#mother of abominations

[saintedsorcery]

Mother, Queen, Harlot

I feel the need to state that I am not a Thelemite and that my relationship and understanding of Babalon is informed mostly via direct contact with Her.

 It was almost 10 years ago that I first felt Her presence. She would not give me a name but simply images, symbols, and emotions that represented her. I saw images of sex, blood, fire, blades, and serpents. Feelings of lust, love, passion, rage, sovereignty and feminine power.

 Truth be told I wasn’t in the place to have a spirit like that be active in my life so it would be a few years before I set up a shrine to Her.

Her shrine was simple. An inexpensive goddess statue with a red costume rosary wrapped around it, a red candle, and a letter opener with a crown motif. I would burn incense and meditate on Her, sometimes seeking guidance, sometimes just simply being with her. I began referring to Her as “The Red Queen” while still not having a proper name. I was becoming comfortable with her ambiguity and in turn she was helping me become comfortable with myself.

It was around this time that I began working with a teacher who was helping me with visionary work and spirit flight. It was during one of our sessions that I made a breakthrough and came face-to-face with my Red Queen. She sat on a scarlet cushion in a rooms who’s lamps were draped with red scarves. Her hair was a deep brown almost black, her skin was an inhuman pale white. Her arm was casual laying across one upraised knee. She has gold bangles and armlets, gold anklets and rings, a gold hoop around her neck and in her ears, but ironically no crown. Her clothes were reminiscent of an Indian saree the colour of blood. 

I sat across from her and bowed, placing my head on the cushioned floor. When I raised my head, she locked eyes with me. 

“I am have many names, I am many. I am Ishtar, I am Innana, I am Lilith, I am the Queen of Heaven and Hell. But you, you will know me as Babalon.”

Thats when I returned to my body. I was flooded with joy and exhilaration, She had told me Her name, I had a better focus. 

I knew that Babalon was a goddess in Thelema, but I knew next to nothing about Her other than that. To this day I still don’t really know much about her role in Thelema but I've been considering studying it. I’ve continued to go straight to Her when it comes to offerings, prayers, etc. Reading how others interact with her from time to time. Her shrine has grown but not by much, She’s comfortable with it being simple but beautiful. I have been searching for a new statue for Her though, something that I feel fits her better. 

Babalon, The Red Queen, has been my strongest spiritual ally during my transition. She has held my hand and guided my feet as I find my femininity, rediscover my sexuality, and navigate the world as a woman. I’ve taken her epithet “Mother of Abominations” as a sort of trans mother goddess. Trans people are Her children and Her prophets. We are the drops of blood from Her Grail, we are the swords in Her hands. I doubt this is what Crowley had in mind when conceptualizing the goddess but honestly, I don’t care. 

I’ve come to understand Babalon in three sort of facets or faces. The Mother (of Abominations), The Sacred Whore, and The Warrior-Queen. I don’t know if any other people would agree with me or if there is literature to back it up but this is my personal gnosis. 

The Mother I already discussed above. The Sacred Whore and Warrior-Queen are both reminiscent of Ishtar/Inanna, but the Sacred Whore for me personally aligns with her Lilith aspect. Babalon-Lilith is feminine sexuality embodied, but even more she is the taboo side of femme sex, she is trans and kink, she is queer, she is unbridled and selfish, she is the side of our sexuality that is without limit and free. She’s taught me to not be ashamed of what I like and what I want when it comes to sexual satisfaction. My sexuality is mine and no one else's.

The Warrior-Queen is the aspect I am the least in touch with. I’m a pacifist person and seek non-violence in my regular life as much as I can. I have a rather hot temper that I’ve had to learn to keep under control. My most powerful weapon is my tongue and I’d rather talk my way out of a situation than ever resort to violence. Maybe my disconnect with the Warrior-Queen is that I need to recontextualize what it means for me, personally, to be a warrior. We’ll have to see how it plays out. 

