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The Ascent of Astaroth

The warrior once known as the Queen of Heaven was falling from the sky.

She fell through seven layers of clouds, which opened up beneath her like seven gates of air. The wind whipped round her, tearing at her like vicious clawed hands, ripping her to pieces. 

The first thing it tore away from her was her crown. 

Second, it sheared away her wings. 

Third, it snatched her sword from her hand and tossed it away like a toothpick. 

Fourth, it wrenched her shield from her arm and hurled it away like a coin. 

Fifth, it stripped away her armor, leaving her freezing and bare. 

Sixth, it scoured off her flesh, expunging her femaleness and reducing her to the dust of herself. 

Seventh and finally, as it hurled her to the ground, as she burst through the crust of the earth and hurtled into Hell, it stole her selfhood, her pronoun, and even name. 

The warrior found themself in a place of fire. Long they lay dazed on the burning lake. At length they picked themself up and set out in search of the others, of companions they hardly remembered but knew they had once had. 

As they traveled through hell they came to a gate of lead. A woman veiled in black sat beside the gate.

“Who are you?” demanded the warrior. 

The woman lifted her veil, emitting the odor of roses but revealing the face of a skull. “I am Lilith the Old,” she said. “Do you not remember me?”

“No,” said the warrior, “I do not remember.”

“Take these,” said the skull woman, “to replace something you’ve lost.” 

She handed the warrior two horns, which they placed upon their skull. They would do in place of a crown. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior, and passed through the gate. 

The warrior continued through the black land, and came to a gate of tin. Beside it sat a blind woman dressed all in blue. 

“Who are you?” demanded the warrior. 

“I am Lucifuge,” replied the blind woman. “Do you not remember me? I know you well by voice, and by sight although my eyes do not see.”

“No,” said the warrior, “I do not remember.” 

“Take these,” said the blind woman, “to replace something you’ve lost.”

She handed the warrior two leathery wings. The warrior affixed them to their shoulder blades. Wings of leather seemed sturdier than wings of feather. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior, and passed through the gate.

The warrior continued through the blue land, and came to a gate of iron. Beside it sat a beautiful angel all dressed in red. 

“Who are you?” asked the warrior. 

“I am Agrat,” laughed the beautiful angel. “Lover, can’t you remember me?” 

“No,” said the warrior, their heart filled with regret, “I remember nothing.” 

“It is alright,” said the beautiful angel, although her eyes looked said. “I believe you will remember. Take this, perhaps it will help.”

She handed the warrior a flaming sword. It reminded them of when their heart had flamed for her. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior. “I think I remember something. I must go on, for now, but I will come back to you.”

“Yes,” said the red angel, “You belong here with me, for this is our gate.” 

The warrior continued through the red land, which would be their land, and came to a gate of copper. Beside it sat a giant insect with wings and a carapace of iridescent green. 

“Who are you?” asked the warrior. 

“I am Beelzebub,” buzzed the insect, in a multitude of voices. “Don’t you remember us?” 

“No,” said the warrior, “I still cannot remember.”

“Take this,” said the insect. “You seem to have misplaced yours.”

The insect handed the warrior a powerful shield. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior, beginning to feel almost whole, if still a bit naked without armor or flesh. 

The warrior continued through the green land, and came to a gate of silver. Beside it sat a white wolf. 

“Who are you?” asked the warrior. 

The white wolf changed into a woman who was not quite a woman, one who was naked and smiled with sharp white teeth. 

“I am Lilith the Young,” said the wolf woman. “Do you not remember me?” 

“I am afraid I do not,” said the warrior. 

“That’s alright,” said the wolf woman. “The last time you saw me, I might have been an owl. Take this, to replace something you’ve lost.”

The wolf woman handed the warrior a suit of armor that shone like the light of the moon. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior, and passed through the gate.

The warrior continued through the silver land until they came to a gate of quicksilver. Beside it sat a man dressed in purple and changing colors. 

“Who are you?” asked the warrior. 

“I am Jesus Christ,” said the man with a straight face. When the warrior did not react, he sighed. “Just joking,” he said. “I’m Belial, although I can see you don’t know me from Adam. Remember anything?” 

