Lucem

Fero

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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The MAGAN text, which comprises the

Creation Epic of the Sumerians (with much

later glosses) and the account of INANNAs

"descent into the 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, almost surreal.