I’ll leave this post with an A.I. generated art piece I made as a devotional act using the phone app “Dream”

#witch #witchcraft #traditional witchcraft #pagan #paganism #deity #goddess #the red queen #babalon #lilith #inanna #ishtar #mother of abominations #female power #transgender #transgirl #trans goddess

[sketcharou]

Hi have a sketch of MC2's remembrance of the World Representatives - Fuxi and Babalon :DD

(I MIGHT turn this into a series or not :PP)

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #my art #sketch #babalon #babalon housamo #mother of abominations #fuxi #fuxi housamo #mythology #chinese mythology #thelema #mc2 #female protagonist #protagonist

[prideandperdition]

#cradle of filth #mother of abominations #Spotify

[cadaverkeys]

Another character I draw a lot in my sketchbook but I don't post on Tumblr very often. He's called Mystery.

#rambles #ocs #oc #seerdoesart #shay dont make an effeminate man challenge never even attempted #i would tag him but he is literally just meant to be babylon the great mother of harlots & abominations of the earth

[fadingstudentbananacookie]

Monstrous sons and their mothers who started a war in their name.

Visenya Targaryen and baby Maegor / @orlaite2, House of the Dragon, The Girl with No Shadow / Joanne Harris, Dune Part Two / Denis Villeneuve

#visenya targaryen #maegor the cruel #alicent hightower #aegon ii targaryen #jessica atreides #paul atreides #hotd #dune movie #sweet mourning lamb #mother and son #the dragon queen and the abomination #the last dragonlord and the maiden in the tower #the witch and the messiah #madonna and child #they have been on my mind lately #their mother's defiance is what starts the whole story & changes the course of history #conquerors #the victors and the losers #the wolf and the lamb #ouroboros

[opens-up-4-nobody]

May I humbly request some Jopson(s)?

:-D

#my boy jopson who i lov #i should redraw this at some point to make it better but staring at those foods wtf were the they eating at that time??? #it looks like ai generated abominations but im guessing its real dishes #my fave jopson moment is that horrible pause after Crozier asks how his mother faired after her withdrawals #i dunno that moment is so sad and uneasy and theres the weirdness of not having known something so big abt someone u spend so much time with #and then its interupted and tbey just move on. idk it just unsettles me #thomas jopson #the terror #amc the terror

[pe4nutastic]

What was it worth?

[ A kaleidoscope of sickly red lines stretch out across his torso like spiderwork, deliberate and perfectly formed yet undoubtedly denotative that something is horribly wrong if his hunched (and pitiful, pathetic) posture, hand clutching tightly at where a heart would be situated if his physiology permitted it, were any indication.  There’s some odd sense of tightness about his current state which keeps him frozen to the spot, mouth opening and closing as if to say something… only to be swallowed up by a strange continuum of sharpness tingling throughout his body like electricity, hot and relentless, unlike anything he had known before.  He’s utterly paralyzed by this state and unable to act as a result, much less make much sense of what’s happening as his mind slowly begins to unravel like threads in clothing.  And yet something sticks out anyways.  The exact trigger behind it.  One which, even through his best efforts, invades his mind, permeating through every consecutive crack that has appeared within long before manifesting externally.  Something which he had thought to be long since extinguished within his heart.

Despair.  Crushing, unsympathetic, and rending despair.

Something which had always tiptoed around the corners of feigned confidence and ironclad will–the very same will which had enabled for him to fulfill his pre-determined role and associated duties to perfection, as if never tainted by humanity to begin with–but never quite managed to break through until glimmers of faded light.. of a warm memory long since past… had managed to peer through the monochromatic and numb emptiness of his mind.  And even so, it did not come in a big dramatic burst but rather as a quiet resignation.  Of desolation and insatiable emptiness; a hole that could never be filled in his ‘heart’ after her death.  One which, upon receiving a rather severe scolding from his superiors, only grew until he could no longer contain it.  Until he could no longer tolerate it, bursting at the fragile seams of his imperfect mind.  Until he had to do something to rectify his original failure.  Anything to make the incomprehensible pain stop.  Anything to erase this feeling now that it cannot be suppressed as easily.  Anything to be useful again.

Desperation.

And so, he had gone against the orders of his superiors–to return back to the home-planet for reevaluations–and with the future-predicting power of the Apple of Enlightenment, instead constructed a plan to guarantee victory.  One which even fate itself would not be able to distort.  One where he would create the optimal winning conditions and eradicate the blight of humanity for good.  After all, he was just a tool programmed to fulfill military functions until the eternal bend of time itself.  He owed it to the ones which had created him to do at least this much.  To prove that he was useful –that he still had value.  But, it was all for naught.  Feverish delusion at best.  A deranged fantasy.

