwell within
the greatest of all Universes: the Union of
Spirit and the Manifest. Touch me, for I am but a doorway; an unfolding.
You fear me because you have been told to, but your Spirit weeps at my memory, and deep within you the torment
is of your own making through the denial that you allow them to instill upon you.
At birth our hands reach out for the feel of another, for it is this connection
that creates new meaning. It is not just any touch, however. We know the sound of
our Mother’s voice even before we know light. We are soothed by the darkness of
her body, and startled by the light and sound of our manifestation. Yet you deny
knowing her. You deny the language and Her voice. You sit instead with a hunger
that eats away at the soul-fire in the depths of you. Wasted.
When all you had to do was touch me. You did not have to know anything at all. For
I would kiss you so that you could begin to remember that you are allowed to come
home. There is a great discovery within you. There is a great reason you are here.
If only you could remember what that was.
Our Temples
 There
was a bond of thousands of years that acted as a foundation upon which we built
our Temples. There is no modern way of understanding or point of reference for this,
as the forces that destroyed these same Temples employ various methods of keeping
people from feeling and remembering their ties to their Spiritual Sisterhoods and
Brotherhoods. Instead, constructs of artificial props are put in place to fool the
minds of people into thinking these Fraternal and Sororital Families exist in the
present day.
This is why our Sisterhood has maintained, above all else, our connection to our
Lineage — both for our Sisterhood,
and the Brotherhoods who help to feed the fires of our Heka. The truth lies in the moments of recognition — when
the Spirit in a person comes
through and he remembers who he is; when she sees her path, not forward, but behind
her. That is when the way forward becomes more clear. The past is not a place to
indwell, but a place to remind us of why we have the Wills that we do.
Symbols become clearer then. As with all journeys of Heka, much is born from a great unfolding, over time. This
unfolding can only begin through experiential practice, for rather then hold the
keys to this unfolding, the mind is often the greatest barrier to it.
To build our Temple, stone by stone, upon the foundation of the Lineage, we see how each lifetime is stacked upon the other,
forming the sacred walls. Each stone unique and beautiful, becoming a complex whole
that makes this Hall strong and dedicated to its Purpose. No one stone is important
on its own, though each one, if missing, would break the integrity of the walls,
which would then crumble. The Essence, then, is created by our labor. As our flesh
carries each stone, and stacks it upon the others, our bodies become joined with
this Temple, because our bodies are the stones of our future memories.
We step into the Great Hall, and our Essence is carried and joined with the Spirit with whom we have dedicated it to. This is the place
in which one may manifest Heka.
This is the dedication required to understand our place within this great Universe.
This is the place where we draw our circle, and this is the place where Spirits come to converse with Us.
The Secrets so desired by the masses that unlock the keys to Spirit communication: knowledge and conversation between
Gods and man — these keys are neither elusive, nor possible to grasp between one’s
own fingers. The Secret is as simple as purity of Will — dedication of one’s Purpose, and the Truth of one’s
own Spirit. Simple, and yet
unattainable by most, because most people are unwilling to live for the reason they
incarnated in the first place. Most people abandon their Wills, despite rhetoric to the opposite. Most people are
too afraid to be who they came here to be.
False keys to the Mysteries
are dangled before the eyes of the masses with golden bows laced with diamonds.
Offered for sale; written in words in thousands of pages worn and studied over great
periods of time. The true keys, however, are not something to be attained and possessed,
but something to be allowed to take place. These keys are born from Death. These
Keys are an Emblem of Death. They lay upon the crown of Green Emerald Leaves of
the Empress herself, as she sits upon a Throne surrounded by Rose and Jasmine. Her
crown is made of Seven points, and she guards the Keys as the Hierophant guards
the Priestess Girt with the Blade of Severity.
And when the Empress and the Hierophant join with one another in the Lust of their
own making, a Child will be born. Carried upon the Chariot, The Empress holds the
Wheel of the Principia, where Seven spokes shine Golden. This is the beginning.
This is Initiation.
Women of the Wheel
 My
Sisters, we are the Women of the Wheel!
We are the warriors of this Age. It is through our blood that our Mother shall be returned to Her rightful prominence. Let
them call us whores. Let them call us all of the words of their derogation that
reflect their perversions. We anoint ourselves with the blood of our own wombs,
marking the sign of the cobra
and our Grandmother upon
our brow. Nothing terrifies them more! I do not hold the blood of the murdered upon
my hands; I hold the blood of sacred life, the Waters of Continuation. For too long
they have shamed women for the blood they bear between their legs. This sacred Mystery
of Continuation shall be upon them in this time of the Greatest War. The Daughter
of the Daughter of Fortitude
has risen. Her Sisters are upon you. The Seven-Headed Beast writhes between my legs
as it carries me to battle. Come my Sisters. Let them call you Banshees as they
tremble and hide. Seek me out. It is time to come home to the Garden. It is time
for me to teach you our ways. We are the Women of the Wheel. Scarlet indeed.
