We have come to a point in this modern age when there

is no sense of our own true natures. The perversion of

true beauty: the Harmonia that pervades all

of Natura is obscured by a veil of sticky blood, poured

forth from the birth of a demonic age. What it was to

be human, within the Natural World has been lost,

buried deeply beneath the sacrifice of Her.

And when the last throat was cut of Her Women; when the

last Priestess fell to the ground amongst the mad roars

of the Pisceans, it was from her blood this past age

was born. Blood that was fed upon by the filth and

loathing of this new breed of man. Men whose hatred for

all that is Natural, all that is beautiful, unleashed a

reign of demonic fervor never before seen. And though

they claim to have ended sacrifice by worshipping the

corpse of their god who ate his own son as Chronos was

said to have done, they take lives in his name to this

day.

And so it is that their own children play in the filth

that they have created. There is no memory of what is

Beauty. There is only degradation and self-loathing.

And all the while they claim their own divinity in the

name of their god, while claiming those who seek the

Great Mystery of the deepest Blackness to be evil. And

they enthroned a lord in their Hell, and they named him

Lucifer, for they claimed the Most Beautiful of all the

Angels had fallen, though it was they who cast Lucifer

out.

You embrace this bearer of Light in the Darkness; this

Flame in the Blackness, for it is the Flame of

the Great Torch that lights your way in the Underworld.

It is this Light that leads you forward. It is

Beautiful.

Oh, man, how your lust for this Devil you call Lucifer

is but a new veil for the Christianity you so despise,

for it is their warping and perversion of the beauty

which is sexuality that has driven so many to the pits

of their Hell. Why must the desire for the soft, supple

loins of a beautiful woman, or the feel of her sweet

tongue upon you become the bloodlust of demonic

rendering scattered across the fields of their barren

theology, dedicated to the rotting corpse of some dying

son?

Your quest and passion for demonic self-indulgence is

the bitter wine they poured over you, unbeknownst to

you, for when they slayed the bull over four thousand

years ago, when Ares replaced the altars of Taurus with

a cold and bloodied sword, they took Her from you, and

left you alone; cold, and mocked; betrayed and fed upon

by the perverse lusts of their own self-loathing.

And now, in this modern age, you have all just

crucified Lucifer. You have made Lucifer the new

Christ, in your faux-rebellion. Do you really think

that if you take a “fallen angel” and nail him to your

upside-down cross that you will somehow escape that

which torments you? That you will somehow gain new

power?

Lucifer is not the personification of your anti-

Christian angst; not the spokesmen for your lust of

wickedness. All of this is a defensive posture, a

reactionary stance against what the monotheists took

from you. It is time, not for reactionary tantrums, but

for absolute reclamation of that which is ours; that

which has always been ours. For Lucifer is not what

even you think he is. Lucifer, Lucem Ferre, the Light-

Bearer, the Morning Star — is not only a he but a She.

She is Venus, and in the morning she is Aphrodite, and

in the evening She is Athena, to the Greeks.

Within Her Seven Pointed Star, the Star of Venus which

is governed by Haniel, is contained the Star of

Babalon. It is Babalon who fights for this Reclamation.

A reclamation of that which is born from the Divine

Female: She who gives birth to Divine Light, is the

Great Mother, and it is She who was chastised and cast

away by the invasion of the monotheistic Patriarchy.

There is a proper place for your angst; your feelings

of anger, your lust for vengeance. These feelings are

legitimate, and welcome when applied in the proper

direction. For the reclamation of the Divine Feminine

is not just a reclamation of the female, but a

reclamation of the male as well.

There is nobility that flows through the veins of the

highest of men. This is a nobility that is not

translated through the mundane notions of patriarchal

birthright. This nobility is passed through the

incarnations of Spirit, lives that are lived with the

Nobility of Purpose, for it is the Spirit which guides

these men forward, harnessed to fulfill the destiny

that is their true birthright: that for which

their Spirit incarnated

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Underworld", along with more extraneous matter, is presented. The unique "Book of the Entrance" has no counterpart in occult literature, and the drawings of magickal seals and symbols are wholly new to anything that has yet appeared on the contemporary occult scene - although bearing some resemblances to various diagrams found in the ancient Arabic

texts of the last millennium. Although some of the characters found in these pages can be traced to Mandaic and Demotic sources, and are evidently of a much later date than the Rites of Sumer, the overall appearance of the seals is quite unusual,

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