Babalon the Warrior

- October 7, 2018October 10, 20210

by Brandy Williams I sing of Babalon the warrior. I sing of Babalon who wields the sword. Her priestesses cry out against those who have transgressed against them. “We came to you offering holy joy and you have placed your eyes and hands on us against our will. That which was divine turned corrupt in your

Out of the Strong Came Forth Sweetness: Women and the O.T.O.

- July 13, 2018October 10, 20212

by Sister Georgia Above the antique mantel was displayed As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale Filled all the desert with inviolable voice And still she cried, and still the world pursues, “Jug Jug” to dirty ears. —T.S. Eliot’s The Waste

Theosexuality: Sex and Magic

- April 6, 2018October 10, 20219

by Sister Georgia On Consent I was accused, in the comments section of my last article on this site, of “going too far;” that my responses to #metoo were too much. That my claiming consent is no longer – was never – always and self-sufficiently ‘enough’ was social justice and feminism gone

Babalon for Sale: Notes on the Divine Economy

- December 18, 2017October 10, 20212

by Sister Georgia “The Star represents Nuit, the starry heavens. ‘I am Infinite Space, and the Infinite Stars thereof.’ She is represented with two vases, one pouring water, a symbol of light, upon herself, the other upon the earth. This is a glyph of the economy of the Universe. It continually

Tantrums in the Temple: On the Unspoken Fruit of the Holy Whore

- December 10, 2017October 10, 20212

by Sister Georgia “She loves me for my work… She knows and loves the God in me, not the man; and therefore she has conquered the great enemy that hides behind his clouds of poisonous gas, Illusion.” The child, that most problematic of esoteric concepts. For the child is key to the

Life in the Stooping Starlight: On Feminisms, Grace and the Holy Whore

- December 10, 2017October 10, 20211

by Sister Georgia To begin, a question: What gives a women the right to speak of these things? Experience? Intelligence? If we could all only remember that there is no single thing called womanhood, as there is no single thing called man. I have the right to speak of my experience,