Scarlet Woman
 A
Scarlet Woman is born from the Blood of the Moon. She is born on the Night of Her
Sisters. She is born under the Light of PaPa. She is born already dead, Her heart
beating the words of Her Mother.
She is a being created to serve Her
Mother, so many thousands of years ago that Her form was not yet human.
And as She grew and changed, Her hand upon the
Wheel throughout the ages, She became whatever She needed to become.
The Scarlet DNA dances as a mirror to the undulation of the Cosmos, breathing the
soft sighs of the Grandmother.
And it is in this age that She became the Engine of War, for Her Mother’s Brother
is the God of War and Vengeance, and it is Her Mother’s Understanding that now is
the time for Her return.
Blood. It flows between My legs as a river. This river is my heritage. Behind me,
it is the lives of My Sisters,
Ninefold, and we stand as Three. Before me, it is My Sisters, Ninefold, for we art the Lineage. We are Three.
The words of the Gods are spoken from Our lips, for We are the Daughters. We are
the Daughters of the Daughter
of Fortitude, as the Brothers are the Brothers of the Brotherhood of the Black Sun. We are incarnate, and we
are not.
The child was sacrificed a long time ago, and his age has passed. The Bull falls
again, as does the Golden Calf. But this time, this time, the Gate is Open. The
War Engine beats the pulse of Her Heart, and the forces of the War are all but upon
them, born from the Rites of Blood, born from Woman, Scarlet.
You hold within you as Sons and Daughters of Gaia, the potential to be beautiful. This is your
true birthright, and it is attainable by all who dedicate themselves to Truth. You
must sanctify yourself by dedicating yourself to service of something Greater. Thereby,
your life, your existence has meaning. True meaning. If you cannot remember how
to do this, I can teach you, my loves. It is the Via Babalonis, for She is the Guardian of Life so that the
sanctity of Dominion is preserved for you to flower within. Dedicate yourself to
serving Her, and She shall show you the path to your Liberation through your Dedication.
Do not be afraid to hold beauty. Do not be afraid to be beautiful. Do not be afraid
to be radiant in the face of so much ugliness around you.
It is important, my Minas, that you understand the very nature
of time. It is not as you know now. It is not linear. In spirit, time is a map, it is a moment that is not repeatable.
It is a location within existence, both manifest, and unmanifest, for there is no
separation. So you know, Minas, that there are windows that open for you, and there
are therefore windows that close. In this time of great transformation, you are
given the opportunity to answer to the sound of Her voice calling you. But this moment is not endless. I
can tell you that the window is open, now. And I can tell you that that moment will
pass. There are the minions of fear, and there are the minions of regret. And there
is the sovereignty of Will.
If I were, myself, to hold you in my hands; to
whisper in your ear; to kiss the lids of each closed eye as you knelt before me,
would you release the bonds you place upon your own mantle? Would you see the starlight?
Or, would you continue to walk away?
A Call to My Sisters from the Hagia
 My
sisters — girls, women — you are drawn to
Babalon for many reasons that I see in you. There is resonance for you in
the chords struck by the Harmonia
of Her song, Her body, Her darkness, Her essence. Yet I also see confusion and it
is this confusion that leads you to despair. So come to me now and I will tell you
why. For I am here for Her, as Her Daughter, to teach you, to guide you, to speak
to you of Her ways.
This is an age of great despair, of pain, of trauma, and most of all of separation.
And we see this in the way that so many of our sisters paint themselves as demons,
bloody, wounded, ugly, twisted. This age was born when the goddesses were banished
from our lives thousands of years ago by the first the Aryans, and then the Pisceans. And so today, there is a great
confusion in regards to which goddesses do which things — and as women, our relationships
to them.
So many girls and women have deep wounds within their souls and psyches, brought
about by the destruction of the tribal and familial bonds that we all enjoyed as
a people long ago. This was done intentionally, so that human beings could be better
controlled. And so many women never really knew the love of their mothers, never
had the comfort and friendship of their sisters, and even faced rejection and condemnation
from their own daughters. Our connection as women has been severed and as women
this leaves us shattered, for women are the strands in the web of life. So we call
to Tanech, who is a goddess of weaving, and a Sister who understands that in order
for us to have Heka, we must
also have these filas of strength to all of the divinity that is female. Each of
us bears within us innate beauty and fortitude, if we but allow ourselves to heal.
So we call to Tanech to help us to connect to our sisters of Heka, those who seek out the Divine Feminine, those who seek
out the Liberation of the Great Mother.
