On Being Babalon

Since the days of the wife-swapping craziness that may have soured the relationship of that dynamic duo of Edward Kelly and John Dee, the goddess Babalon has been with us. Recast as the Divine Harlot Mother in the theology of Thelema, revealed on the silver screen by Kenneth Anger and inflaming the passions of Jack Parsons, Babalon is very much alive today. Her latest high profile manifestation was in the earthly form of Katie Perry at a major sporting event in the USA. Riding on her lion-like beast her modern archetype is captured by Freida Harris, using Aleister Crowley as her muse, in their collaboration The Thoth Tarot, Atu XI ‘Lust’.

Lusty Trumpette

Lusty Trumpette

I’m just starting to read Women of Babalon which looks like a really nice compilation of writings by contemporary female esoteric practitioners about The Red Goddess. Many of these are autobiographical, sometimes harrowing accounts of these women’s engagement with the Sacred Whore. What is also notable about this collection is that it addresses a question posed by Soror Nema (aka Maggie Ingalls of Maat Magick fame), ‘What happens when Babalon gets old?’.

The modern goddess Babalon (whatever her imagined mythic roots in the ancient cultures of the Middle East) has been critiqued both formally and informally in esoteric circles as being a rather one-dimensional view of woman. She appears to be all lipstick and tits and ass, quite different in tone from all those traditional goddesses of child rearing and agriculture. It’s easy to mistake Her creation as being purely the result of the hypertrophied heterosexualism of Crowley (which one can interpret as a man who wrestled with the spiritual and social difficuties caused by his penchant for being fucked by men).

Outside of the struggles of the Crowleyian psyche, modern goddesses do exist that fill much the same evolutionary mythic niche that Babalon does within the western esoteric tradition. Pomba Gira, briefly, is one of the  liminal spirits found in spiritual styles such as Umbanda and Quimbanda. As with the male liminal spirits (the Exu), Pomba Gira comes in a variety of flavours; there is the Gypsy Pomba Gira, her Rose Skull form, the form as Lady of the Seven Crossroads. There are forms of the goddess that appear as old and, importantly, as sickly or lame women. (There is also a close association between Pomba Gira and gay and transgendered sexualities.) This is in distinction to most of the modern western forms of Babalon, that typically range from barely legal teen to dark satanic MILF, generally imagined within a heteronormative context. Images and texts depicting Babalon are unashametdly erotic, and that is how it should be. Some of the ‘brass’ (in the senses of boldness, impudence and wanton laciviousness) shown in these images is perfectly in accordance with the nature of this goddess. There is undoubtedly great power in these qualities, especially when they are enjoyed by women (it is well to remember that there are plenty of places on the planet where the freedoms of women are controlled by explicit oppresive patriarchy). Examples like this video by Rihanna may be seen as powerful statements of female autonomy (and of course may also be critiqued as feminine power framed by the oppressive male-gaze).

Beastly Bowls

Beastly Bowls

The mystical qualities of Babalon as the Great Whore (expressed nicely by both Peter Grey and Alan Moore) can undoubtely be imagined as the territory of the beautiful woman, but they are also more than this.

Coming to an engagement with Babalon for me certainly acknowledges the ‘standard issue’ hot chick with a chalice, red hair, high heels and a little too much rouge. However since ‘As Above, so Below’ it also makes sense to search for those Babalonian aspects in myself as well as in the desired (typically female) other.

In context of sexual magic such practices are fairly obvious. This means exploring the role of the All Accepting Whore and typically the act of being penetrated in whatever manner one finds pleasurable. In one sense the Babalon desire is ‘feminine’ or perhaps better ‘yin’ – the drive to have all creation inside, to ride the Beast of Chaos. But the reflex of this yin-yearning is the active desire to absorb, to eat, to engulf and to press down upon the yang expressions of the universe. (Music, as ever is very helpful in assisting these adventures, some of my favourites to use when I am possessed by Babalon are drawn from the oeuvre of Mother Destruction, like this, and this, and this.)

Beginning to liberate Babalon from notions of simplistic binary gender (think Crowley bumbling around the world in his later years looking for The Scarlet Woman when frankly he’d probably have been better off with some strapping lad) is important Work for those engaged with this current.

The book Women of Babalon continues this Work, in places exploring the post-menarche Babalon and the subtle effects of menstruation on the psychology of the female practitioner (any devoted follower of Babalon will have read The Wise Wound). But by looking closely at the female body there is a sense in which some of the contributors to this volume have gone beyond the simplist ‘Mr Beast 4 Ms Babalon’ model into a proliferation of roles, genders, sexualities and states of mind.

As we explore these deities such as Babalon we are exploring ourselves, and where the limits of this thing we call ‘self’ are is open to discussion. By bringing Babalon out in her multiplicity in esoteric culture, we broaden our culture’s relationship with the symbolic attributes of the feminine. We transgress limited notions of male projection and female receptivity, expanding our awareness of this Goddess way beyond the blow-up doll of western occulture.

Babalon isn’t Barbie, She’s much greater than that!


2 thoughts on “On Being Babalon

  1. Kaos Babalon says:

    What a fantastic book! It is great to hear women’s voices singing the praises of Babalon when for so long, as you point out, the loudest voices have been those of heterosexual men. While there’s certainly nothing wrong with that, women have a great deal of magickal experience to add to this subject and it’s time their “howling” was heard! In nomine Babalon!

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