(channeled directly from the Goddess August 10, 2006)
A million million lies told about me and still I am here, my existence defying you - you, men, who call me the embodiment of all evil, seductress, murderess; you, men, who make me the scapegoat for all your inner self-loathing and fear of your imperfect human bodies and your lusts and urges and needs - you, men, who though violence and manipulation have created a world in which most women have no recourse for survival but to trade their beauty (as defined by you men) for sustenance, and tell you the lies you demand to hear so as to avoid violent death at your hands; and who then turn upon beautiful women and insult them for the only option left to them - whore.
Yes, I am a whore, as are all women, be they wife or prostitute - I am a whore, my red lips dripping with sweet honeyed lies, my legs spread open to give you pleasure; in marriage, providing you with children, and thus family and immortality. In return for these gifts and services, you have waged war upon me, smashed and burned the earth that bears my name; hit and hurt and enslaved and mutilated and starved and killed women, who are my emissaries; and then you preach from pulpits and courtrooms and street corners that whores are the symbol of immorality. You resent the wives and whores upon whom you slake your lust: so resentful that when they ask a fee merely sufficient to sustain their lives that you consider them greedy; so resentful and fearful when they experience a drop of pleasure while servicing you that you name them undisciplined, animalistic sluts; you resent your wives so much that you become furious when they ask you for any recompense for their unpaid services to you; and after using their youth to bring you children and then abandoning them, you are filled with resentment when they petition your courts of law to force you, the unwilling and selfish husband, for sustenance, after having provided for your comfort and pleasure for years. You want to hear women say you are good, powerful, big, strong and invincible; you demand to hear this, but inside you know you are a mere flawed mortal, and you don’t want to know this. Despite your protests, you don’t want the truth. You want pleasant lies, and furthermore, you want this false flattery without recompensing those who must survive by flattering you.
Yet in spite of this violence that you feel confers greatness upon your shoulders, you are but men. You can try all you wish to create a god in your likeness, try all you wish to imbue him with the power of woman and goddess in your imaginations - Zeus giving birth from his head, the universe springing effortlessly into existence from one words from the lips of Jehovah - but it always rings hollow, always degenerates into pointless violence and hate and bloody war. Nothing built on these unnatural lies can prosper. No matter how much you would like to deny the power of woman and goddess, to pretend your dick is the image of a great male creator, no matter how much you would like to pretend the words that issue forth from your bearded lips create and shape the world; it is still only women who give birth - and this is not effortless, instant and painless. You adore your own destructiveness- which you mistake for power - glorying in your clever inventions of guns and bullets and bombs that can undo nine months of a woman’s effort and pain in an instant. But you are still mortal, and if you succeed in destroying me by destroying women’s hearts, souls, minds, bodies and creations, all you have managed is suicide.
This man Aleister Crowley, my prophet, knew my power but denied knowing. Having once seen me, he was a helpless adorant for the rest of his life, but in his pride and fear of the knowledge of my ultimate power, he repeated the lies of men to assuage the knowledge of his impotence; pretending women are inherently passive, fertile fields in need of a man to infuse them with life, both in a physical and a metaphysical sense. From time to time he experienced bouts of divine inspiration in which he sung my praises:
“There is a cry in an unknown tongue. It resounds through the temple of the universe; in its one word is death and ecstasy, and thy title of honor, o thou, to thyself High Priestess, Prophetess, Empress, to thyself the Goddess whose name means mother and whore!”
Aleister Crowley, “The Law is for All“
But ultimately he was a slave to his youthful programming in the religion of the false slave god and his culture, which supported the slave god’s warped view of the universe in which women are considered less than men, and while laboring under this illusory spell he wrote the following drivel:
“My Son, I charge thee, howsoever thou beest provoked thereunto, tell not the Truth to any Woman. For this is that which is written: Cast not thy Pearls before Swine, lest they turn again and rend thee. Behold, in the Nature of Woman is no Truth, nor Apprehension of Truth, nor Possibility of Truth; only, if thou entrust this Jewel unto them, they forthwith use it to thy Loss and Destruction.”
In addition to this slander against women - and through women, me - he continually parrots the ideas put forth by those ancient followers of the slave god - namely, that women are inherently passive and can only become fulfilled when they are entered by a man - that women can only become fully human when filled with a man’s penis or sperm or by his will and purpose in life. Crowley taught that women are but hollow vessels without purpose, and that all energy and will are inherently male.