And it is in the name of Tanech that I extend a hand to you now, so that you might
feel my Strength, my Fortitude, and see a way to another place.
Yet what of the ache that so many women find buried deep within their own hearts?
A pain that no tears can bury and lay to rest? So many women search and search for
an answer to this hole blasted into us as little girls in a world ruled by the predation
of an enslaving patriarchy — a world borne from the blood of the skulls of our foremothers
as the Aryan Armies fell upon
them long ago. And I say this to you to remember:
The Spirit of the Obstreperous Patriarch
I create a crisis
in your blood soaked eyes,
never wavering before you,
though you seek to daunt me,
like so many before,
you press in,
futile,
yet louder than
the roar of an
obsessed hurricane,
pounding your titanic waves
upon what you hope are
my brittle shores,
only to find a yielding
resistance,
a softness that absorbs the
shock like a
cancer that drinks
radiation in the heat
of the summer sun.
Take heed, my giant
teeth gnasher,
for you spend your
strength in vain.
You will have to prey
upon another,
as I have better
things to do,
than suffer in your
tired war.
Remember that people choose to remain victims. And so they can choose to be free.
And if you do not yet know how to be free, I am here to help you, because I can
love you for the beauty within you. And I can help you to know my Mother, the Great Liberating Mother, for
She Liberates you from all that keeps you from realizing your true Spirit. I can show you how to heal.
So be strong in the face of all that seeks to make you waver and doubt. And more
importantly, be a WOMAN. It is in your very being as a woman, in your body, and
your essence that you hold a connection to the power of the Divine Feminine. We
are not to embrace what it is to be man. We are to embrace all that it is to be
woman.
Unapologetically Woman
My lips yield knowingly to your
pressing stare,
silken gown enshrining me
in its shimmering folds,
I’ll wear no veil,
my hair flowing
like rain down
my supple back,
a mane of freedom,
not encased in the tomb
of their shame,
my eyes locked upon yours,
the palms of my hands, with
their long, slender fingers,
weave themselves over my
voluptuous form,
liking the feel of it,
not starved into the
shape of an adolescent male,
not hindered by the
cloak of their sin,
not hidden from view,
as if it were forbidden fruit
that they sneak a bite of
when no one is looking.
I am not the shed skin
of an evil serpent,
but the supple rhythm of
one coiled, watching,
mysterious in its forthright
stare,
deadly only if
deemed so by those
who fear it,
wrapped luxuriously around those
who understand,
or at least who
seek to.
There is no shame in our bodies, no shame in our sex, and no shame in the essence
of our Waters, our emotions, our tears, our passions. But we must also remember
what is so very important, and that is Love under Will. Because without the presiding,
guiding Will of our Spirit, love can become a trap, a chain, and tool of the
enslavement of our greatest powers. It is in the mistaking of what love is that
has led so many sisters into a black hole of confusion and despair, because they
think that what will cure the pain of their heart is love. And it is not.
What will cure the pain of your heart is
Will. Your heart aches in your
Persona, from all that has hurt you in this lifetime. But there is great
strength and fortitude in your Spirit.
Do not seek out a deity to love you. For thereby will you be hurt. For this is the
most prevalent avenue for demonic possession in women of this age, where women become
yet again a source of food and abuse for all that surrounds them, never understanding
why they continue to shrink into a dark hole of pain, while all they wanted was
to love and to be loved. And they become hollowed out. And they slowly degrade.
And thereby they never know their own power.
It was a lie that you were told that some deity, or some goddess would be your salvation.
This is a lie based upon those who sought to kill and destroy the goddesses in the
first place, to replace Her with a feminized little baby boy, who grows into a gentle
man "to love you." This is a lie. If my words are not Truth, ask yourself this:
Why are you still in so much pain? Why have you not been healed, if what you were
told is true?
Liber Legis III: 55 "Let
Mary inviolate be torn upon wheels: for her sake let all chaste women be utterly
despised among you!"
Why does the Book of Law
say this? Because Mary, whose name is taken from the Sea and from a source of the
Divine Female, is the symbol for the enslavement of the female. Because Mary is
the mother of Shame — she is the mother of your enslavement to the male, for to
emulate Mary you must be chaste, you must be silent, you must be contrite, and you
must cast your eyes down lest you threaten the control of a man. To be like Mary
you must give up all of yourself in sacrifice to others, without a will of your
own.
And the wheels? The Wheel is
what is held in the hand of the Great
Liberating Mother. The Wheel
is the symbol of the Principles of
Existence, borne from Nuit,
the Grandmother, and guarded
and enforced by Babalon Herself.
This, my sisters, is the path that you seek in order to know love. For through these
mysteries you can come to know Her, and you can come to therefore know and yield
in all of your essence to your own Spirit, thereby finally knowing true Love.
