BABALON - TEMPLUM BABALONIS

TEMPLUM BABALONIS

Questo è il segreto del Santo Graal, che è il sacro vessillo di nostra Signora la Donna Scarlatta, Babalon la Madre delle Abominazioni, la sposa del Caos, che cavalca sul nostro Signore la Bestia. (Liber CHETH)

"In Nomine Babalon et Vox Sanctae Meretricis"

La stella a sette punte è il simbolo scelto da Aleister Crowley per simboleggiare Nostra Signora BABALON, la personificazione Thelemica della sfera Kabbalistica di Binah. Le sette punte sono le sette lettere del nome Babalon, i sette pianeti, i sette "veli", ed i sette chakras. BABALON è una variazione di "Babilonia" usata da Aleister Crowley, anche riferita come "La Donna Scarlatta", e "Avatar dell'Undicesima Ora". Derivata dalla Meretrice di Babilonia menzionata nel Libro della Rivelazione, Babalon, nel sistema Thelemico rappresenta la libera espressione della propria natura sessuale, spirituale e terrena che, cavalcando sulla Bestia, rappresenta l'unione e la gnosi della propria vera Volontà.

da: The Birth of Babalon
Io riderò ed amerò e seguirò la sua danza
quando la collera di Dio sarà finita
E non più sogno d'inferno e d'odio
nella Nascita di BABALON

"She is come new born as a mortal maid forgetting her high estate, She has opened her arms to pain and death and dared the doom of fate."

Jack Parson

"Lei ha preso forma in una nuova nascita come una fanciulla mortale dimenticando la sua alta condizione, Lei ha aperto le sue braccia al dolore e alla morte ed ha sfidato il destino."
Jack Parson

The Cry of the 2nd Aethyr,
Which is Called ARN1

..::NIKE BABALON::..

Victory to the Mother.
Victory to V.V.V.V.V.
Victory to Teletarchai, in the name of the Secret Master.
Victory to Baphomet and his disciples.
Victory to the Lord, the Supreme Initiator.
Victory, victory, victory to To Mega Therion.
Victory to the most Supreme Initiator.
Victory to the Brothers, who dwell in the City of the Pyramids.
Victory, victory to the Beast and the Scarlet Woman.
Victory, victory to the Perfect Magician.
Victory to the Master who grants Success.
Victory to Agape, victory to Thelema.
Victory, victory to the Law of Thelema.
Victory, victory to the Prophet of the Law.
Victory, victory to the Bride of Chaos.
Victory, victory to Her who fulfils all desires.
Victory, victory to Her who rides upon the Beast.
Victory, victory, victory, victory to the name
"The Mother of Abominations."

..::NIKE BABALON::..

Vittoria alla Madre.
Vittoria a V.V.V.V.V.
Vittoria a Teletarchai, nel nome del Segreto Maestro.
Vittoria a Baphomet ed i suoi discepoli.ù
Vittoria al Signore, il Supremo Iniziatore.
Vittoria, vittoria, vittoria a To Mega Therion.
Vittoria al più Supremo Iniziatore.
Vittoria ai Fratelli, che dimorano nella Città delle Piramidi.
Vittoria, vittoria alla Bestia e alla Donna Scarlatta.
Vittoria, vittoria al Perfetto Mago.
Vittoria al Maestro che garantisce il Successo.
Vittoria a Agape, vittoria a Thelema.
Vittoria, Vittoria alla Legge di Thelema.
Vittoria, vittoria al Profeta della Legge.
Vittoria, vittoria alla Sposa del Caos.
Vittoria, vittoria a Lei che soddisfa tutti i desideri.
Vittoria, vittoria a Lei che cavalca sulla Bestia.
Vittoria, vittoria, vittoria, vittoria al nome
"La Madre delle Abominazioni"

..::A RHAPSODY TO OUR LADY::..

Blessed be She, Ay Blessed unto the Ages be Our Lady BABALON, that plieth Her Scourge upon me, even upon me, To Mega Therion, to compel me to Creation and to Destruction, which are One, in Birth and in Death, being Love!
Blessed be She, uniting the Egg with the Serpent, and restoring Man unto his Mother the Earth!
Blessed be She, that offereth Beauty and Ecstasy in the Orgasm of every Change, and that exciteth thy Wonder and thy Worship by the contemplation of Her mind many-wiled.
Blessed be She, that hath filled Her Cup with every Drop of my Blood, so that my Life is lost wholly in the Wine of Her Rapture! Behold, how She is drunken thereon, and staggereth about the Heavens, wallowing in Joy, crying aloud the Song of uttermost Love!
Is not She thy true mother among the Stars, o my Son, and hast not thou embraced Her in the Maddness of Incest and of Adultery?
Yea, blessed be She, blessed be Her Name, and the Name of Her Name, unto the Ages!