This ambition and dedication.  Value and purpose.  What was it really worth?

More sickly red cracks spread across his exoskeleton, across his neck and through his face to the left ear, lowered in part shame and part agony.  The Chosen Ones are inching closer and closer to victory.  Advancing in ways he was certain that they could not and closing in fast, just as the Apple of Enlightenment had originally predicted.  Even after everything he had done… they were destined for victory.  His hands curl in, against the pain of movement, into tight balls while his tail–littered with a patchwork of red cracks on its own–sharply taps against the darkened ground within The Place That Time Forgot.  He could not overcome the gears of fate.  It’s over.  

All the sacrifice.  The depths he had sunk to in order to realize his machinations.  The price others had paid for his goal.  What was it really worth?

He went against the will of his species for nothing, choosing to try again rather than returning back to the home-planet to be scrapped as he should have. Another crack, this one thicker cuts to his right ear.  He spent all this time preparing and ‘setting the stage’ for destroying the Chosen Ones for nothing.  Yet another crack, stretching harshly down his back.  He betrayed his own mother for nothing.  And several more cracks, spreading like an infectious disease to his other appendages with a sickening snap, like crushing bones.  The Psion species.  Maria.  No matter what receives his loyalty or efforts, he cannot succeed.  He cannot ‘win’.  Only fail, with no consolation other than the notion that he cannot possibly be–and in fact, should not–hurt because he is a Psion.  An empty shell animated by psionic energies with no will of its own.

All this pain and emptiness.  Desolation and despair.  What is it really worth?  What is It really Worth?  WHAT.  IS.  IT.  REALLY.  WORTH–

The thought is abruptly cut off and erased in an instant, another crack piercing the hollow shell containing his very essence and power albeit this time, etching out a hole through which tendrils of a seething and brightened red start to ooze out like pus out a badly infected wound, feverishly weaving too and through in the still air of the cave and cutting through the darkness with a disturbing glow as its shell promptly shatters with a resounding splinter, jagged pieces falling to the ground with a hollow clatter.  And with that, that overwhelming and suffocating–crushingly so–sense of despair wraps around him like a ghostly hug, one that is tipped with conflicting fragments of a few other emotions.  Emotions and the pain felt which grow in strength, feeding on the last vestiges of his disordered and decaying mind with ravenous vigour as its integrity plummets at a sharp drop from before.

–what had he been talking about again?  He can’t recall.  And as the seconds tick on by, even the inquiry on the matter to himself seems more and more like a distant memory, the corrupted essence gradually gushing out his exoskeleton at an increasingly enthused pace, twisting and churning into contorted impressions of his physical appearance as it does so.

What was it?What was it?What was it?What was it?What was it?What was it?

He can’t remember anything.  It hurts.  Nothing comes through.  It hurts.  Everything seems fragmented and murky, the only clarity coming through in haunting glints of the poisonous concoction of emotions which had come rushing through the moment his will had broke.  It hurts.

Despair.  Hatred.  Regret.  And… something else.  Destroy the pain.

A kind of desolate and chalky dryness.  One that is impossible to remedy.  Hunger without a biological mechanism for it.  Thirst without dehydration.

He’s starving for something.  Desperate for something.  Plagued with a hole (somehow) that cannot be filled.  An empty spot, collapsed in on itself and broken as it may be… stuffed with pain as it may be… remains hollow nonetheless.  

It hurts.  It burns.  Destroy.

His very essence is cloaked in a sensation that is fundamentally unfulfilled.  Lynched with a longing for something.  It hurts.  A deep and passionate desire plucked from the long-since rotten core of his heart.  One which needs to be satiated, but will never be, like lines that can never intersect.  Destroy.

The line is gone.  Parallels do not intersect.  It hurts.

What was it worth?What was it worth?What was it worth?What was it worth?

Another cut.  Another sharp drop in mental integrity and even the remaining vestiges of consciousness, tiny and fragile as they were, are too erased as his corrupted and twisted form fully establishes itself in a nightmarish effigy.  Only one thing remains.

