Jeremiah 51:7

Babylon has been a golden cup in the hand of
yhwh, intoxicating all the earth.
The nations drank her wine; therefore they
have now gone mad.

We are the masters of our own destinies but we would be led to believe anything else but. Such is the story of Babel and Revelations where the wrath of Heaven is laid upon the wicked, the infidel, the non-believer and the world of humanity. Ancient stories to quell the masses

What do you tell them virgin daughter of Babylon? Do they not know that you have prayers also? You have many enchantments and sorceries, but magic is not a religion. In their ignorance they sat you in the dust where there was no throne. Religion is magic. If but believe you have created then through you the energies form to create.

Your faith is the source. Your prayers are a conduit between realms. Your magic is a manifestation of arcane knowledge, wisdom and understanding beyond the ken of the common people. Free my soul from their dogmas and liberate my mind from their self righteousness.

All throughout their history they have fought to be free from the persecutions of others so that they in turn could persecute others. Is this not a sickness? The multitude of our sorceries are great of course, but what of the multitude of our prayers? Are not they great also? Are they greater or lesser?

They have lead their own souls into captivity in wish for the same. They ask you to uncover your face while they wear their mask.and show your nakedness. They do not know what they ask!

The God of armies, yhwh, wishes revenge it is said. What do you want daughter of the Chaldeans? You were told to sit silently in the darkness and still we call you for all time, the Mistress of Kingdoms. Whose yoke was heavy? Who is your blood stained finger pointing to now? Who do you single out with your lash now?

You grew indignant not she, you profaned your people not she, she is our goddess. The Mistress to time indefinite and made so by the monotheists’s own hands. Weep! Weep and know sorrow and regret as you have always done! You are the god of failure! You are the god of regret! You are the god of slavery!

It is the beginning of the end. The finale of one thing is the beginning of another. Take this to heart you Sons of Abraham. Now Daughter of Babylon, do you know widowhood and the loss of your children? This is the law: what you give in turn you shall surely receive. No one can see you in the darkness where you now reside. And upon you adversity fell. It’s name is yhwh. God of the sick ones. It’s name is yhwh, jesus and allah.

Your wisdom and your knowledge leads people away from hypocrisy which leads you away from Judaism, Christianity and Islam. Virgin daughter of Babylon, give yourself over to the power of the flame. That dark silent place is aware that that it holds the unseen for you. A dark star burns for you so that you may see. Save yourself with the fire, burn well so we may be purged of the sickness.

Remember the magic of your prayers and of the stars and beyond. What is it to have wondered to the dark places in life if not to redefine the light. We are wanderers in regions found far from home.

It is time for our paths to meet again at the crossroads of eternity. It is time to finish what was began on the plane’s of Shinar so long ago, as one people, with one language. Remember too practice the magic of prayers and the consistency your magic.