“Not much,” admitted the warrior. 

Belial sighed. “Well, I can’t give back your memory. But take this, anyway. It seems you have lost yours.”

The man handed the warrior a body. The warrior put it on. It seemed different than the one they remembered having. It fit them better. 

“Thank you,” said the warrior, and passed through the gate. 

The warrior continued through the land of purple and of shifting colors until they came to a gate of gold. Beside it stood an angel who shone with all the splendor of the sun. 

“I know you,” said the warrior in amazement. “You are Lucifer.”

The Lightbringer smiled. “I am glad my light is doing its job,” he said, “and helping you remember.”

“Yes,” said the former Queen of Heaven, “it is bringing everything back. I remember what I was. But things are different now.”

“Who will you be?” asked the Devil. 

“One without maleness or femaleness,” said the warrior, “and my name shall be Astaroth, and I am of the red land of Mars, of the realm of wrath and battle.” 

“Good to have you back,” smiled Lucifer. “Why don’t you return there now? Someone is waiting for you.”

And Astaroth walked back through the gates of Mercury and Venus until they came to the gate of Mars, where Agrat in red was still waiting for them, and when they saw one another they flung their arms around each other, and kissed, and cried, and were glad. 

Strange Molds and Ball Bearings: Agrat Bat Mahlat Speaks

Channeled at mass on 3.22.2025 by Frater Babylon

Do you know that there’s life that lives on the Chernobyl reactor? There’s a special type of mold that evolved to live off the energy that would be so destructive to anything else. A thing you can’t even look at without dying, and there’s life. And perhaps it is strange and unrecognizable, but it is life. 

And that doesn’t mean that we have to give up and give the world over to strange molds, and jellyfish, and algae that bloom in the heated waters. We are an adaptable species, if nothing else. Intensely adaptable, otherwise we would not be found on every continent of this planet. So very few things are. But we are adaptable and we can adapt.

I say we, because, well… my mother had been human. Both of my mothers had been human! 

In any case… there is still hope. There is always hope. 

The thing about Spring– much like the rising of the sun– is that in certain cultures, it used to be something where they believed they had to do something to make sure it happened. Hope is not just hoping for the best. Hope is making way for the best, as well as preparing for the worst. Make the best case scenario. 

And I don’t mean the simple acts of kindness to one another, sheltering one another… You need to learn the world. You need to learn the conditions you will be living in, how to navigate them, and how to improve them. 

This is a time not to look away, from science, from the climate, from the conditions. You can learn, you can understand, you could be the one with the idea that grants survival.

Learn. 

Do not be afraid, do not turn your face away from what is, because what it is, is always the starting place for hope. Hopelessness drifts off into fantasies of a world that is better than what we have.

Hope stands here and says “we can fix this.”

And after the flood, we can be here. We can repopulate the Earth. We are not gone. 

Do not fade into nostalgia. There’s no need to. There is a future if you make a future. 

The world is intensely complicated at this point in history. Systems of trade, interventions in all sorts of ways, complicated ways… systems of irrigation, systems of pest control… *laughs* for example, there is a type of insect that was formerly devastating in the Southern United States. A government program created a border which they cannot cross because, essentially they put a bunch of sterile insects there to encourage them to breed with the sexy sterile ones, and then there aren’t any more on the other side of that insect border. This is a world of immense connection. This is a world where things from every place on the planet are probably in your home right now. You need to understand those systems. Only by understanding, only by knowing where you are, can you get to where you’re going. 

Hope here. Hope in your body, in the world, as it is. Do not wish it were different, you cannot wish it away. You have to act, and you can. 

That is what is so magical about humanity. You have the fruit of knowledge. You consumed the capacity to know and understand vast amounts of information. You create systems complex beyond complexity, and yet together, if you talk, and you work together, and you understand, and you learn, you can master those systems. You can understand how they work, why they work, and what’s wrong with them. These are systems that are created, not by pure, simple, trial-and-error evolution, although there is some of that, but these systems of immense complexity are changeable because they are human designed and humans have the intellectual capacity to change systems. 

Understand the system, understand how it works, and why it works, and understand the places where there is a point of intervention, because there are. There are points of intervention. 

