Babylon Born

Babylon Born Benjamin Ryan Powell
🏴‍☠️ USMC Vet | TedX Speaker | Artisan
🧙🏼‍♂️ Revelator of Truth | Consumer of Scrolls | Witness
💫 I am Who I Said I’d Be

Mission:
Fostering a journey of self-discovery, spiritual connection, and boundless creativity. We stoke the divine flame within, inspiring the collective exploration of the esoteric, the mystic and of the higher dimensions of consciousness. Vision:
A community where open dialogue, creativity and the interconnectedness of all things, collectively contributes to a harmonious and awakened global con

sciousness. Core Values:
Soulful Authenticity
- Embrace raw openness and vulnerability
- Encourage benevolent self-expression
Universal Connection
- Acknowledge and celebrate the interconnectedness of all things
- Foster a sense of belonging within the community
Creative Brilliance
- Pursue excellence in every composition.
- Inspire and be inspired by artistic exploration
Healing Intent
- Utilize talents for personal and collective healing
- Foster an environment of hope and emotional well-being
Continuous Discovery
- Cultivate a perpetual learning mindset
- Explore diverse wisdom and ancient teachings
Spiritual Harmony
- Seek inner balance and connection
- Act with mindfulness and spiritual awareness
Empathic Unity
- Demonstrate empathy and compassion
- Support and uplift fellow community members
Innovative Collaboration
- Encourage collaborative creativity
Quality Excellence
- Commit to punctuality and reliability
- Deliver exceptional quality in all creative endeavors
Hopeful Inspiration
- Inspire hope and positive transformation.
- Share stories of resilience, growth, and personal triumph

These values serve as guiding principles, shaping the behavior of Babylon Born's stakeholders and contributing to the realization of our collective vision. Together, we embark on a journey where every soul finds purpose, every creation tells a story, and magic becomes a shared reality.

06/03/2026

One minute of didgeridoo.

I picked this instrument up about a year and a half ago, and I’m still learning, but there’s something about its deep drone and the breathwork it requires that has made it an instrument I’ll continue to integrate more deeply into my life.

Here’s a short glimpse into where that journey has brought me so far.

One day soon, I hope to travel to Australia—or anywhere, really—and learn from more experienced players, exploring the traditions and techniques behind this unique craft at a deeper level.

If you’re a didgeridoo player—or know someone who is—I’d love to connect, hear your story, and learn where this path might lead next.

06/02/2026

“Romeo Loved Juliet” — my first fully finished original song.

Written and composed by me.

This is just a rough phone recording, but it’s the first time I’ve made it all the way through from memory. The story comes from a place of experience, though the characters and details have taken on a life of their own.

I’d love your feedback:
* What line stood out to you?
* What did you think the song was about?
* What emotions did it bring up?

05/25/2026

Been a little over six months since I picked up the guitar and really sang.
I’ve spent a long time hesitating and second guessing myself when it comes to sharing this side of me publicly.

Trying to stop hiding from it.
So here’s my take on “Whiskey” by Trampled by Turtles.

First step back into the fire.

And not a soul lifted a finger against the injustices of this town. You won’t find me walking in the crowds but you’ll f...
05/13/2026

And not a soul lifted a finger against the injustices of this town. You won’t find me walking in the crowds but you’ll feel my presence like a shadow coming to steal your crown.

But of course it’s Her way of lifeShe just crossed the state line for that f’n knifeCollecting Aflac like they were only...
05/13/2026

But of course it’s Her way of life
She just crossed the state line for that f’n knife
Collecting Aflac like they were only worth a dime
Blowing your candles out — it happened three times
Best mom in the world what a joke
With that line even the devil was provoked
Motive was always — her image in others minds
Happy Birthday b*tch, here’s your mother f’n rhyme

…to keep someone confused, emotionally off balance, and easier to control. …to keep accountability out of reach while m...
05/11/2026

…to keep someone confused, emotionally off balance, and easier to control.
…to keep accountability out of reach while maintaining power over the narrative.
…to keep a person chasing clarity that was intentionally withheld.
…to keep emotional leverage without having to communicate honestly.
…to keep someone attached through uncertainty and self-doubt.
…to keep distance without taking responsibility for the damage caused.

