(Lilith) We know that deep exploration is not always easy to digest. It is less palatable. Because it is not the glossed-over form of spirituality that shaves the surface, peeling and drying like wax, leaving a greasy mark on the things you hold dear. A crowd used to fuzzy, pink, fluffy drinks does not digest much. These things have their place.
Very few rarely become drunk on full embodied experiences, simply as the intoxication of living becomes too much for them. They have not learned to manage what is not gloss. Those who choose to be soul explorers have not become strangers to a world that offers its full heart. A world asking for you to offer it the fullness of yours. To be intoxicated in life is to open the door to enlightenment.
If you are to have sex with the easily digestible within you, then you are called to have sex with that which is not. This inner communion is not physical, as life in its most unfiltered form lives to desire. To make love to oneself is a sacred marriage of opposites and is an awakening. Life seeks to be intimate with you as much as you are intimate with yourself.
(Lilith) Sacred, destruction, embrace your glory. For it will take you in. It is opulence for the soul and skin. Burn like a fever should, but one of potential newness. It is an astringent for your life of old. Futile is that which clings to false hope. Yet here we are, nurturing and enveloping with stable change. Even in upheaval, the stable is found as the point that exists within the self. Be a tender mother to your chaos, a sacred child.
(Lilith) Be unapologetic in your expression. Take the outer scourge given by others, and let it become the inner one you rightly own. Give to your administrations in the dark of night, and cry out without reservation. Such things are immortalised for us to see. We are without bounds. Unfiltered, we dare you to indulge in the feast that is the body. A woman’s desire is hers to enjoy. A woman’s sexuality denied is a trial not adjourned. You shall revel in the enjoyment of your ecstasy.
(Lilith) You shall go into a dark chrysalis, waiting like the emergent seed to open to the pregnant sky. And what a sky to bestow on you the elements. Has not the world given her a righteous hand to smite out all those who go against the natural order of things? The will of nature is not theirs to rule. Yet many had fought to placate their rule, only for it to be like a bed of nails they would not sleep upon.
They destroy themselves with what they create. They stand for nature, yet fight against it. If others call you an abomination for embracing all you are, then at least you present something different. Aberrations only exist for the false. Be fearless and show your inner fangs. A quiet strength we have bestowed upon you, not to coddle but to comfort. And our comfort is the roar of the tide, which will take you into the folds of our cape, for we are the advocate.
(Lilith)The poison will tip the scales of sweetness, for poison and sweetness are tried in tandem. And such should be like a snake in the grass, shedding its skin. Let poison be more than a friend to you. When there is such a thing, it will uncover what the eyes cannot see. Let the snake bite. It’s venom to revive. The mirror will not reflect those who do not strike the glass. Let the snake leave its mark, so even then God will disappear, for the internal to be.
