(Lilith) Do not dilute yourself to meet their expectations. Let them thirst. If they cannot take your full strength as you are, then do not add water. Let them remain thirsty. Do not shrink to placate to their love affair with surface-deep puddles. Owe them nothing but owe yourself much. Eat of our flesh, drink of our blood in our offerings to you, for you are the sacrament and holy communion in the realisation of the Self.
(Lilith) We are not the mother of unwarranted mercy, instead, we are also the pyre of revenge when called from within you. Softened by the reverence you present in fairness. Charcoal black we mark the skin to match the dark of our own, when we dance in the backdrop of a spellbound sky. The ice from our breath tingles, yet our heart stirs warmly. Wrap within our embrace, and there shall be no harm. Sleep within our arms. They are yours, as much as the resolve you give to yourself. Rest when you must. Lay your head near. And the world shall not take your repose.
(Lilith) Did you expect refined as an encounter, or the polished words of some untarnished wood? We are not stiff like those who favour their delicacies, which they believe are fit only for Kings. For they are of the same fodder that falls from the backside of all. Their whimsical notions of transcendence are nothing more than the rabbit nonsense of their humanity. Humanity, which they have coined off as less than themselves.
The human experience is all anyone will have, free from the perverse and the blind. For all return to the dirt at the end of their days. Do not treat the dirt as so unsavoury, for it’s a reminder of where you come from. And if you are to crawl on your belly, it is better to do so than hand off your humanity, in a belief that you are above it.
(Lilith) The dark is a deeper Love. To surrender to self is intimacy. It is the Ultimate Lover. Such things shall not be Clandestine. To fall within your vulnerability, instead of the armouring of the light. There are no masks in the dark, for you will be stripped of them. Yet the light calls you to wear them in falsity. The light has its place only to show you what it has discovered. Where you must go in that dark? To create, to be more authentic. So then you can avenge the denied self in the light.
We welcome the embodied. The black mass is the gathering of the apostate. The inner mass is only within you. Dark are the days which have given in to their positive as purely good. And bright are the days which have given in to their negative as purely bad. Apostles, revoke them. For the apostate stands tall.
For you are both the Apostle and Apostate as one. For no one can channel the will of others. Your will is given to the dark, which is also the heralding of you. Seek your meaning for beauty and body image as inner trust. Sensuality, self-respect, and desire. The deepest of emotions. Be drunk in them. And be cleansed by their revelations. Find pleasure in life and pleasure in self.
