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      The Whore of Babalon

      June 20, 2012

      By Liz Armstrong

      www.liz-armstrong.com

      It all started when Labanna Babalon took acid every day for six days, and on the seventh stuffed seven hits in her vagina. From here life took a turn for the extra trippy, as the supernatural experiences she’d been having since childhood morphed into a reality filled with wild theories that race out of her mind faster than they can lace up their running shoes. A far-out den mother-slash-whore for all the aliens, robots, and unhinged seekers devoted to art, Labanna Babalon’s a freewheeler who kinda just hits record on video and channels different versions of herself, all in the name of spreading love. Pure glowing love, the kind that says, “I see you, and I accept you.” The kind of stuff made for little kids and deep weirdos on the internet.

      In the last year she’s created a community around YouTube missives delivered by her personality avatars. These include but are not limited to trance Goddess, bathing goof-off, booty-popping ho (there is a large number of fans who love her solely for her ass—watch for her in an upcoming Riff Raff project), BFF to a seemingly limitless number of hot crazy girls who’ll eat your heart for dessert, and maker of sounds that accelerate that feral part of all development. Here we’re premiering her first rap video, a collaboration with Cartier'GOD and Sasha Winn. And since her music release is only a small part of the equation of her larger art piece, we decided to talk to her about it all.

      VICE: I’ve seen some pretty racy videos of you lately, Labanna.
      Labanna Babylon: Really, more? Where?

      The upside-down booty popping with weed leaves on your titties?
      That was with Brooke Candy onstage at Freak City.

      What’s it like that your ass is famous?
      Someone in Ocean Gang Aquarium—one of these Ocean Gang forums that thousands of kids are on—wrote, “I like you second best next to Rihanna.” I get all these messages about my “booty meat” recently. Like, “I love yo’ booty meat, lemme get some of that booty meat!” I’m definitely like the Fool or the Joker. One of those quotes of Oscar Wilde’s that has stuck is something like, “You better make them laugh when you’re telling the truth or they’re going to want to kill you.” I was discovering all these intense things about humans, with social experimentation. Like, no one wants to fucking hear that.

      Hear what?
      Recognizing your demons, judgments, exclusivities. Anything you have to learn to graduate to 5D.

      What does graduating into 5D mean?
      We’re in 4D, and we don’t have the vocabulary to talk about 5D yet, but I imagine it more like an internet thing, where you can access everything energetically and go into different dimensions. You can see a veil being lifted from all the worlds and dimensions.

      Help me out. How are you doing this with your butt?
      It’s like a Venus flytrap. I’m working with as many things as I possibly can, to get as many people influenced and underneath a spell they are agreeing to.

      So the videos you do—your YouTube videos—are spreading a message.
      Yeah, and there’s tons of different avatars. So one video might touch just one person, access that certain alien part in them. I’m trying to access a bunch of different aliens, or guides.

      You’ve been talking a lot about aliens lately. What’s up?
      I love them. I’ve seen them since I was a kid. My mom even remembers me asking her about these blue and purple orbs. I remember seeing like a mood-ring man walk into my parents’ room, and I’ve had tons of supernatural things happen in my life. Instead of giving a lot of my spirituality away to one essence, like a god figure, I think of it more like a collective consciousness.

      When you say “alien,” do you mean “something inside of us that is higher”?
      Yeah. Or something from beyond. But I do think we are a genetic experimentation on creating sentient beings out of love. Any of the folklore from the beginning of time about God looking down on humans… there’s something really beautiful about our passion of love, really special that humans have that.

      Do you feel like you’ve entered 5D?
      Not all the time. I get pulled back down constantly. Also, I feel like the booty is trending, it’s like mother Earth. I’m really into the big cosmic mind, the Tree of Life.

      So the fruit of the Tree of Life is the booty?
      Yeah! Everybody’s booty. The Tree of Life is the internet, and the apple with the bite out of it is literally the computer. Mainly what I’m doing with the whole sexuality thing is trying to take things like shame and brainwashing ideas about beauty and a woman’s “place” and use them in a positive way to combat the forces of domineering people.

      Ah, got it. Distract ‘em with your booty popping while talking some serious stuff.
      Exactly. You know how Lil B has tons of him just being silly and fucking up, and then he has videos with real knowledge, respecting women, and of course they sneak in “gimme head” kind of songs—but they’re also doing amazing stuff too.

      How did you get started on all this?
      I’d been babysitting a little girl, and I made a YouTube video with her of us dancing. She was sick for a week, was getting her heart transplant, and I was doing an art show in Brooklyn in May last year called “The Science of Peace” by my friend Angelina Dream. It was in that convent in Greenpoint, and I filled a room with a bunch of paintings. I went home to go put on my sparkles and got an email that the girl had passed away while I was hanging up my paintings. The paintings were petals made out of breasts, like blossoming. Her name was Blossom. I realized I had made an altar for her, and even though I didn’t want to go back and party, I did. There, Sasha, my lady boy and music partner who calls me his drag mother, found a bag of 47 hits of acid.

