Tag: 2nd annual left hand path conference

I have been asked to be a presenter at the upcoming 2nd Annual Left Hand Path Conference, in Indianapolis, July 25-27. Here is an excerpt from my presentation – The Babalon Current in Modern Magick.

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There are those among us that look into the mouth of the Beast of the Apocalypse and fear. They say, “Go back! Retreat to the farms and the woods. Hide in the faerie places. We must abandon our folly!” They pretend that we can put the genie back in the bottle.

The idea is foolishness. The Singularity is here. The Aeon of Horus flares out quickly like the temper tantrum of a crowned and conquering child. The Aeon of Thoth, god of the Information, arises.

But to successfully ride the wave and prevent our Eschaton from becoming Armageddon, we must get back into harmony with nature. The only way to do this is to know our nature. As it is writ large over the entrance of the great temple at Delphi, where the Oracles gave their wisdom – Know Thyself.

Once again, we can look to the Red Goddess.

As noted, she was with us from the start of civilization in her holy land between the Tigris and the Euphrates. And thousands of years before that we made rough-hewn fetishes of a goddess that was all tits, and hips, and cunt. Yet as old as the Goddess of Willendorf is, her age is but a fraction of the 200,000 years that have passed since homo sapiens stood upright on the plains of Africa.

If we are to know ourselves, isn’t it vital to know who we were at the beginning? Who we have been for the vast majority of human history before we built cities? Sadly, little can be known.

Little, but we do know some things.

The first thing we can examine is our own biology, hardly changed since those times. We are one of the few mammals with no estrous cycle. Humans are ready to fuck at the drop of the loin cloth. In its place, the menstrual cycle regulates breeding but not appetites.

Human males sport a larger penis and larger testicles than all save one of the primates. But gentlemen, before you pound your chest in pride over having a dick bigger than a gorilla, it’s time to bust some common myths.

The idea that females are the coy, demure, and reserved half of the species when it comes to sex has proven to be absurd. The idea that females choose mates based solely on their loyalty and ability to provide for children is equally false. These ideas are but a thin veneer painted onto womankind by misogynist civilizations.

The truth is, the size of our organs developed solely for sperm competition. True natural selection takes place on the microscopic battlefield. Our big cocks and unique thrusting motion are designed to remove previous semen deposits. Our giant testicles produce huge amounts of sperm in order to overcome a rival’s forces within the womb.

In case you haven’t caught on, this means, biologically, we are designed to fuck a woman who has sex with multiple males at the same time. In essence, each vagina is a Holy Grail, holding the “blood” of many “saints.”

Why is it beneficial for a species to be veritable fuck machines? Perhaps we can turn to our closest genetic relatives, that one primate that does have bigger balls than us – the bonobo ape. While other primates, when confronted with a new source of food will proceed to pummel each other senseless so that the biggest, strongest, and most violent get the largest share, bonobos take a different approach. Upon discovering an abundance of food the matriarchal bonobos throw an orgy. Only after renewing their social bonds and blowing off steam – male on female, female on female, and male on male – do they take their time and share the feast as equally as they can.

You may be saying at this point, “nothing is true, everything is permitted.” We are magicians. We are not bound to what has been. We can be anything.

Maybe so, but the question remains. Which ape do you want to be? Me, I side with Babalon’s breed.