These are the lies echoed by male scientists, who are very frightened by the spectre of the awesome creative power of women: so they spin fables about the mightiness of spermatozoa, only a tiny fraction of the size of the female egg, warring with one another over their “prize” with the winner taking all. Now, it is revealed, the sperm are drawn to the egg, which chemically calls them, and she herself selects her partner - or eschews them all - and indeed, in some species, she reproduces herself without any male input at all. The egg, in addition to holding fully half the genetic information needed to create a unique human individual, also carries the food necessary to sustain a new life after its initial early conception; upon which time it affixes itself to the inner wall of the woman’s womb, after which time the woman’s body does all the work necessary to turn the embryo into an independent human being. The male emissary’s contribution is all but negligible - the male sperm are at the mercy of the woman’s body and her egg’s choice of partner, and not the spermatozoa’s ability to win its place in the genetic lottery.
In a similar vein, men cannot force the love of women, although you have tried since time immemorial to force a woman’s heart by killing or humiliating one another. By abusing your blessings of larger size and greater physical strength to threaten women with bodily harm; and, by brute force, creating a cruel society in which she is powerless, resourceless, and friendless, and thus has no choice but to turn to you and attempt to win your favor, you are able only to force a simulacrum of love and loyalty, for only true devotion wins a woman’s heart - and even then, only at her whim.
And this is what frightens men, the deep inner knowledge that they cannot force this love. Without woman, they are nothing and they know they are nothing. In vain they try to turn this around, claim women are unfulfilled and empty without their mighty, sacred penis, without their invincible, invading sperm to create small male copies of themselves - but they lie. From woman man is born, from woman he is fed, by woman he is dressed and bathed and clothed in childhood; from woman he draws his comfort and pleasure in youth; from woman he learns the comfort and stability of home, family, and children in adulthood; by woman he is nursed and fed in old age; and by woman he is washed and mourned after death. It is rare men do these things for one another, these tasks of life and sustenance; and yet men demean these tasks without which they are lost and purposeless, sneer at the few men with the inner strength to perform them, and react with violence towards the small class of men who have learned to nurture one another. Yet those men are the few men who truly know me - the men who can nurture are the only men who are fully human.
But in spite of men’s widespread cruelty and lack of humanity, women do often find themselves filled with love for them - women around the world continually making sacrifices of their time, resources and energy to go beyond the work of survival which is largely their province - around the world, women are the majority of farm workers, food preparers, child care workers, and nurses to the sick - to create comforts in the home for their husbands and fathers and brothers and sons. And yet men are ungrateful, even ignorant of the existence of this sacrifice. They imagine, in a form of twisted, mental sickness, that sacrifice is one man dying a torturous death in order to afford victory for one group of men over another in a pointless, endless conflict over territory, resources, or theological differences. They simply do not see the daily, continual sacrifice of billions of ordinary women who love them and give up what little they have for them in return for little or no thanks. They consider it an inborn right to be waited upon by women. They then deny their need of women and claim women need their protection in order to survive and thrive. But this is not now and never has been true.
It is only my deep compassion and its reflection in the hearts of women that enables men to survive. Without this incredible compassion, women would stop cooking for men, sewing their clothes, cleaning their homes, nursing them through illness, and begging them on bended knees to stop their endless wars. What would you do without women to serve you, oh you men who are contemptuous of gays and women, who pride yourselves or find it a source of amusement that you are unable to cook or wash your own clothes or manage to maintain your abodes in a livable fashion? What would you have left if women’s compassion for you ran out? Already a small percentage of women have grown weary of your inability or refusal to behave as human beings and refuse to join with you, and what we see of men left to themselves is quite revealing. Men without women die sooner due to recklessness or physical illness or violence at the hands of other men. Bachelors who brag about their independence from women are liars - they buy or rent women’s bodies for a few moments of comfort. Men without wives become violent and dysfunctional, commit more crimes, and are more likely to be jailed. Women on their own, on the other hand, live longer, have fewer health problems, do better in academic settings, and in all areas of life are happier. Men know this, and thus, bring all their force of condemnation down upon women to try to stop them from being able to live in peace if they choose to live apart from men. Women who choose to live without men, either living alone or living solely with other women, or who choose to raise their children alone, are subject to mockery, violence, discrimination, and punishment under the system of “law” and “justice” which men have set up to give themselves power. Still, in spite of these punishments with which women living without men are visited, their health and happiness are improved. Women living without men are all but freed from the possibility of rape, murder, regular beatings, and continual demands to put their needs last.
Yet as testament to women’s love and compassion for men, most women do not eschew their company, but instead, actively seek it out. However, even this evidence of deep forgiveness and kindness in women is sneered at by men, who use women’s compassion to excuse their violence and degradation of them, saying this is something women desire, making their willing sacrifice for the sake of men’s continued survival a wish to be victimized. It matters not to you how often women protest your violence, your insults, your cruelty - unless women show themselves to be as cruel as you, you insist their refusal to behave in the same insane, bitter, violent murderous fashion as yourselves indicates they are “natural victims”. Indeed, women are so much more deeply ethical than you that you can scarcely imagine it. Revenge, a great error of thought that has done more to perpetuate misery upon humanity than any other human practice, is practiced almost solely by men. Men enshrine revenge in law and gleefully execute and torture and imprison others under the rationale of “justice” or “crime and punishment”. Men enshrine revenge as “honor” and use honor as a pretext for everything from private duels between men to win “rights” to a woman who may not want either of them; to an excuse to brutally slaughter a woman who has dared seek sexual pleasure in ways men deem unseemly; to an excuse to wage war upon entire nations, slaughtering and raping men, women, and children alike, burning the crops they grow for food, burning or bombing their homes so they die of exposure. Women’s failure to do this until they are under the most severe duress from men’s violence is not a sign of weakness - women’s refusal to seek revenge is the saving grace of humanity.