      How do you just “find” a bag of acid?
      It was on the ground. We’d heard that some super-pure acid was around. So we tried it and it was what had been described. I’d already been taking some psychedelics and all I was doing was having sex and touching people. The next day I went back and took a hit. Hours and hours later, I shouldn’t have been tripping anymore, everyone went to bed, and Sasha and Angelina and I were locked in the convent. We were making sex videos in the chapel, and I’d started documenting everything. That’s kind of how I discovered to make the videos I make, I just started recording everything. Obviously a lot of this stuff goes into a blur.

      I would imagine such.
      Back in the nun house, everyone had gone to sleep, and I got these emails because I had been doing social experimentation on Facebook, trying to communicate with aliens by putting out weird messages. One guy wrote to me about the concept of the “Motherbox,” which I have since not been able to find anything on the internet about. It’s about how women’s vaginas are the Motherbox, and the Fatherbox is a computer or something manmade that’s controlled with hate and greed. The Motherbox is controlled with love, and during this transition into 5D we’ll be able to overcome the Fatherbox, and women will control the internet or electronics with their feminine essence. So I’m in this convent after shitting on a dollar bill, having sex in a chapel, making all kinds of crazy videos full of sound remnants, capturing the moments of a psychedelic trip. I’m watching a screensaver that’s user-generated, called Electric Sheep, and I was doing these dances, sending energy into the machine. I started controlling the computer and moving things onscreen and doing all this wild shit with my mind, and feeling directly connected with the person on the other side.

      Sounds great.
      So I have this bag of acid, I just discover that I can control the computer with my vagina, and I get an iPad, which I had engraved with the phrase, “Destroy All Limitations with Love,” and I was reading a crazy-ass book about the Whore of Babylon. So I’m like, OK, I’m doing this Babylon ritual. I took a hit of acid a day for six days, and on the seventh put seven in my vagina. Since then I’ve been on a mission for this particular cause and have let go of everything else before that.

      What’s happened since?
      Well, my friend reminded me, “Don’t you remember when we were 21 and that voodoo priest said you were gonna start this sex cult and take over the world?” And all this heavy shit started going down. I had a very weird conversation with a total Toid who’s the King of Cashmere, asking me to meet up with him.

      Toid?
      Reptoid, a term I made up. My friend went out to meet him and as soon as she left the building a one-eyed man followed her. Lots of creepy stuff started happening. There’s an information battle. The internet is the Tree of Life, and there’s a huge battle between ownership and possession of all this knowledge that has been unleashed.

      When did you realize all this about the Toids?
      Maybe a month after I did the crazy acid trip and got really paranoid about Toids, the Norwegian government flew me over three and I almost didn’t go.

      That’s where you performed your “Ass Clap Therapy”?
      I had to do all these crazy rituals in my mind to protect me from apocalypses.

      How do you not go crazy? Or are you? Do you ever think about that?
      I don’t have a home, I don’t have a job, I don’t have a phone right now. I don’t have a car, I don’t have a dog. Boyfriends are really hard for me… Yeah, I’m fucking crazy!

      At least you’re functional.
      You gotta put it in perspective of everything turning upside-down. Like, super right-wing Christians almost seem like Satanists. Man becomes woman, woman becomes man. The Whore of Babylon becomes Jesus. All this stuff flips in order for us to graduate into 5D. Relaxed duality, the holy hermaphrodite embodying both of these things. If we really were an alien genetics experiment, then the reptiles are the divide, the yin and yang that keeps God and human, all of us divided. Like, “I’m man and you’re woman; I’m God and you’re human.” Anything that makes the Godhead more important than the Goddesshead is a distraction from potential in humankind. It turns people into sheep, taking their energy, putting it into the matrix—like the movie—and sucking their energy from them.

      You crack me up.
      The way I feel like I’m not crazy is that I’m able to let go of all of it.

      You’re not attached to it. But I’m not actually concerned with your sanity.
      Sure, I have all sorts of idealistic and crazy fantasies, and I could also let go of them all and fall in love with one man and have a baby and hope the apocalypse doesn’t happen. But also, I wouldn’t mind having a Whoreship mansion filled with all my girlfriends and a whole floor of bathtubs and doing crazy love meditations that eventually cleanse the earth.

      I'm down.
       

      @lababalon
      @lizzyarmstrong

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      Topics: Labanna Babalon, acid, healing, energy, love, YouTube, crazy girls, Whoreship, Ocean Gang

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