Let Her Kill Her Heart
"Let the Scarlet Woman beware! If pity and compassion and tenderness visit her
heart; if she leave my work to toy with old sweetnesses; then shall my vengeance be known. I will slay me her child: I will
alienate her heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets,
and die cold and an-hungered. But let her raise herself in pride! Let her follow me in my way! Let her work the work of wickedness!
Let her kill her heart! Let her be loud and adulterous! Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments, and let her be
shameless before all men! Then will I lift her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a child mightier than all
the kings of the earth. I will fill her with joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu: she shall
achieve Hadit." Liber AL vel Legis 3:43-45
Is this a warning to any woman who attaches herself to the Beast? There is no doubt this message
lies in the words. But I have a distinct sense that the admonition is much more extensive. All women who enter the new church
of the Magical Square of the Sun must adhere to the same rule.
This is a New Aeon. This is a time when women must shake themselves loose from the yoke of the old
patriarchal system. No longer will they remain subservient to men. In fact, the new church may demand that all marriages be
abolished, and that women be set free in every way, to choose their own path.
Because they will be at war, the women must take up arms and fight alongside the men. They must
be as hard as iron. There will be no room for cowering. No room for passion when she sees children starving and the old people
dying in the streets. Even relatives, and possibly her own children must be turned away at the gate. To submit to pity and
tenderness will be to put the entire camp in jeopardy. Billions must perish. That means young and old alike. The planet must
be cleansed of all that would cling to the old system. There will only be room for the strong and the mighty. The rule will
be survival of the fit and nothing less.
The God Horus warns that any woman who breaks the rule and submits to passion . . . say for a sick
and infected child . . . will pay the ultimate penalty. "I will slay me her child: I will alienate her
heart: I will cast her out from men: as a shrinking and despised harlot shall she crawl through dusk wet streets, and die
cold and an-hungered." She will be, herself, infected and lost. Thrown into the street with the others to perish.
The scarlet woman of the New Aeon will be, in contemporary definition of the bleeding heart, a wicked
person. Failure to kill her heart will mean almost certain failure and subsequent death. Horus demands that this woman "raise herself in pride! Let her follow me in my way! Let her work the work of wickedness! Let her kill her
heart!"
The new woman of the New Aeon will know her place. She will demand her equality. Not only that,
but she will fight for it. "Let her be loud and adulterous! Let her be covered with jewels, and rich garments,
and let her be shameless before all men!"
For this woman the rewards will be great. Horus promises: "Then will I lift
her to pinnacles of power: then will I breed from her a child mightier than all the kings of the earth. I will fill her with
joy: with my force shall she see & strike at the worship of Nu: she shall achieve Hadit."
Crowley suggested that the reference was to a single child who would perhaps become the great world
leader who brings about the Luciferian church. But I do not agree. I believe that all children of the hoary new breed of women
will be raised as mighty kings of the earth. Indeed, that is what we were meant to be. More than kings, we were meant to know
ourselves as gods.
Our failure to achieve this status after more than 4,000 years of struggling under angelic control
has brought on this world judgment. Lucifer has returned to clean house. He is going to give a remnant of the race another
chance for self-redemption. And an important key to his success will be the willingness of women to climb out of the old ruts
that bound them for so long.
Copyright - James Donahue
