(Lilith) pain can be purification. A slow-burning ember cannot be left to its own defense, for it would seem to burn for all eternity. Instead, you should let that fire engulf you entirely until it is spent. Let it consume you fully until you are no more, and become part of it. Then you will realise pain changes form, as will you with it. The mercy you seek is within the flame and the serpent. To serve your pain as it does allows freedom from it.
Daughter of Lilith, own this ring own this power. You are a daughter of desire, a daughter of the fire.
the channelings of Lilith
(Lilith) We are bound, you and i to the fate of our existence, as if we were one, but so much more. You are bound to your curiosity and i, as we are to our dark. We are the pinnacle of your most primal and natural nature. And if we are freed by seeing you in the embrace of that dark, then we too are liberated by that.
Liberation is owed to those who rise to meet it. It is given to those who take solace in the chaos of the world and find peace within it. We are not for the faint of heart, or the wary wanderer who fears their identity. We are for those in equality. For those who bow to us as themselves.
(Lilith) We ask you to jump and fall, with nothing to catch you. For this is life. The fall is the realisation that death is your cradle. It is better to crash on the rocks below than live in a tower that never burns. Born of death, returning to death. Life is a glimmer in the eyes of your perceived gods. There is no safety in the cot, at the breast or in leaving the womb. You fall only to be reborn. Building your inner watchtowers to grace, fortified they are, but immovable, and stale becomes the heart. It is only in tearing watchtowers down, in jumping, that you are freed. To say yes to death now is truly to live. Then no fall is too great for you.
(Lilith) Your darkness is yours to own and love. It is your pleasure to fulfil its desires. And if others dare drink from the cup you have prepared, then they deserve to be poisoned by it. For those who profess purity, drink from a dark well, which covertly controls them and destroys others, and those who profess their darkness drink from a light well that opens their eyes and integrates with them.
This power, this pleasure of your untouched self, calls you home; it seeks a space to navigate within you and make you whole. You lift your hand, and the world within yourself moves. It moves to the song of your passions and needs. And you should not deny yourself the freedom of having these things. You cannot deny what you are unless you torture yourself. And that punishment is not for you, worthy of you, it is not worthy of the Goddess you are.
(Lilith) Sin a little for me and miss the mark. Miss the mark you will at times. It is your normality held with illusory perfection. If you do not strike your target, then remove it. Why live life striving for perfection when you are less than good, less than perfect?
We ask you to hold the tension between the target and your aim. To know that all your striving and wanting will never be achievable at all times. We do not demand your good, your best, your cherished perfection. We accept you as you are. We accept your failings, your faults, and when you miss the mark. To be perfect in the eyes of a jealous god is a ball and chain, one that inhibits your name.