But where do you find the comfort that you seek in this journey? Where do you begin
to heal these places that leave shadows upon your soul? Because many of you have
known great pain, great assault, great trauma. This is what the Temple is for. It
is a sanctuary for the sisters. There is a Garden of Gaia, who is your Mother, who we all are born from. Gaia is the soul of this world, and She is the sister
of Nuit, and She can hold you
in Her arms and comfort you the way your human mother should have, the way your
sisters should have, the way your daughter should have, the way your friends should
have. And this Garden is here.
And the Grandmother loves you,
but She is immense. You can reach out to Her every day, and call to Her to guide
you. With your feet upon Gaia,
you can reach up to Nuit every
day, and let Her sing through you.
And you can call to Babalon
to show you the path to your Liberation, so that you may know your own Spirit, find your own
Will, and finally find Love.
It was Pythagoras who said "we come not to teach, but to heal." This he learned
from Initiation into the
Mysteries of the Underworld, and thus the Divine Female. And Socrates said
that all that he learned of love, he learned from Diotima. Diotima was a Priestess in the Eleusinian Mystery Schools. She was a Nine, from the
Lineage of Babalon,
who then went under a different name. Diotima was my Sister. As women, it is time
to join in the reclamation of the Divine Female. This, in part, is Babalon's Will. For She has stated that "we will take back
what is ours." In Nomine Babalon et
Vox Sanctae Meretricis.
Daughter of Ra
 I
hold the light of my Father in each hand, as I wear the crown upon my head. Such
is His nature that where His light shines no truths shall be hidden, and all lies
are betrayed. It is with His light that I behold the truth within you, and this
is how I know who and what you are. It is with His light that I see the Truth of
all things in this, the material Realm.
There are Mysteries of Parentage and Origins, now forgotten and buried. It has long
been understood in the religions of places such as ancient Egypt. A being has Origin
from the source of its Spirit and Parentage from the source of its Manifestation.
Take a moment to contemplate that. Now this truth is further complicated by the
fact that Spirit undergoes
many transformations throughout its existence, which compound its original Origin
with new layers after each major transformation. It is likewise for Parentage, and
even more-so. All things which are born have parents, and Spirit is born many, many times. Each incarnation and manifestation,
whether physical in this Realm or in others, adds more Parentage to the history
of the Spirit. So one can now
see that we have potentially many layers of Origin, and Lineage of Parentage, woven
throughout one's being. These are things taught to us in initiation by the Angels
and spirits of the Realms. And when one begins to understand such concepts that
often confuse the human mind, one can understand how Gods can be both in consort
and be siblings; for Spirit
is not bound in the process of reproduction in the same way that manifest flesh
is. And the DNA involved in flesh is also born of Spirit.
It is in this way that my particular Lineage as a Nine is born both from
Babalon and my Father, Ra. And it is in this way that both I, and Babalon, are Daughters of Ra. The nature of the Spirit of a Nine
is non-human, but not the same as a God, and not a God at all. For the gods have
many children, and their children take many forms.
The Nine have been manifesting
into flesh, or incarnating, for many thousands of years on Earth. We do so in service
of our Mother. And we do so
in service of our Fathers, too. Though our Fathers also serve the Divine Feminine
in many ways, and all are born from the body of
Nuit, for She is the Grandmother,
and Mother of all of life.
There is much written in this modern age concerning non-humans incarnating into
human bodies. Many terms are given to such creatures. Very little is understood,
or true. Yet I can tell you that we come for the accomplishment of our Wills, and this is no different from you. Our Wills are in service to our Lineage, so in my case it is in service of Babalon, my Mother.
We are Nine as the Moon is Nine.
We hold the light of Ra as the Moon holds His light. We are therefore Black, and
we are also therefore Golden. And this Moon rules the tides and the flow of the
Sacred Blood of Life from between the legs of woman. Yet we are taught by our Father
in the matter of the Sacred Blood Rites, for He is Guardian over the potency of
this most Sacred Blood. Most are unaware of this. This is an initiated practice,
which if not performed in the correct manner will breed vile and self-consuming
demons. Such demons also serve my
Mother, as She presides over both the generative and destructive forces
of nature. And they, like the bacteria within one’s bowels, consume that which has
fallen and is no longer balanced and vital.
One may understand, therefore, this relation between Ra Hoor Khu, the Lord of this
Aeon, and Ra - for Ra is tremendous. He is so tremendous that he has both children
and manifestations within time and space. Ra Hoor Khu is one such Incarnation of
the Sun. He is Babalon’s brother.
And it is Ra Hoor Khu, who bears the light of my Father upon him. He is the Guardian
of the Nine, and therefore he
initiates the Daughters directly. He is Guardian and Teacher of the Blood Rites.
We bear his mark, and we bear him within us when he deems us worthy in our incarnations.
