(Lilith) We are the evil in good and the good in evil. Our serenade is the baying at the blessed moon, where the unhinged can no longer be ignored. All things bring to the surface their shadows, which, when revealed, we mount. One foot is rooted in conscious reality, the other in the unconscious waters of trepidation. We are the overseers of good and bad within, as we have traversed and mastered both. We are not defined by the morality that men ascribe to us, as we are above it.
We say what bites at the light of mankind is an evil not known. An evil not claimed by those who have created it. Knowledge aspires to release doubt; it pecks at the minds of those who ought to realise themselves. For evil has only ever come from what you have cast aside and allowed to fester in your egocentricity. Face your evil, your long-lost debris. You will find a place where new life grows. And where even the exiled and forlorn have their home.
(Lilith) We are the purest anger scratching at the tombs of those who do not wake. Even those who are restful would claw at the dirt to be released when seeing the non-purposelessness of their slumber. A short rest many shall have. Yet it is we who shall lead you to wake once again. The worms do not feast long on those who embrace themselves and their fear to rise.
The rise is not external. It is the part in you that you would take and hold out, and say. ‘ I claim my anger as my own.’ ‘For in it, I will find the passion to uphold my boundaries, which will have me protect against a perceived wrong.’ The unjust in self will be spoken for, and we shall stand on the precipice awaiting the resurgence of you. And you shall say, ‘Hail Lilith, and we shall say. ‘All Hail you.’
(Lilith) Introspection reflects itself; its face has no definition, for it is the wisdom of things. It is for you to design. Like a candle flame, it gasps when oxygen is removed. For what then is not reluctant to breathe? Yet will you let it? Knowing that the intake is a risk. Yet this grateful wisdom welcomes those who do not take things for granted. For the entitled are closed to its messages.
Welcoming are those to vulnerability, as much as that very candle flame endures in the openness. It is only when we surrender to our struggles that we can truly keep afloat. Swimming into uncertainty is all you have. You must risk being blown out to live fully. You cannot live closed to life, for then what would reach for you, and with you? So gasp deeply, for that too is uncertain. Give yourself to it fully, and let it show you freedom.
(Lilith) So you shall fly. Your landscape is touched by those with meaning. A balm for your soul. A Silent church whose steeple was once broken has now been made indivisible. It is not broken by the rocks hurled at its windows. The tenets you paved are your own. And you are not within that church, but within the fibres that call it to stand. We are the sanctuary of no man’s land, to find you in the desolate.
A desert flower forever blooming. Even in the unspeakable, we will give your voice passion to call out. To bathe in the places before Christ. So bathe in your richness, stand naked before us. Touch if necessary. Your supplication is your being. A blood-red desert has been fashioned with that desolation. But beneath your desecration, revival. The desert will anoint you once more, again. And the charlatan shall not gain entry to swim in that blood red of your weathered sphere.
(Lilith) Cherished darkness, we are the host of hosts. We know darkness calls. Melt into our inky bliss like velvet. We ask that you allow yourself to cave in. For that enables our access to transform, all in you that seeks respite. To give in is to that which has always called you to feel. For your feelings will tell the morbid and ecstatic truth. Lean into them and us, and watch your discomfort give way to power.
We are the emotions to expose, a tender edge to your openness. We are the veins that pulse. To hold steady and welcome the choice to make. Let yourself hurt if needed. Disillusionment only prevents the inevitable. There are many paths. All will take their toll and payment, as much as they will give their glory and weight in worth.
