Unfold your ranks and waft yourselves apart,
That I may guess what pearl is at the heart,
What dew-drop glistens on the crown gold-wrought
Within the chalice of your coiled cohort!
Aleister Crowley, The Blind Prophet: A Ballet
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In Nomine Babalon, CLIII
CLIII
A lone fool I wander, as Percivale,
To discover the secret of Your holy grail.
By the rod and the chalice I Thee call upon,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess
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In Nomine Babalon, LIV
LIV
Armed with a chalice and magickal wand,
A sword and a disc to help seal the bond.
As I call You forth in my invocation,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess
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The queen has tipped her chalice …
The queen has tipped her chalice to my lips and her intoxicating contents run down my chest soaking my body in her scent
I have been anointed by the daughter of heaven and been named by her heir apparent to the kingdom of her for this moment
She is the mother of my lust and my tower topples under her toplessness only to rise again in anticipation of another impending confusion of tongues
And the babel of the workers as they rush in becomes a ritual song rising and descending without and within, above and below, solve et coagula
At her next touch I dissolve into nothing and then surge forth resolving into pure gold
She is an inspiration to greater and greater intention and the mystery of her religion is the secret sanctuary of my excess
Her dance inspires me to religion within the pylons of her temple and the hieroglyphics there in her inner precincts teach me all the secret spells necessary to survive another afterlife
I am her rememberer and she is my passage to the underworld, and we abide in the darkness lit by an inner light
My negative confession is nothing but stuttering and slips of the tongue in the shadows of her inner temple where the sacred waters are stored for the worthy worshippers to wash themselves
Going down in the dark, I am drowning in light
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