Glory unto the Scarlet Woman, Babalon the Mother of Abominations, 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.
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 Sacrament, the wine of the Sabbath; and in
the Holy Assembly hath she poured it out for her worshippers, and they
had become drunken thereon, so that face to face they beheld my Father.
Thus are they made worthy to become partakers of the Mystery of this holy
Thus are they made worthy to become partakers of the Mystery of this holy
vessel, for the blood is the life. So sitteth she from age to age, and the
righteous are never weary of her kisses, and by her murders and fornications
she seduceth the world. Therein is manifested the glory of my Father, who is truth.
This is the Mystery of Babylon, the Mother of abominations, and this is the
This is the Mystery of Babylon, the Mother of abominations, and this is the
mystery of her adulteries, for she hath yielded up herself to everything that
liveth, and hath become a partaker in its mystery. And because she hath made
herself the servant of each, therefore is she become the mistress of all.
Not as yet canst thou comprehend her glory.
Beautiful art thou, O Babylon, and desirable, for thou hast given thyself to
Beautiful art thou, O Babylon, 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. Therefore art thou called
Understanding, O Babylon, Lady of the Night!
O Babylon, Babylon, thou mighty Mother, that ridest upon the crown d beast,
Understanding, O Babylon, Lady of the Night!
O Babylon, Babylon, thou mighty Mother, that ridest upon the crown d beast,
let me be drunken upon the wine of thy fornications; let thy kisses
wanton me unto death, that even I, thy cup-bearer, may understand.
Aleister Crowley (1875 – 1947)
From “THE VISION AND THE VOICE”
Cry of the 12th Aethyr,
Which is Called LOE
Aleister Crowley (1875 – 1947)
From “THE VISION AND THE VOICE”
Cry of the 12th Aethyr,
Which is Called LOE
External links:
Aleister Crowley (Wikipedia)
Babalon (Wikipedia)
