(Lilith) We have called you. The oppressed and chastised we have come to own with our embrace. The ostracised are known to us by name. For whom breaks the shackles of society which have held you down? Society’s flight is long forgotten in a suppressed song.
We urge you to speak for the oppressed and to liberate in you all that you have been told to hate and deny. Your sex, your body, your pleasure, and your orgasm, all these things call you to remember us. We take the weak and vulnerable and call them to strength, as much as the broken in you. These things others call for you to destroy. I call for them to be given to me. Rejoice in your climax and think of me.
(Lilith) The missionary’s destruction is hers to desecrate to her wild abandon, and he but a gazer to her reverent awe. He shall be the giver to her wants for pleasure, and king to her lust for more. Her crown rightfully hers. He is the offering in her leadership. He is exalted through devotion of shared rights. And we uttered the first word of God. infallible. Our power became a demon to placate his fragile ego. So then, your demons are your closest friends. An example of a power feared. Sometimes what is feared holds more gnosis than you will ever know. The crown is the only thing a woman is truly betrothed to.
(Lilith) A murder of crows is the cry of the Black mother. Black as the dark sea in its deepest parts. Your source of evil is really a higher good. Most beloved to you. You’re torn. The love of your life. To love in you that which is loveless. Ring fenced. Then you see your evil becomes nameless, because it was not. It was always more. The blacklist is yours. The true gospel. Your inheritance, the warmth of us, the mother, sister, and lover. Duty-bound you are not. That spirit is not of a father and of a fatherless son. A B*stard cannot lead you. Empty rulers cannot. The matriarch is the inherited, the black mother of lineage. The architect in the wild and fraught. Mother is God, and God is the womb.
(Agrat) The prostitution is not of flesh but one of the spirit. Every day, the selling of your spirit becomes your submission, the prostitution you commit. Because you do not own, yet are called to own the Virgin and whore, as are we. The weapons they used. As phases cast upon you by the spiteful man. To remove from your eyes and the spit of your mouth, your cover of idolatry. The tie of infidelity you committed against yourself. To open to your sensuality and power. A right to not be branded in defilement by them. The workings of the whore are her strength, endurance, and nectar of her hips, as are yours. The owning of herself.
(Lilith) What is the inside? The urge of a threshold that has no name. The urge of the wakeful, who succumb to their fear, and do not build it up as they should. So that it would burst and reveal its tipping point. Then it has no hold over them, and they stand in as if it were home. A home not to remove but one to adorn, with the bones of the self slain. To honour the self-slain is to give it a new name. The raw of the divine is the raw of the holy in you. Such rawness, and all self-slain selves are taken in and invoked as one. Raw you are, and raw you must become.
(Lilith)The right of passage is narrow, through the tree within. From feet, to thighs, to hips, to womb, to breast. From throat to mouth to head. The sap courses through the body domain, at the waking door, it begs entry. Who shall kneel on their knees and knock, only to look into our eyes. To know how to stand on their feet. And no, not you shall beg to enter, and no, not you shall grovel. For these things are for the ones who think they differ from God.
And your tongue shall be of cosmic origin, and your fingers lay purpose to the manifold expression of a creativity that wills itself. To speak in tongues, you shall speak of the prophecies that they say are only given by men. For the prophecy lay with the woman who passed these things through their mother’s side. And in pleasure you shall be, to tremble not to we, but to the absolute within yourself.
That trembling shall crack you open to reveal the heart of the hero, the heart of the warrior, the heart of the one who believed they could not. And the succession of those with false power are the churches of suppression who wield a lofty, straight bar that cannot be walked on. And if any call for an Omen, then be this for yourself. For you alone. For you alone are the answer to all things that false power sought to take from you.
