Proudly she walks out from the west;
A goddess to be sure and blessed
Draped in a single robe of blue;
Flecked with silver stars so true

Behold! She bears the Holy Grail;
On the boat of a million years we sail
Lo! She’s armed with the sword;
Towards the east to greet her lord

Warrior priestess like Laura Kroft;
Hard as steel and yet so soft
Holding heritage a hostage to love;
Gift of the great goddess above

Trained in the arts to escape disaster;
Sexy Shaolin, Jedi master
Liquid waves of Grail poured;
Balance of the disc and sword

Fighting daemons, the good shall win;
Seven devils cast out like Magdalene
Given gold by noble kings;
‘In the name of love’ the angel sings

The Holy vessel fills and flows;
The violet veil parts and shows
All life nourished from mother’s breast;
In joy we dissolve back to the west.

...and then there I am. Staring into the star-flecked canopy of God’s wondrous creation. Amazed and enchanted by this divine spectacle of magnanimous proportion. When was the last time you looked around you at this marvel of life and saw the profound connectedness of all things? I’m not holding myself above or below you, just asking an honest question, I feel is so important to the growth and spiritual emancipation of this planet! Who am I? A knight. Yes. Didn’t get my title from inside some delicious morning cereal box nor from any certain historical recreation society with good intentions yet lacking any charters dating back 888 years. No, I had to swear to defend women, children and pilgrims to the holy land. That’s always a double edge sword too. “What land is the holy land?” The skeptics inquire with a snooty smirk. It’s all holy! Yes, by God! It’s all one holy galaxy of sacredness and spirituality. In our Templar ceremonies the Passion play revolves around Jerusalem and our trip from Europe, through the Mediterranean, etc. Yet as I took my oath on the Holy Bible and crossed swords, I imagined, (in my own limited imagination), the whole of creation as a circle of harmony. That all of God’s profound and beautiful emanations had the right to live in peace. So live in peace! Is it not already the 21st century? Sweet Christ, (I say that with full faith, never in vain) can we all pretty-please learn to love one another?! OK, now here we are star-crossed, galactic companions on a quest for illumination. “What is this light?” some ask. and that is the million (American) dollar question. Well, what is light for one is total and utter darkness for others and each of us has our own cognition and Kabballah. What is this kabballah that Madonna and these spiritual folks keep mentioning? No, you don’t have to be a famous Hollywood celebrity, nor one of the Jewish faith, (these are great though, wouldn’t you say?) Anyway, Kabballah is a fancy word for seeing God in all things. These divine signs and cosmic synchronicities when looked at in the positive reaffirm this connectedness. To the fearful they represent some horrifying global conspiracy. O God, could it be…

…the Illuminati?! Yes, the light bringers, that’s right baby, carriers of the sacred torch of TRUTH. People throughout history have fallen prey to misinformation and we are here to burst that tiny bubble of falsehood and slavery. Those who hurt, hurt themselves, those who love? That’s us, the lovers, the dreamers, the agents for positive social change. Beyond any limited belief system or B.S. (as the famous brother Robert Anton Wilson coined). There is nothing more to fear! No more time to be wasted being a slave. Harsh? Hey, I can’t make this stuff up. Seriously, wake the ‘F’ up! No matter what countless rabbis, priests, masters, gurus, swamis and chiefs had metaphysicallized about what happens after this, what is known is that you are only here once. So be here now! Dass is right, so says Sir Mark the knight. Just trying to shed some light. There’s that word again, just like in the beginning. There is a divine harmony that connects everything within and without us, so marvelous and magnificent to be the central theme to all philosophies and religions the world over. As I said, I can’t make this stuff up. I’m just a vehicle for the Most High, ambassador to the Secret Chiefs who have sent many avatars to spread the message of boundless love and compassion. There exists a balance in life to prepare us carbon-based units for the NEXT STEP. Our human history has shown that we are progressing towards the infinite. Unlimited possibilities in our journey for freedom and equality. Yin/Yang style tight-rope walk towards a more symbiotic co-existence where the lines of separation become more blurred till we bring that holistic, healing energy to its beautiful alchemical marriage of uttermost joy and bliss! A cosmic orgasm of potentials! AUM. IAO. AMEN.

Back to Babalon, that sexy goddess that so many fanatical, slave institutions have tried to destroy. They can’t seem to do it though. Hmmm, interesting. Speaking of Eros and what people want to do when they find her, you can’t destroy what is an essential part of existence. She is the sacred Sophia, the Mother of God. It takes two to Tango my great grandmother used to say. True that! The paradox would be hilarious if it wasn’t so damn short-sighted and dangerous. These same morons think that God is a giant phallus who doesn’t need his sacred counterpart, the yoni. The holy trinity has been disrespected by these same fools as they try to erase the mother’s role and rightful place. Yet, no matter how many ‘witches’ or books they burn, she can’t be kept down. Now that’s some power! As I babal-ON, traveling the ethyric vibration of supra-consciousness to share with my fellow humans these important transmissions. Rhapsodizing as only a poet can, to elucidate on age-old knowledge that at one time was only given to an inner circle of initiates.

Why the secrecy? Well, read a history book. My Jewish, Rosicrucian, pagan, Afro, gypsy, philosopher, scientist friends will nod in silent agreement. I don’t claim to be some new-age guru, just a brother who, like you, seeks the philosopher’s stone, the tincture that turns lead into gold to accomplish the Great Work…

Babalon is back! Don’t worry, be happy. The lies perpetuated about her should not be trusted! Viewing the Holy Bible as true stories of profound symbolism, the initiate will immediately see that BABALON in Hebrew equals 156. ZION (that strong and enduring lion of courage) also equals 156. Now, as Babalon is described as a woman (turned into a whore by the fascists) and Zion to a man, it stands to reason that their interplay is based on one’s romanticizing of their interaction. Will Babalon and Zion unite in that previously mentioned cosmic orgasm of delight? (Please God, let it be!) Or shall the Microcosmic battle of the sexes bring humanity into the fiery pits of Hell on earth? Some lame ‘End times’ B.S. paradigm for incompetent, socially-inept-hate-mongers. Jesus already came back. Roger that? Now its Babalon’s turn…

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