(from Liber Aleph vel CXI, The Book of Wisdom and Folly, by The Master Therion)

.::UNA RAPSODIA A NOSTRA SIGNORA::..

Benedetta sia Lei, Sì benedetta sia nelle Ere Nostra Signora BABALON, che infligge il suo Flagello su di me, persino su di me, To Mega Therion, obbliga me alla Creazione e alla Distruzione, che sono Uno, nella Nascita e nella Morte, essendo Amore!
Benedetta sia Lei, che unisce l’Uovo con il Serpente, che restituisce l’Uomo a sua Madre la Terra!
Benedetta sia Lei, che offre Bellezza ed Estasi nell’Orgasmo di ogni Cambiamento, e che eccita la tua Meraviglia e la tua Adorazione nella contemplazione della sua Mente dai molti inganni. Benedetta sia Lei, che ha riempito la Sua Coppa con ogni Goccia del mio Sangue, così che la mia Vita si è perduta totalmente nel Vino del Suo Rapimento!
Guarda, Lei come è ubriaca, e barcolla vicino ai Paradisi, si rotola nella Gioia, gridando forte la Canzone dell’ultimo Amore! Non è Lei la tua vera madre insieme alle Stelle, o figlio mio, e non l’hai tu abbracciata nella Follia dell’Incesto e dell’Adulterio? Sì, benedetta sia Lei, benedetto sia il Suo Nome, ed il Nome del Suo Nome, in tutte le Ere!

(da Liber Aleph vel CXI, Il Libro della Saggezza e della Follia, di Master Therion)

WARATAH BLOSSOMS

Seven are the veils of the dancing girl
in the harem of It.
Seven are the names
and seven are the lamps beside Her bed.
Seven eunuchs guard Her with drawn sword;
No man may come nigh unto Her.
In Her wine-cup are seven streams of blood
of the Seven Spirits of God.
Seven are the heads of The Beast whereon She rideth.
The head of an Angel: the head of a Saint:
the head of a Poet: the head of an Adulterous woman:
the head of a Man of Valour: the head of a Satyr:
and the head of a Lion-Serpent.
Seven letters hath Her holiest name; and it is

This is the Seal upon the Ring that is on the Forefinger of IT: and it is the Seal upon the Tombs of them whom She hath slain.

Here is Wisdom. Let Him that hath Understanding count the Number of Our Lady; for it is the Number of a Woman; and Her Number is An Hundred and Fifty and Six.

(from The Book of Lies, by The Master Therion)

I FIORI DI WARATAH

Sette sono i veli della ragazza danzante
nel Suo harem.
Sette sono i nomi
e sette sono le lampade accanto al Suo letto.
Sette eunuchi La guardano con spada sguainata;
Nessun uomo può venire a Lei durante la notte.
Nella Sua coppa di vino sono sette fiotti di sangue
dei Sette Spiriti di Dio.
Sette sono le Teste della Bestia che Lei cavalca.
La testa dell’Angelo: la testa del Santo:
la testa del Poeta: la testa della Donna adultera:
la testa dell’Uomo di Valore: la testa del Satiro:
e la testa di un Leone-Serpente.
Sette lettere ha il Suo Santissimo nome; ed è

Questo il Sigillo sull’Anello che si trova al Suo dito indice: ed è il Sigillo sulle Tombe di coloro che Lei ha assassinato.

Qui è la Saggezza. Lasciate che Colui che ha Comprensione conti il Numero di Nostra Signora; dato che esso è il numero di una Donna; e il Suo Numero è Cento e Cinquanta e Sei.

(da The Book of Lies, di Master Therion)

The Birth of Babalon

What is the tumult among the stars
that have shone so still till now?
What are the furrows of pain and wrath
upon the immortal brow?

Why is the face of God turned grey
and his angels all grown white?
What is the terrible ruby star
that burns down the crimson night?

What is the beauty that flames so bright
athwart the awful dawn?
She has taken flesh, she is come to judge
the thrones ye rule upon.

Quail ye kings for an end is come
in the birth of BABALON.

I have walked three dreadful nights away
in halls beyond despair,
I have given marrow and tears and sweat
and blood to make her fair.

