@sethis Wer hätte gedacht, dass wir mal einer Meinung sein würden.
Genau, die wenigsten wissen, was mit "Hure Babylon" wirklich
gemeint ist. Ich schrieb selber schon so oft in anderen Threads etwas
dazu.
Die große Göttin hat viele Namen, einer davon ist Babalon
oder Isis oder Inanna, Ischtar, Lilith oder eben auch Baʿalat (Baʿalath),
Astarte und so weiter, sie hat wie gesagt viele Namen ^^.
Hier zeigt sich der Bezug zu Babylon deutlich:
Ischtar ist eine Sumerisch- Babylonische Göttin. Sie war die siegreiche Stadtgöttin von Babylon. Der korrekte Name des Ischtartors bedeutet: "Ischtar, die ihre Feinde besiegt".
Inanna ist der Titel von Ischtar. Das bedeutet mächtige Herrin der Engel / Götter.
Ischtar ist identisch mit Isis (Auset,Aset). Der Name Isis ist die griechische Übersetzung des Ägyptischen Namens, der Ischa, IST, AST, ist. Hieran erkennt man, dass Ist ... eine abgekürzte Version des Namens Istar oder Istara ist. Istara ist die originale Aussprache des Babylonischen und des noch älteren, aus Atlantisch stammenden Henochisch (Der sprache der Engel)
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sethis schrieb: Ob der Gott sich nennt Jahwe , Allah, Brahma....oder ob es der namenlose Gott sei , der heute die Welt quält....sie wissen, wenn sie wieder erscheint, ist dies ihr Ende.
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@sethis da schrieb, trifft es genau !
Das folgende Gedicht passt gut dazu, zeigt die
unvergängliche Macht und Stärke der großen Göttin
und weist in die Zukunft, die im Jetzt begonnen hat !
~ The Birth of Babalon ~
What is the tumult among the Stars
That have shone so still till now?
What are the furrows of pain and wrath
Upon the immortal brow?
Why is the face of God turned grey
And his angels all grown white?
What is the terrible Ruby Star
That burns down the crimson night?
What is the beauty that flames so bright
Athwart the awful Dawn?
She has taken flesh, she is come to judge
the thrones ye rule upon.
Quail ye kings for an end is come ...
... In the Birth of BABALON.
I have walked three dreadful nights away
In halls beyond despair,
I have given marrow and tears and sweat
and blood to make her fair.
I have lain my love and smashed my heart
and filled her cup with blood,
That blood might flow from the loins of woe
to the cup of brotherhood.
The cities reel in the shout of steel
where the sword of war is drawn.
Sing ye saints for the day is come ...
... In the Birth of BABALON.
Now God has called for his judgement book
and seen his name therein
And the grace of God and the guilt of God
have spelt it out as sin
His bloody priests have clutched his robes
and stained his linen gown
And his victims swarm from his broken hell
to drag his kingdom down.
O popes and kings and the little gods
are sick and sad and wan
To see the crimson star that bursts
like blood upon the dawn
While trumpets sound and stars rejoice ...
... At the Birth of BABALON.
BABALON is too beautiful
for sight of mortal eyes
She has hidden her loveliness away
in lonely midnight skies,
She has clothed her beauty in robes of sin
and pledged her heart to swine
And loving and giving all she has
brewed for saints immortal wine.
But now the darkness is riven through
and the robes of sin are gone,
And naked she stands as a terrible blade
and a Flame and a splendid Song
Naked in radiant mortal flesh ...
... At the Birth of BABALON.
She is come new born as a mortal maid
forgetting her high estate,
She has opened her arms to pain and death
and dared the doom of fate,
And death and hell are at her back,
but her eyes are bright with life,
Her heart is high and her sword is strong
to meet the deadly strife,
Her voice is sure as the judgement trump
to crack the house of wrong,
Though walls are high and stone is hard
and the rule of hell was long
The gates shall fall and the irons break ...
... In the Birth of BABALON.
Her mouth is red and her breasts are fair
and her loins are full of fire,
And her lust is strong as a man is strong
in the heat of her desire,
And her whoredom is holy as virtue is foul
beneath the holy sky,
And her kisses will wanton the world away
in passion that shall not die.
Ye shall laugh and love and follow her dance
when the wrath of God is gone
And dream no more of hell and hate ...
... In the Birth of BABALON ...