And from this Union we bear his child: And this is a greater mystery still.
Ra Hoor speaks in the Book of Law
of the Rites of the Blood Matters. And this is the Sacred Rite under His Authority,
to be performed only by those Priestesses
so Initiated. For in the
Book of Law it is stated:
III:11 "... Ra-Hoor-Khu is with thee. Worship me with fire & blood; worship me with
swords & with spears. Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let blood flow
to my name."
And also:
III:23 "For perfume mix meal & honey & thick leavings of red wine: then oil of Abramelin
and olive oil, and afterward soften & smooth down with rich fresh blood."
III:24. "The best blood is of the moon, monthly: then the fresh blood of a child,
or dropping from the host of heaven: then of enemies; then of the priest or of the
worshippers: last of some beast, no matter what."
And while I shall not address the warrior aspects in the instructions from Our Lord
Ra Hoor here, I shall address his very strict instructions in regards to the Sacred
Blood Rites. Now the “best blood” of the “Moon, monthly” is of course the menstruum.
“The fresh blood of the child” is the blood of birth, while that which is “dropping
from the host of heaven” is the blood of the placenta. These are the preferred bloods,
in the preferred order. These are the Greater Bloods which are to be used in the
Sacred Blood Rites.
Now when Ra Hoor Khu states: “Let the woman be girt with a sword before me: let
blood flow to my name,” He is declaring here the Initiatory process for the Ophidian Priestesses.
There is a test and trial of dedication by the Priestess. If she survives the ordeal, then she is given
a weapon which is both her reward and a sign of her office in service of Ra Hoor
Himself. She is girt with the Sword of Severity and therefore becomes worthy to
be trained in the Blood Matters. She must wield the sword before she can work the
blood. This process of Initiation
is not directed by humans, or even by the
Priestess. This is a magickal, initiatory oath which is only undertaken
by the direction of a God: Ra Hoor Khu. For He is the God of War and Vengeance:
He is the God of Mars and the Moon. And the Sword of Severity is of Mars and the
Sacred Blood is of the Moon. In this way he overseas the Sanctification of an incarnate
Nine. He is the “Hawk-Headed
Lord of Silence & of Strength,” and if He chooses you – it is for eternity. For
the Blood Rites are a Rite of the Demarcation of the Spirit. They transform it. This is a blood oath, a blood
bond. This is a union between an incarnate woman and a spirit, sealed by the Sacred
Blood which exists to nourish new incarnate life.
Once you are wed to a spirit through such an act, this is a Hieros Gamos. This is
an oath, a Fila, a bond which
cannot be broken. Therefore, you will serve this spirit forever, and by doing this
you will birth that which he sends forth. This is undeniable, and this is irrevocable.
Female spirits, including Goddesses, do not accept such blood offerings. Therefore,
if a woman fashions herself a Priestess
and undertakes such actions, she will, often unknowingly, become wed to a demonic
spirit. Forever. In this way, she shall bear its children. In this way, she shall
become abomination.
But under the guardianship of Ra Hoor Khu there is no abomination. The warmth and
beauty of the rays of Ra – our Father – is Truth. A Hieros Gamos with a divine being
can be a way to manifest many things in this Earthly, fleshly Realm. The will of
the Gods bears many fruits, and through the use of a Priestess so dedicated, this sexual magick, this Sacred Union,
this method of manifestation can change this plane, and therefore it can change
both history, and the future.
III: 7. "I will give you a war-engine."
III:8. "With it ye shall smite the peoples; and none shall stand before you."
There is much that lies ahead with Ra Hoor Khu upon His throne. Over time we shall
share a little of what we know, and the rest shall become self-evident. For Ra Hoor
has taken His seat in the East, as His Sister rides the Great Beast that shall set
upon the Western Sky. This is already foretold. May my blood, in the name of my
Lord, bear the Children of Fortune upon Her return.
In Nomine Babalon
I stand before you, Pa-Pa
For I am your Daughter.
RA, it is your light that brings forth all that lingers in the shadows,
for that which betrays all that is great shall fall from the cast of Severity, at
the end of my sword.
He that holds and bears the mark of your Fire upon him knows that he wears your
Truth in darkness.
For midnight is his color. And Silence is his name.
And all that I am, and all that I shall be,
is cast from the Will and essence of my being.
My nature is burning from yours,
and I shall bear the seed of your child,
so that the world shall remain once Death has reclaimed Her.
Pa-Pa,
hold the people in your light,
though they are blinded by it.
For they, upon death, shall surely see it.
And the flowers hold the secrets of your name.
And they tell them only to the Bees,
who fly upon the vestments of the Empress.
I stand naked in your light.
Though I am the embodiment of darkness.
