kaos

Correspondence
Control of Choronzon “In Nomine Babalon”
Joel—The idea that Choronzon is controlled “In Nomine Babalon” I believe relates to
a complex constellation of symbols. Chapter 49 of Liber 333 states this explicitly, and
gives Her Name as “the Seal upon the Ring that is on the Fore-finger of it: and it is the
Seal upon the Tombs of them whom She hath slain.” And in the commentary, Crowley
says: “Paragraph 7 explains the theological difficulty referred to above. There is only one
symbol, but this symbol has many names: of those names babalon is the holiest. It is
the name referred to in Liber Legis, 1, 22.” What precisely the “theological difficulty”
might be is unclear to me at this time, but it appears that by babalon he means that by
the mark of the magistry of the Master of the Temple is Choronzon silenced, or that is
one interpretation. This makes sense, at least to me. Silence is only possible for a Magister
Templi, and I think somewhere it is stated that the Magister Templi is required to enter
the Abyss and “master” Choronzon. It is the Silence under the Night of Pan, where the
Masters sit encamped and bloodless on the Great Sea of Binah.
What really happened in Orinda that night, when three sat together at 3:33 am in
the 19 th Æthyr? It is a curious tale, and will be included in “the essay”. Remembering
what happened and why was a bit of a watershed for me, a couple of weeks back. Jones
once told me that the 19 th is the 10 th , with a choice. There is no choice in the 10 th . It’s a
puzzling comparison, and not obvious from Crowley’s Visions, but seems to agree with
my experience.
In the 19 th Æthyr, I witnessed Choronzon manifest, “for real”, and the only way that
I made it through unscathed, even amused by the proceedings, was by virtue of an
enclosed silence where I could not be touched, or affected, in any way. I was folded up
into myself, and words fail me here attempting to describe it. Three of us sat in Silence,
while those around us screamed, and cried, and argued incessantly, and literally physically
tore at one another in fear and loathing. It only ended when they dropped of exhaustion.
There was nothing one could do that would silence them. Chaos is Peace, and Crowley
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