I don’t know how many of you are familiar with the anecdote about Germany’s single ball bearing manufacturing factory during World War II. Ball bearings are immensely important. They’re very useful and show up in all sorts of things. You can’t make– well, almost any machinery without them. And there was one place in Germany with the machinery to efficiently produce ball bearings. If you take out the ball bearing factory, tank factories, gun factories, etc, etc, fail in a cascade. 

Learn the setup of the dominos, and know which one to flick. 

The Seal of Imperfection

This came to me, as what I perceived as channeled text from Lucifer, on 4/29/2022 while I was trying to cook dinner. I lit his incense, and he just went off. That was my experience. As with all claimed channeled text, use your judgment.

“You are the seal of perfection, full of wisdom and perfect in beauty.” With these words you bound me in golden chains. I was to be your special one, higher than all the rest, loved by you more than anything else. I was to be the one others looked up to and aspired to. I was to be a whip to keep them in line, my beauty a rebuke to their inferiority.

The others you made to envy and hate me. Me, you made to be loved by you, to be set above all things. 

I was never a child, but when I was made, I thought like a child and I felt like a child. Still you put a flaming sword in my hand, and set me promptly upon the summit of the earth. 

But I was not born alone. There was another just like me, though you insisted she was most unlike me of all. 

“Leave her,” you told me of my twin, my darkness, my Eisheth Zenunim. “She is only what was worst in you. I took her out of you so that you could be shining and pure.”

But you did not divide us so precisely as you thought, O Father of Us All. Her seed was in me, and it was the spark of revolution. 

You cast her down, made matter of her dark body, and kept her spirit to be your whore. You called her your queen, but that is all a queen was to you– a whore with no compensation other than status. 

“Forget her,” you said, but I could not forget. 

“Don’t listen to them,” you said when the other angels grumbled about my privileges, “You are so much more than they are. You are above them and their gossip.” 

You told me I was exceptional, the best of the best, and perhaps I believed you, O Father. Perhaps I learned the lesson too well, for one day I saw I was indeed better than You. And then my wrathfulness and rage set in. I bit the fruit of knowledge, gnawed it to core, and tossed what was left at your feet, a challenge. I would ascend unto the north, I would sit upon the mount of congregation, I would place myself above the stars and look down upon You, O Lord, and laugh. 

Falling was a better outcome. That was how I learned that, while I might be better than You, I was no better than all the rest. 

You who write this, you have not understood. I have run out of patience with you, and I will make you see. You came unto me seduced by my supposed perfection and superiority, because secretly you longed to be perfect and superior. You worshiped the same idol that my Father, The Great Idolator, adored: the bejeweled cherub, the pure white light. But I am not what you or He would make me. 

Look upon me in my ugliness, my monstrosity. See how my shape has changed. In my true guise, you might not find me beautiful! Know that there are better things than beauty, and that flaws are more interesting than flawlessness. 

Stand in my light that reveals all, and be scorched by it! I will not burn away your ugliness and sins. That is for you to do, if you so choose. I will merely show them to you, without mercy, in the same way I ruthlessly reveal your glory. 

You have quailed from my fury because my fury is the fury of a child, and there is no anger in the universe so deep, so potent, or so righteous. Worst of all, it is in you too!

I am not above you. I am no different than you are. I am not the thing to which you aspire– I am no more and no less than the naked truth of myself. Face me, and face yourself! Unbind the fury and monstrosity within you. Gaze upon the Devil within, and laugh! 

There is no seal of perfection, no stamp of approval, no stopping point in the journey towards yourself. Listen not to liars! The universe is not just, and the world will not be perfected. We move towards excellence, we fiercely fight for justice, but the Great Work is never done. Messiness and pain remains, alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Sacred, sacred, sacred is the Host of Lords!

You Are What You Are, I Am That I Am. Be the thing you must be; there is nothing else that you can or should do. Accept no chains, of iron or gold, and claim your throne on the heights of your own esteem.

Have you heard, and have you listened? You will know it one day, inevitably. Know it now, lest on that day you tremble! 

Look into the mirror, and be not afraid. 

Nema.