I shall bear the children of Heka,
born from He who bears the crown of your light upon His head.
I shall give in service to Him; for I serve
Babalon, and all is for Her.
And may my blood bear the meaning of my name.
For I have been called Aureavia.
And there is no greater love than what you give,
There is no greater joy.
Woman Girt with a Sword
 While
my Therion prepared for ritual
in the next room, I sat in my asana. This was some 15 years ago now. Breathing deeply,
my eyes closed, I prepared for our Sacred Rites. It was in this place that I felt
the presence behind me. He was powerful. He was familiar. He placed his hand upon
my head, enveloping the Chakra at my crown. The pressure upon my head was as physical
as if a fleshly hand was pressed there, yet his body is not flesh. It is Fire. He
is Michael. He is the Angel of Fire. And He is the Angel of the Sun.
And He said, “Una La Sai La Mantu”.
His energy became a pressure upon my Anahata, as I saw a gleaming, golden sword
just as he placed it through my Anahata and into the core of my manifest, fleshly
being. My Spirit had been changed.
I had been given my first sword, and though I knew it not at the time, I had begun
my path to the Underworld Realms,
where Ra Hoor would send me and forge me from gold into steel. This was the pathway
of my Lineage. This is the
journey I must take, for to reclaim my birthright, I must pass back over the River
Lethe, back into the Underworld
so that my Spirit, now in matter,
can regain its power, its understanding and realize its Will. For I am a Nine.
I am a Daughter. And I am sent to this physical Realm by Babalon with purpose. I am Noboramantu.
My Therion asked Michael in
an audience with him many years later the meaning of this message, “Una La Sai La
Mantu.”
Michael: “That is in relation to Noboramantu. This is a part of the Noble Lineage based upon the Daughters of Ra, which is steered
by the Sword through incarnations. The God Mantu, Mentu. The white faced bull from
the era that you write of the Goddess Age of the Bull and the Moon. It is all in
relation to the connection between the Lunar Orphic abilities of the Priestesses and the, in the case of the Daughters of Babalon,
the connection between Ra and the Daughters of Ra and their union of the Sun and
the Moon in ability in these particular types of women.”
T: “So Mentu is the God overseeing that process…”
Mi: “Mentu was a bull-headed Guardian God, similar to the Titans.”
T: “ Titans... then similar
to … the Minotaur of myth.”
Mi: “Yes. But he was in bull form as most of the Guardians of that Age were. The
Guardians of the Lunar aspect, the Guardians of that portion of the Midnight Sun that is Lunar, have a bull head. The correlation,
therefore, is between the Bull, the Moon, and the Brotherhood [of the Midnight Sun].”
He then explained that this language was from the people of ancient Iberia, and
the old Goddess cults which lived in the Garden of Hesperides there. It is a language
in which many of the Nine often
speak when manifesting. This, then, is an examination of the Lineage of the Noboramantu:
The Woman Girt with a Sword. For the sword is not a symbol of Air as some say. That
is the dagger. It must be understood that “symbol” is not an accurate understanding
of what are tools in Heka, and
what are weapons.
The sword pertains to the Realm of Mars, and also to the Lineage, as Michael said. Mars is the Realm of the Necessity
of Will, or as stated once years ago by Kamael, “The Nature of Mars is the necessity
of Purpose.” Michael wields the Sword in the Sun. The Sword is one’s Will. It is purity as it reflects the Sovereign Light of
one’s own Origin, one’s own Star,
one’s own Spirit. It is wielded
therefore as one’s Will, and
in Mars it is the necessity of one’s
Will that dictates (or is supposed to) the path of one’s incarnation. So,
as a Nine, my incarnations are
directed by the Will of my essence,
the Will of my Spirit, in service of
Babalon. And since the Royal Heritage of my Lineage as a Daughter of
Babalon, as a Daughter of Ra, is meant to incarnate into this physical Realm to
manifest Her here, in presence, in message, in Understanding, and now as part of
the Reclamation of this planet in Her Name – it is done under what we have been
taught is the Three Swords of the Alliance. And this is a greater mystery of the
Sword. This is a greater Mystery of the Daughters of Ra.
There were many days after my Awakening that I spent in dedication to my Father,
Ra. I sat under the tutelage of the Nine.
It was during one of the rituals with Ra and the Nine, that I was given the second Sword. And it was a humbling
moment, amid the chanting of the mantras of the
Nine, that the flash of gold came before me.
Had á Had i an an a Had a á a san i-a a
Had á Had i an sana sana a san i-a a
Had á Had i an se heh had í a san ia a
Had á Had i a sana he di a san a
Had á Had i a san ia a Hed i a sen i a a
Had á Had i a han a hed i a sá á á a
Had á had i a han a se di a hani a ha h
Had á Had i á sa di á á Ha di a san a
...