I have lain my love and smashed my heart
and filled her cup with blood,
That blood might flow from the loins of woe
to the cup of brotherhood.

The cities reel in the shout of steel
where the sword of war is drawn.
Sing ye saints for the day is come
in the birth of BABALON.

Now God has called for his judgement book
and seen his name therein
And the grace of God and the guilt of God
have spelt it out as sin

His bloody priests have clutched his robes
and stained his linen gown
And his victims swarm from his broken hell
to drag his kingdom down.

O popes and kings and the little gods
are sick and sad and wan
To see the crimson star that bursts
like blood upon the dawn

While trumpets sound and stars rejoice
at the birth of BABALON.

BABALON is too beautiful
for sight of mortal eyes
She has hidden her loveliness away
in lonely midnight skies,

She has clothed her beauty in robes of sin
and pledged her heart to swine
And loving and giving all she has
brewed for saints immortal wine.

But now the darkness is riven through
and the robes of sin are gone,
And naked she stands as a terrible blade
and a flame and a splendid song

Naked in radiant mortal flesh
at the Birth of BABALON.

She is come new born as a mortal maid
forgetting her high estate,
She has opened her arms to pain and death
and dared the doom of fate,

And death and hell are at her back,
but her eyes are bright with life,
Her heart is high and her sword is strong
to meet the deadly strife,

Her voice is sure as the judgement trump
to crack the house of wrong,
Though walls are high and stone is hard
and the rule of hell was long

The gates shall fall and the irons break
in the Birth of BABALON.

Her mouth is red and her breasts are fair
and her loins are full of fire,
And her lust is strong as a man is strong
in the heat of her desire,

And her whoredom is holy as virtue is foul
beneath the holy sky,
And her kisses will wanton the world away
in passion that shall not die.

Ye shall laugh and love and follow her dance
when the wrath of God is gone
And dream no more of hell and hate
in the Birth of BABALON.

From Tannhauser by A. Crowley

Isis art thou, and from thy life are fed
All showers and suns, all moons that wax and wane,
All stars and streams, the living and the dead,
The mystery of pleasure and of pain
Thou art the mother, thou the speaking sea
Thou art the earth, and its fertility,
Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness return to thee
To Thee!
Hathoor am I, and to my beauty drawn
All glories of the Universe bow down,
The blossom and the mountain and the dawn
Fruits blush, and women, our creations crown
I am the priest, the sacrifice, the shrine
I the love and life of the divine
Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness are surely mine,
Are Mine!
Venus art thou, the love and light of earth,
The wealth of kisses, the delight of tears
The barren pleasures never came to birth,
The endless infinite delight of years.
Thou art the shrine at which my long desire
Devoured me with intolerable fire.
Thou wert song, music, passion, death upon my lyre--
My lyre.
I am the Grail and I the glory now;
I am the flame and fuel of thy breast
I am the star of God upon thy brow;
*mI am the queen, enraptured and possessed,
Hide thee sweet river, welcome to thee, sea
Ocean of love that shall encompass thee
Life, death, love, hatred, light, darkness return to me--
To me!

From Every women is a star

Yea I, the Beast, my Scarlet Whore bestriding me, naked

Man's torture chamber had tools inexhaustibly varied; at one end murder crude and direct to subtler, more callous, starvation; at the other moral agonies, from tearing her child from her breast to threatening her with a rival when her service had blasted her beauty.

Most masterful man, yet most cunning, was not thy supreme stratagem to band the woman's own sisters against her, to use their knowledge of her psychology and the cruelty of their jealousies to avenge thee on thy slave as thou thyself hadst neither wit nor spite to do?

And woman, weak in body, and starved in mind; woman, morally fettered by her heroic oath to save the race, no care of cost, helpless and hard, endured these things, endured from age to age. Hers was no loud spectacular sacrifice, no cross on a hill-top, with the world agaze, and monstrous miracles to echo the applause to heaven. She suffered and triumphed in most shameful silence; she had no friend, no follower, none to aid or approve. For thanks she had but maudlin flatteries, and knew what cruel-cold scorn the hearts of men scarce cared to hide.

She agonized, ridiculous and obscene; gave all her beauty and strength of maidenhood to suffer sickness, weakness, danger of death, choosing to live the life of a cow -- so mankind might sail the sea of time.

She knew that man wanted nothing of her but service of his base appetites; in his true manhood-life she had no part nor lot; and all her wage was his careless contempt.

