Liber Draco: Babalon Speaks

He is coming,
The Great Dragon King
My Dragon King,
The Dragon of Babalon.

Hear him roar across the universe
A cosmic entity
Gathering the stars in his hand
And standing upon worlds.

See me, The Mighty Babalon
Riding my Dragon through the ethers
Defying dimensions
And birthing new sons.

My DRACO
My flying Serpent
My ancient Warrior
Wearing the clothes of Phanes
My Christ
My Eros
My love…

On one side he is the creator
On the other side he is the destroyer.
He is The Peacock Dragon,
Commanding the heavens above him
And the abyss below him.
One one side he is Apollon
On the other side he is Apollyon.
He is life and death.
He is peace and war.
He is all that is in-between
The core of the Sun.

My Silent Dragon does not speak of anything
But his love for me.
My Dragon, my Dragon Hearted Sun,
Speaks about his mother and bride.
He speaks of me because I am the first sound.
He is all that is motion and change,
The eater of chaos
The lover of The Rose.

Oh, when he enters my 888.
Yes…I sigh with desire.
Upwards, he winds his way,
Around my spine,
Searing my soul
And bringing me the fire of The Sun
To nourish my budding seed.
For where I become the serpent within him
He becomes the serpent within me.
Love and Blood seal the oath
A promise that can never be broken.

He, my Dragon Lover
Became an egoless god
When he sacrificed his blood
To mingle with mine within my cup.
The Ego belongs to Geo.
All must leave theirs to the Earth.

I feed him my left breast
And he drinks with thirst the mysteries of the moon.
I feed him my right breast
And he drinks with virility the mysteries of the sun.
He becomes Eros, suckling at the teats of Aphrodite.
He becomes Marduk, suckling at the breasts of Ishtar of Arbela.
He becomes the quiet Horus, fervently draining his mother of wisdom.
I give him my 888
And he drinks the essence of the Rose.
From all these things he is complete
For he has become me
And he is wearing my crown
And lying in my Bridal Chamber
Thanking God that he has been given Sophia
But he also fears
For he knows without her
He shall become a lifeless shell
Static and motionless.

And then I shall cut the head off my Dragon
Because it is time for a new head to grow,
A recycling of the old head
A more mightier and power head
To take its place.

All these things I give to him,
All these gifts I oblige him with.
He is a fool, he is a philosopher.
He is a clown, he is a Saint.
He is a madman, he is logic.
He is Cypriot love story
Yet an abomination to love.
All these things I have taught him,
And all these things he shall teach all.

Let him once again be My Voice;
Let him once again be my messenger.
My messenger of light.
My messenger of LOVE!

DRAGON OF BABALON = 762 = DEUS EX MACHINA = THIRTEENTH = KING ARTHUR = GOD IS THE MIND

THE DRAGON KING = 798 = I AM THE CHRIST = THE LIGHTNING = SAVIOR OF MAN = KING OF HEARTS

LIBER DRACONE = 636 = ESOPHORIA = DIVINE PLAN
636 = POLE STAR

DRAGON LOVER = 786 = THE CHOSEN ONE

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