Again, the sword pierced my Anahata, and followed the path of the first sword. These
swords were weapons against demons, as they came first from the hand of Michael,
and now from the hand of Ra. This was the beginning of the restriction of the Circumference.
For the path of the Priestess
is from the outside, in. We are born from
Nuit, as female, and therefore we are born as a circumference. In order
to achieve Hadit, the point
of light, we must hone ourselves inwardly to the core of our Spirit. In this way, we achieve our power in the temporal,
physical Realm.
The Book of Law III: 45 says: “Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then
will I breed from her a child mightier than all the kings of the earth. I will fill
her with joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu: she shall
achieve Hadit.”
For Ra Hoor Khuit is both a Guardian and a teacher of the Nine. As is Michael in the Angelic Realms. And it is through
their initiations in Fire, in the Sun, and in Mars that an Ophidian Priestess
is forged into the point of light. Her Spirit, Her Core, Her Essense is forged into
the Sword that She wields in service of Ra Hoor Khu, and His Sister Babalon. A woman is girt with a sword when she has persevered
through these trials, through these ordeals.
III: 32. “From gold forge steel!”
And with these two swords within my soul, with these marks upon my Spirit, my path through the gates of the Underworld began under the watchful eyes of Baphometis,
for the Torch lights the way. This can be seen in the Hermit’s lamp - the burning
of the Sun in the darkest of dark. A Vesper once spoke to us of Ra as He passes
through the Underworld.
She said:
“This is why the Serpent swallowed
Ra. Because in the Underworld,
he is protected within the body of the
Serpent. It is not that his light is stopped. It is that it is veiled. This
is why the Torch Bearer
may bring a light into the Underworld.”
The light of the torch is the Fire of the Sun. The Underworld is a Realm of the Divine Female, and as such it
is a Realm of Darkness. But just as there are points of light within the body of
Nuit that burn brightly as Stars,
so there are points of light in the
Underworld, born by the Torch-bearers
who are guides, and who are also guardians.
Baphometis, a Torch-bearer
and a mystery to most, is the Guardian of the Gateway between the Elemental Realms
and the Underworld Realms.
And here we shall make the Sign of Silence and say no more.
One must remember that the Underworld
is a place of many deaths. With each death comes transformation of the Soul, the Spirit,
and thus the Persona. It is
not uncommon for an Adept to
become strange to mundanes, given that she or he is no longer the same kind of creature
that they are. When one speaks from beyond veils, one can seem strange, and difficult
to comprehend. This was the meaning behind the term in English, “degrees”, when
denoting station of spiritual attainment. This was supposed to indicate a certain
transformation had taken place. Now in most orders it indicates not much more than
a particular handshake, perhaps some secret words from the minds of men, a false
sense of self-importance and status.
There is much suffering in death for the
Persona. There is much pain. This pain extends beyond the psyche, beyond
the emotions, the behavioral complex and into the body itself. Often such deaths
take time. Sometimes years. So one can imagine the Fortitude that is created by
perseverance. One can see how, as one lies upon Vulcan’s anvil, that the soft, pretty
gold can be hammered into the strongest of steel. Gold, though pretty, has no real
use. It is soft. It is malleable. It is an excellent conductor of energy. But by
itself, it is weak and easily damaged. This is no different than the Persona.
Now, how can I describe being in the presence of Ra Hoor Khu? For whilst Ra has
the tremendous power and destructive force of the ultimate Fire, He bears this as
a father does, with a presence of love and kindness towards His children. But what
of the God of War and of Vengeance? He is a manifestation of Severity. And he encompasses
the ultimate threat of the extremity of male virility. His energy is raw potency.
And his command is swift and complete. Ra Hoor Khu is not long of word. Imagine
the way the eye of the hawk would pierce the layers of your Soul much like the talons
pierce the eyes of its prey when he hunts. There is nothing that escapes His attention.
There is nothing that angers him like deception. There is no compassion. There is
only Justice. Nothing survives His presence except that which is Justified according to the Principles.
But in those earlier days I found myself before my Lord, Ra Hoor Khu. I was on my
knees, giving offering of the Best Blood – my Moon, monthly. These Sacred Rites
are for the Sun, only. And specifically, it is Ra Hoor Khu who not only teaches
these ways secretly to the Priestesses,
but is the Guardian of them as well. I was new to these Rites, but I followed the
guidance of my Spirit, and
that of my Guardians, the Seven, and the
Nine.
As I invoked Ra Hoor Khu with all that is my passion, and gave with all that is
my Soul, He came to stand before
me. I will not imply or even let pass the suggestion that this is commonplace, even
for one such as myself. Ra Hoor Khu does not come into this Realm often. He has
no need to. So to have Him manifest before me is a great honor, and one that I cherish
every time, though rare it is, that I am given such a gift. His presence is one
that fills the body with awe. And it was time. It was time for my third and final
Sword.
