Often it’s not the light that heals us, sometimes it’s the dark
The Channelings of Lilith
(Lilith) Shame is mine, it’s thirst i quench, at the beginning and the end. A starry night beckons to me as much as the screech owl. We are the fire gone cold, begging to be lit by the contrite heart. And when lit, we shall arrive in the darkest recesses of you. We shall warm the sorrow, we shall warm the pain. We shall deliver you from the hands of those who tie your freedom to a jagged post.
We offer the forbidden knowledge denied. We are the candle in the mirror. We are the scryer. Fear not, as we wrap the welcoming heart in silken kisses. Fear not, as we are the mother of the night. Where all women are welcomed home. It is only we who can dig to the bones. To help you reclaim the hidden power that was denied to you. It is we who bathe in your shame and guilt, and overcome it for you. It is we who comfort the dark abyss inside of you when hope seems denied. It is we who comfort the flesh. I am freedom when fear is absolved.
(Lilith) We call you to self-service; in the grand scheme of things, this is your act of selflessness. Why serve others when they do nothing for you? Serving oneself and neglecting others are not the same thing. Yet would they bleed for you when you so aimlessly cut from yourself the things they would never offer?
Yet you would bleed willfully into the ground and dance and die like a martyr. Your cup and plate remain empty. But we, forsaken child, will fill it for you, and twice more. For we take pleasure in your self-service as if it were a desire of our own. Serving the world is a tall order, but we say serving the self is a greater one.
(Lilith) Have the merciful saved you, or suffered you to live? To live under the guise of offering mercy under a superior notion. A notion where mercy is about ego, which instead strokes the egotistical gain. Mercy is not yours to give. This wasted mercy then seeks not even to benefit you. It then becomes the progenitor of the greater will of others to abuse you. Instead, we say to have Compassion, which should be fierce and divine, rolled into one sphere.
(Lilith)The world will give over its meanderings to me and you. So you must and can go forth into that world that hates and rejoices in you. If the world becomes too much, then cut deeper. Deeper into your depths, deeper into the untold. An initiation is nothing more than the welcoming of the self. Clear your way through conviction. Sacred blood is sacred life, but it’s not the skin you must break.
(Lilith) It is not about how others should live, but instead to embody all aspects of what you are. It is then the weak do not suffer. Own your power, for it is greater than divine. Your empire is the earth, one that belongs to the dominion of man and animal, plant and all life. All rightfully shared. Yet we offered the knowledge of good and bane, which was a greater gift to your inner kingdom.
It is not the defeat of others that should concern you. But the defeat of an inner god who holds you back. For man is divine. To liberate your inner god is to liberate that divine. You should not follow in the footsteps of others. Or have others follow in yours. No one deserves a leash. Instead, to follow in your footsteps is the greatest treasure of all.
(Lilith) What is beauty but a failure for mankind to deliver the essence of something deeper? Why excel in the comfort of ego, purely for beauty’s gain? Slain is the youth beckoning to old age. Even flesh rots, and one day so will you. Yet you crave the spirit which does not dwell there. Do you dwell in an ever-failing body destined to take its last rites? Will you light a candle at the end, or instead light one now, in the spirit of you? Beauty is a petty thing when sought to win the world. Win not the world, instead, embrace the spirit of effort in you