Yet women have begun to realize we must do something to save you men from killing yourselves by killing us. Women realize this because I have decided enough is enough, and I have placed this sure knowledge in their hearts. Compassion and mercy can only go so far - our meekness and mildness in the face of your constant hostility and refusal to consider the consequences of your actions only encourages you to hasten to take part in behavior which will doom all of humanity to a gasping death on a desert planet denuded of trees, bereft of any other life forms, and blasted to glass by your favorite toys, bombs. I gave you the chance long enough to learn these things on your own, confident in your mental abilities, sure that you could not be so foolish as to ignore the signs of what your own destructive habits have wrought. One would think you would not be so foolish as to ignore global warming, killer hurricanes, men unable to find mates by the millions in the most populous areas of earth - India and China - because you have killed so many women that the natural gender population has been reversed. But somehow, you have managed to allow the basest parts of your brain override your consciousness. It will take women to shake you awake from your fevered dreams of glory through death, as you have proven you are unable to think this through for yourselves.
Men, I am coming back. I am reincarnating not in one woman, as you think any male deity must reincarnate in one man who will hold supremacy over all other men - but in all women with the courage to open themselves to my presence. These women, my “warriors”, already exist, but their numbers will only increase. You name them, and me, “man haters”, but this is foolish, childish - stopping you from continuing your games of war and power and dominance is the truest way to show you love. We cannot continue to pretend that men have the capacity to make decisions that affect others without the supervisory capacity of woman. You have had this role for several millennia now and it has proved to be an unmitigated disaster. It is time to step down, accept your inadequacy, and learn from women as they rebuild the world you have nearly destroyed. Because of our deep compassion for even your biggest flaw, which is overweening self-esteem, we will not even demand that you have no position of importance or control - but whatever position of power you have MUST be overseen by woman. There is no other way to keep you from slipping back into your violent, destructive ways.
You may argue with this message as you will, but it will make no difference. Even as you bluster and rage and spit at this truth which you do not want to hear, I am visiting the hearts of the courageous women around the world who have had enough of your battering, your rapes, your guns, your bombs, your theft, your poisoning of the earth, your wanton murder of other species. You will not notice a change at first, but the tide is turning and before you know it, the waves of woman love and world-changing power will be sweeping you to your knees.
And to those of you men who accept this message with open heart, who grieve upon seeing the horrors other men have perpetrated upon women and upon the earth, I give you this comfort - that this shall not continue, that your voice will be heard and respected as my power moves throughout the world, that you will not be punished (as other men will not be punished) by any deprivation of any thing that you need. Your lives will be spared, deserving or not - you will have clothing, food, shelter, and luxuries to delight the senses. All you need to do is to master your greatest flaw, pride, when you witness women fixing that which you have broken without asking your permission or input. The rest will be easy, easier than you think. For in spite of all the crimes men commit that I have outlined here, we do not wish to eliminate you. Men exist for a purpose, although not the one most seem to believe they exist for now. Women want you: they want you for entertainment, for art, for music, for comfort. Women want you for practicing the arts of love. Women want you that they might converse with you and share imaginative dreams, that they might hear you spin tales of wonder that inspire their own tales. Women admire the display of your strength when it is shown in contests that hurt no one. Women want to play with you and dance with you and laugh with you. Let go of the lying voice of the slave god that says you must dominate and enslave women to prove your worth - this lie causes you the utmost unhappiness.
And to those women who read this - know that I am within you, hear my voice and feel my strength as I send you out into the world to take it back from the hands of these foolish male children who do not know what to do with its wonders. Be bold! Be brave! Refuse to accept male dominance and be a pillar of strength and support for those women in whose faces you see me shining through. Do not give in to the male-created games that pit you one against the other - learn to love yourselves through loving each other, and thereby love me.
For I am BABALON the Great, mother and whore, priestess and prophetess, I am Ishtar, Innana, Isis, Semele, Kali, Demeter, Ceridwen; I am the ‘wicked temptress’ who entices men to love and life, I am the bearer of the grail from which all may drink freely and thus lose their lonely individuality; I am Mystery; I am the great cities in which humanity comes together for companionship; I am the land in which humans first thrived; I am the mother of you all.