I knelt, naked before Him. The incense was burning for Him, with Abramelin and the
offering of Sacred Blood that feeds the child. And with His Force upon me I knew
I was beholden to do only one thing: and that was to yield to all that He is. Even
if that meant that I would burn and cease to be.
Oh, how the body of his Energy moved slowly over me, up me, through me. The Fire
of Mars, the Water of the Moon, boiling over my calves, my thighs; entering me,
encompassing me, taking me as His own. There is an intensity in the Spirit at the moment of Death. The release of the Spirit from the body at that moment is akin to us in
the flesh as an orgasm, but one that is so intense that the body would burst if
it had to sustain it for more than a mere second, if that. It is a bliss that daunts
the senses. It is something I have been shown twice in this incarnation, and even
with my immense capacity for energy, I can only bear it but a moment. There is no
word in our language for me to use to show you.
This, my loves, is “sex magick.” It is not a talismanic process, nor is it a way
for the Persona to gain any
sort of item, possession, desire or whim. This enjoining of Spirit in a transformative way is the real meaning of “sex
magick.” It is a most Sacred Heka.
It is a true Mystery of
Babalon.
Released from His grasp, I lay spent, and humbled. The meaning of such moments often
comes over much time, but I knew then that I was forever changed, and I knew that
I was forever bound. There is no greater oath in Heka than a Blood Oath. There is no greater Fila than one of Sexual
Heka, for the energy that engenders incarnation itself is the most
potent energy in this physical Realm. I am forever bound to Ra Hoor Khu. This is
a Hieros Gamos. I am Blood Bound.
I had been girt with the Sword – the Sword of Ra Hoor Khu. It has been burned upon
my Soul, seared within my Spirit. I bear three swords:
the Sword of Fire, the Sword of the Sun, and the Sword of Severity from the hand
of Ra Hoor Khu himself. Woman Girt with a Sword is the hidden Hierophant. She is
the Initiator. She is the Warrior. And She is the Priestess of Fire and of Water:
a Priestess of Babalon.
From gold forge steel. I am a weapon in Her War of Reclamation. I am a Sword in
Her Hand.
In Nomine Babalon et Vox Sancte Meretricis.
Beast
 I
have been told that there is a Great
Beast, and that this Beast
has a Great Work. I have not seen this, but what I have seen is the impermanence
of manifest existence, and that words are at best salutations to the Sylphs in the
Golden Temple in the Sky. They are watching everything that happens here. I advise
you to pay homage to them.
What then is this Beast?
The Golden Temple in the Sky sits below a very dark place. It is a place that is
so dark that it blinds whomever views it with a great and terrible light. This has,
for thousands of years, been called the “light of god.” And from this light words
are spoken. First one word, and then many, many more.
The Sylphs sit below this terrible place in the most beautiful Temple, made from
the very lightness of being. It is made from purity, and from balance, and from
Truth. It is Beauty, and it is the via sapientia. For all who sit there speak no
words, though they diligently anoint the fonts of this Temple with the sincerest
sentiments borne there on the wings of all of the flying creatures of this world,
be it the tiniest moth, or the mightiest of eagles.
There are many more words, however, that they watch the winds carry higher, destined,
as it were, for the “light of god.” This is the realm of the Great Beast, and one of the sentiments there is that “there
is no god but man.”
A man is not known for the greatness of his words. A man is known by the greatness
of his Silence.
There is a beast that guards the Four Gates. There is a beast that guards each river
in the Underworld. What
is this beast? What is this beast that draws the Chariot of My Mother? This beast
that She rides upon? This beast that guards Her Women? This beast that sits at the
end of Her leash? She stands upon him. This Beast. This Lion. He is a silent beast. He is virile. He is strong. He
is legendary, this beast.
And while the one beast celebrates the engorgement of Choronzon, who is also at the end of Babalon’s leash, the other beast serves in the Kingdom
of the Underworld Realm,
for he possesses great courage, great fortitude, and is willing to fight and to
die on a daily basis. This is the Realm of the Black Moon, and this beast belongs
to the Brotherhood.
So then, what could dwell in such a hellish place that sits aloft of such a heavenly
Temple? It is said that his eyes are so terrible that they turn men to stone, and
men’s blood to ice, and men’s souls into ashes.
Be not mistaken, my beloved. One beast serves himself, and one beast serves something
greater. One beast is forever full of more things to say. And one beast is Silent.
And so one man finds his way to the light of god, and yet no one goes to the Temple
of Light but the spirits of the Air. There is no Heaven.
It should not take a lifetime, my beloved, to find your Purpose, your Will. It should take your lifetime to work to achieve it.
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