She hath been trampled thus through all the ages, and she hath tamed them thus. Her silence was the token of her triumph.

But now the word of me the Beast is this; not only art thou woman, sworn to a purpose not thine own; thou art thyself a star, and in thyself a purpose to thyself. Not only mother of men art thou, or whore to men; serf to their need of life and love, not sharing in their light and liberty; nay, thou art mother and whore for thine own pleasure; the word I say to man I say to thee no less: Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law!

From: The Vision and the Voice – by A.Crowley

"Glory unto the Scarlet Woman, BABALON, the Mother of Abomination, that rideth upon the Beast, for She hath spilt their blood in every corner of the earth, and lo! She hath mingled it in the cup of Her whoredom."
"With the breath of Her kisses hath she fermented it, and it hath become the wine of the Sabbath; and in the Holy Assembly hath She poured it out for Her worshippers; and they have become drunken thereon, so that face to face they beheld my Father. Thus are they made worthy to partake of the mystery of this holy vessel, for the blood is the life."
"Beautiful art thou O BABALON, and desirable, for thou hast given Thyself to everything that liveth, and thy weakness hath subdued their strength. For in that union Thou didst understand. There- fore art Thou called Understanding, O BABALON, Lady of the Night."
"O my God, in one last rapture let me attain to the union of the one with the many. For She is Love, and Her Love is one, and She has divided theone love into infinite loves, and each love is one, and equal with the One, and therefore is She passed from the Assembly and the Law and the enlightenment into the anarchy of solitude and darkness. For ever thus must She veil the brilliance of Herself."

From: The Gnostic Mass

PRIEST
"O circle of stars whereof our Father is but the younger brother, marvel beyond imagination, soul of infinite space, before whom time is ashamed, the mind bewildered, and the understanding dark, not unto thee may we attain unless thine image be love. Therefore by seed and root and stem and bud and leaf and flower and fruit do we invoke thee."

BABALON
"But to love me is better than all things; if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart and the serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou be willing to give all. But whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of earth in splendour and pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich head- dress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me! to me! Sing the rap- turous love songs unto me! Burn to me perfume! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you! I am the blue lidded daughter of sunset, I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night sky. To me. To me."

Scroll the First
With the Monkey on the Rock

..::B A B A L O N::..

Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
Rue not now guilt the Devil's dagger who draw!
I swear toward theWest
On BABALON'S bold breast.
I swear toward the South
on Her mad merry mouth.
I swear towards the East
On Her Cup fiery-fleeced.
I swear towards the North
On Her Disk savage-swarth.
I swear toward the Height
On Her five fingers' Spite.
I swear towards the Deep
On Her soul's smiling sleep.
I swear towards the Centre
By Her and Him that sent Her.
I swear this Oath
of Troth
To BABALON--
My own
Sister, and Scarlet
Harlot;
I am Her Priest
The BEAST,
To bring to birth
On earth
My word of awe,
The Law
Of Will, above
Its Love.
To BABALON
Alone
This tempered Oath
Of Troth
In Her chaste Cup
Seal up!

This poem is believed to be the opening poem in Crowley's "Book of Oaths".

SONG FOR BABALON

by Sor.'.Nema

published in "Cincinnati Journal of Ceremonial Magick"
Volume I, Number 2, 1977
with permission
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There stands a woman, all arrayed in light.
She is the shadowed mistress of the night,
She is the sun-clad mistress of the day
For all Freemen who stride their true Will's way.

The woman rises in the east ...
She is the scarlet rider of the Beast;
And in her hand a chalice now she holds,
A lotus-cup a-wrought of beaten gold.

BABALON! my Lady, girt with silver sword,
Whose name is given as a power-word ...
Behold thy lover, travelled from afar,
Impaled upon thy seven-pointed star.
And thou, like Magdalen beneath Christ's Rood,
Do capture in the chalice all his blood.

For not one drop's to be witheld from thee,
O BABALON! Whose dance will set men free,
Each as a Star, to love his fellow-man
And tread the hillside foot-paths of Lord Pan.

O BABALON! IO PAN! to Ye all hail!
Holy donors of the living Grail ...
O Beast! O Scarlet Woman, BABALON,
We will unite before this Aeon's gone.

As Children of the Sun, arrayed in light,
Like thee, my Lady, armored mirror-bright.
Upon our brows, Heru's crown glows and gleams,
The Silent Babe encircles all our dreams.
Of love and life and laughter, we take our fill
And live the Law of Love, Love under Will.

per Nema