Everything hurts.  Destroy.  Destroy everything. ]

#.giegue (mother series) #.peanutwriting #.mother 1 #.mother 2 #giegue #giygas #earthbound #earthbound beginnings #earthbound zero #mother 1 #mother 2 #blood tw #blood / #I've never put my actual writing in the tags before and I admit I'm a bit rusty #at writing Giegue but EH I enjoy writing a lot so it was a fun little thing to try out anyways #In case it isn't obvious because of the odd/sorta disjointed way this is written #he's losing his shit and his body is getting destroyed to become the eldritch abomination that you see in M2/Earthbound

[pegafin]

Ai Generated McMansions: Key West Dreams

As a wholesome treat in honor of Mother's Day, I asked my mom for a prompt for this McMansion. She said "Key West." Key West is a very special place for me and my family. It is a truly amazing place, full of rich, exciting history and culture, and art, six toed cats, and wild-living chickens everywhere you go. Only once you have experienced Key West can you truly experience the depth of today's abomination...✨🏝️🍹

Built by a couple who always dreamed of living in Key West, all attempts to build the home in Key West itself ended in suspected arson and historical protesting (as in, myriad characters from the island's long storied history rose form their above-ground-graves in the Historic Key West Cemetery to protest construction).

Now happily located in Sadslot Beach, FL, this home is a true Key West dream. Discover a charming bar around every corner. Bask in a cacophony of color and craftsmanship. Plus, all artwork is included, and load bearing!

The atrium-style foyer boasts quintuple grand staircases and a charming water feature, full of native mosquitos.

Did you think the craftsmanship stopped at just two stories? Think again! This foyer goes all the way up.

The triple-decker living room (left) and the bar & lounge (right)

Live like vacation all year round with a kitchen that's only bars!

Slide into the formal dining room...

...and crash into the game room!

No game room is complete without a functional home sports bar.

Master Suite

Two Story Atrium Suite

Two Story Atrium Guest Room

Guest Bath, with his, hers, and theirs sinks, and his and hers toilets!

Entryway to the master bath, with master bath bar.

Two-Story Atrium Master Bath:

Last but certainly not least… 🌟Indoor Pool & Tennis Complex!🌟

Call now to book your tour today! ☎️📞🤳🏝️

Behind the Scenes:

#ai generated mcmansions #ai generated interiors #fake real estate #funny #pegafin realty #cursed houses #mcmansion hell #key west florida #florida home #architectural abomination #abomination #unhinged #nightmare time #humor #comedy #ai shenanigans #vacation homes #eldritch abomination #post modern abomination #post modernism #mother's day #mother's day special

[tineni]

au where everyone but timothy is a muppet. yes, they still have to face unimaginable horrors.

#d20 #d20 neverafter #neverafter spoilers #neverafter #mother timothy goose #everyone still dies and they still have mind blowing revelations about the very fabric of the universe #the gander’s bootleg big bird wearing a stupid red bonnet #gerard looks at the sword of truth and starts singing ‘man or a muppet’ while staring at his reflection #the stepmother is also a muppet but she’s like an eldritch abomination of cookie monster #the wicked fairy has her puppeteer’s human hands rip her googly eyes off at the sight of the stepmother

[drbtinglecannon]

Hunter's absolute obsession with sewing and him low-key bragging about getting neater stitches than Darius is what I'm gonna cling to rn

"I-it's not like I don't wanna return! I just, uh, need a way to pass the time. That's all."

And the way he chooses to pass the time is with a hobby Darius initially taught him and then Camila helped him further. The two adults that Hunter has the most connection to, combining into the main outlet Hunter uses to express and enjoy himself.

Anyway I'm normal about all of this.

#toh #toh spoilers #toh hunter #darius deamonne #camila noceda #resident sad white boy ditches his racist uncle & gets coparented by two hot badass poc instead. good for him! #rip darius tho hunter is obsessed with sewing & still has NO fashion sense #but yeah like. hes so passionate for this skill that someone who used to scorn him ended up teaching him the basics of & this kind mother #figure that accepted him w open arms immediately helped him further with. its just sweet. #im being extra insane w this but hunter being obsessed w sewing while always wearing abomination colored socks means a lot to me #if they dont fucking hug when reunited ill die AFTER WHAT THIS EPISODE DID TO ME I NEED THAT OK #tc posts

[sketcharou]

I've been gone for a while haven't I? :DDD Well looks who's back :))