If you can’t see the levels of hypocrisy woven through every single word you speak — then the world itself will bear witness to the “Vampire” you have become.

I have met so many “healers” who claim to be in “service” to others, yet only used it as a mask to conceal their true nature — charlatans draped in false light. They plagiarize the work of artists, steal the faces and photographs of others, and fabricate identities designed to seduce trust and manufacture false intimacy.

You were tested! To see the maturity of your spirit. And when you rushed at the opportunity to fill the role of a “teacher” I knew then that your ego had already seized the throne. Your projections were so unbelievably transparent all I could respond with was, “thank you for the clarity”. Because clarity was certainly what you provided. The unmistakable revelation of who you truly are.

And when gifts begin arriving from your romantic partners, understand this well: I was never trying to know you more deeply. I was trying to warn you. A betrayal I know dearly has taught me to recognize the serpents that coil quietly within one’s own bedchamber.

If and when I ever see you again, I will rebuke you as one who chose performance over truth, and illusion over integrity.

Correct the wise and they will become wiser still; correct a fool and they will hate you.

New nodes being published daily. If you want to see how this story plays into it all. Visit the link in bio —subscribe and be witness.

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Every word carries a story. The story of Sons and Daughters, of Husbands and Wives, of Dreams and Shattered Hearts. It’s...
05/10/2026

Every word carries a story. The story of Sons and Daughters, of Husbands and Wives, of Dreams and Shattered Hearts. It’s said that our souls choose the experiences we must encounter in this life, it’s the education we need to become whole. Yet, I still mourn.

The Obeahman’s WangaIs she a queen writing poetry for ears of the dead?A womb withering — laying lonely in bed?A moment ...
05/09/2026

The Obeahman’s Wanga
Is she a queen writing poetry for ears of the dead?
A womb withering — laying lonely in bed?
A moment lost, surrendered to the ego’s discernment —
Oh what an illusion, he whispers, you definitely earned it.
Rise, oh goddess. Urich has returned.
Head to the crossroads — hear what Inti observed.
Mayahuel’s blooming sacrifice
bleeds the pups from the ground.
A two-tailed Tolok beckons,
symbols spinning all around.
The Wanga is fixed.
The shadow is caught.
In the death of the bloom,
new luck is bought.
A poem for a poet,
a mother-to-be —
come quick, come hurry,
the world wants to see.

The Mystery of the Man EaterOlyyo Aner, she stilled the beating heart;I leaned in close and breathed the toxic smoke,Apo...
05/07/2026

The Mystery of the Man Eater

Olyyo Aner, she stilled the beating heart;
I leaned in close and breathed the toxic smoke,
Apollo’s vision forced the tongue to start,
as darkened words the prophet then awoke —
where Hero stood in Sestos by the sea,
she raised her torch to light the lover’s way,
nor knew the altar winds were set to blow —
how death would come to be —
for scribes to press their passion into clay,
the embers slowly fading from their glow.

A single stanza Keatsian Ode in strict iambic pentameter with one trimeter line.

Oh Opuntia - would a wolf plant you at the cities edge?Your womb “teeming” from divinities bed?Adopted not in Locrus’s h...
05/03/2026

Oh Opuntia - would a wolf plant you at the cities edge?
Your womb “teeming” from divinities bed?
Adopted not in Locrus’s head!
For a daughter born to the barrenless?
Rather you be carried off with love instead!

The prickly pear takes its name from Opus, the ancient Greek city founded through divine encounter — a king without an heir, a wife carried off by Zeus, and a lineage born from love and loss.

All of it lives in the question the poem cannot stop asking — whether to be returned to barrenness is fate, or whether to be carried off with love is the truer, more difficult grace.

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