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.
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