One of those intrusive thoughts clouded my mind again. "How would Babalon from Housamo look in more goddesse-y outfit?" It is rather plain with little to no detail, but I think a scarlet cloth would go well with her, seeing as she's the Scarlet Woman. The cloth is torn, burned and stained with faded purple. Or at least that's what I had in mind but this is still a sketch. Will I finish it? Probably not but who knows :P

Anyway here's Babalon, Mother of all Abominations

#housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #my art #my take #sketch #babalon #babalon housamo #scarlet woman #mother of abominations

[littlegalerion]

*My husband and I make Wacha and Harvehk in BG3 in a multi-player campaign*

The Writer in me: Do not make Wacha's backstory edgy, complicated, and directly tied in to other OCs.

My Brain:

#so yeah shes The Dark Urge and Heyleth's kid #from an alt world where heyleth lost the battle and her mother ripped her way back to life through her soul #way earlier on during neverwinter times #and the result left heyleth a true half dragon which and also altered her alignment #she became chaotic evil #so naturally upon meeting a still chaotic evil dark urge the two hit it off #and a bouncing baby wacha was born #half dragonborn half half dragon #an abomination in itself really #wacha in bg3

[the-woman-upstairs]

Kudos to The First Omen for being so good I went from “ugh they’re doing a prequel to the first Omen film 🙄” to “i’m gonna need about five more sequels with the characters/stories from this prequel 🤩.”

#the first omen #the first omen spoilers #i’ll admit to being intrigued by the haunting and unique trailer #but was still skeptical until i saw the damn thing #and now i’m kind of obsessed ngl #especially the ending left open for more stories #sometimes a family is: the mother of the antichrist #two girls that are also unholy abominations #and the excommunicated exposition priest that won’t leave them alone #i can appreciate some people being frustrated that the movie ends with a reminder that it’s a *PREQUEL* film #but as someone who has affection for horror sequels and believes there can be some damn good ones #i am ok with more- especially more in the vein of this film #horror #horror film

[sourtomatola]

Hi! How are you doing today?

I'm doing better ^^

Was a little weird earlier and it's starting to get hot where I'm at, but I've got some of my fav cookies <3

#thanks for asking #and for the gif! #i got soft gingersnaps #hard gingersnaps are an abomination #yay asks! #also happy mothers day!

[thatdemiboymess]

I do not use the ingredients given to me in the ways the giver imagines but my ramen + cream of chicken soup + bell pepper abomination tastes good so I don't really care about that, right now. ✌️🥰

#fae irl #food #look at my abomination boy #ramen #cream of chicken soup #bell peppers #<- this is a good combination of ingredients and you cannot convince me otherwise #we've (partner + me) been tight on money and my mother gave me some food to help out #ive made this with some of it and ive decided i unironically like it but i think she would not lolol #this is not how she intended me to use these 😔

[glitter50000]

We acknowledge that Baghra wasn’t a good mother but also that her own trauma and the environment they lived in had not helped at all in this house

#I’m about to be petty as fuck right now so excuse my rant #Don’t come to me messaging me about how Baghra’s a bad parent believe me I know #In fact if I DON’T see her as a bad parent or I see ppl say she was a good parent then it just doesn’t make sense to me #Like she was decent at best #Every time I see ppl being like “smh she was so overprotective of him 🙄” or something like that it’s just like #Well when EVERYTHING is basically trying to kill you… #Also like the whole oh she told him grisha were superior why would she do that #Her own mother literally told her she was an abomination for her powers I don’t think she wanted him to ever feel like that himself #You’re trying to tell me that the woman who legit burned villages down to keep her child safe is a horrible mother??? #Don’t come trying to tell me she’s a good mother either cause then it’s like uhhhhhh are you sure about that? #I mean look at Aleksander. Like CENTURIES of mommy issues right there I don’t know what to tell you #Baghra just gets a gold star that says “you tried” #I made this cause I’d see ppl trying to compare the two’s trauma or something like who had it worst or who WAS worse #Or that because Baghra was a bad mother suddenly her trauma doesn’t exist #Oh Baghra was worse cause of “x” oh Aleksander was worse cause of “y” #NEWSFLASH ASSHOLE THEY’RE BOTH TERRIBLE PEOPLE #shadow and bone netflix #shadow and bone season 2 #Shadow and bone #baghra morozova