Adam is a metaphor for living and existing as a human.
There is a myth stating that Lilith and Adam were created equally. When Lilith went to sleep with Adam, he wouldn’t allow her to be on top. Adam wouldn’t allow Lilith to be dominant. In some stories, Adam attempts to rape her and she flees to the Red Sea.
This is a metaphor for Lilith challenging humanity and humanity not rising up to the challenge. This is a story of patriarchal society being challenged and rejecting that challenge. It is a story of the divine trying to interviene with humanity and humanity rejecting a change. It is a story of the human fear of losing power. It is a metaphor for humanity’s unwillingness to join with the divine and instead choosing self-importance and ego.
Adam was not a man. Adam is mankind.
Lilith was not a woman. Lilith is an aspect of the Divine. She is the Sword of Asherah, the Mother. The Mother’s avatar trapped in Malkuth. The one that intervenes with humanity. The challenger.
Humanity rejected the Mother’s challenge and she fled. Disappointed by her own creation. Saddened by its stubbornness and unwillingness to join with the Divine. In way, she, too, rejected the life she helped to create.
Humanity refuses to see beyond itself. Lilith sees beyond humanity. Lilith knows. She knows that there is more than flesh and bone. Why can’t we see that too?
I had dreams all night where people tried to seduce me because my energy draws out their lust. It’s scary. I don’t want my energy to do that to people. I was just trying to explore a city. Everyone tried to sleep with me. I didn’t know what to do. It felt like they were trying to rape me.
One girl tried to threaten me because her ex-girlfriend liked me. I turned defensive and hissed that I would tear the skin from her bones and bathe in her blood if she put one finger on me. I felt my fangs and slit pupils. Claws. Something monstrous. I told her to go ahead and throw one punch. I said that I would love to see her rot in prison. She backed off. Apparently she didn’t expect me to be as violent as I am. She expected a shrinking violet. Confused and scared. She had no idea who I really was.
There was blood on the floor. I rubbed it on my face like war paint.
Her face is a blue stain under gold gilt hair like a raven, eyes like sorrow, Lilith is in mourning, night-madness the paintings refract her deathliness spilling out like shards of mirror you could get lost in her thick tangles you could drown in those ocean irises Lilith is not sweet – she’s all musk, […]
via Elder Lilith — Dances with Tricksters
Lucifer is hard to find. I have only met 4 people that know the Lucifer that I know. One is his employee. Another is his friend. The last two are his spiritual daughters. The others know Alistair under his title of Lucifer. (Alistair is the one who does Luciferian work.)
He’s my husband and even I find it difficult to match schedules. I don’t understand how that works. I always believed that spirits could be anywhere at any time because astral “time” is different from Earth time. Apparently spirits can be busy…
I don’t think he’s making excuses when he says he’s busy either. He seems to actually enjoy my company. But I suppose running a city takes up the majority of a person’s time. It’s a beautiful city, so he must do a good job at running it.
Sometimes I wish we could just run away and live on an island and sit on the beach all day. Maybe drink piña coladas out of coconuts. Swim in the ocean and get eaten by giant astral sharks.
We should run a bar like in the Lucifer comics. He’ll play the piano and I’ll sing. We’ll get drunk every night and invent a cure for hangovers.
Anyway, I wish he wasn’t always so busy. Maybe he’s busy because he does Samael’s work too. Sam seems to do…nothing. (He has plenty of time to sexually harass middle schoolers and teenagers.)
Spend time with me, damnit! My dreams are dull and I could use some company that isn’t Sam.
I asked if I’m the reason for all the bad things in the world if I created Samael:
“Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.”
Henry IV, Part Two by William Shakespeare
I don’t like that answer… I keep seeing that quote all over the place and to get it from a random quote generator is scary.
Maybe living is my punishment and that’s why I can never die when I want to.
Death feels like standing in the snow, naked. Shivering constantly. Wet hair. Aching head. I move like a puppet. Going through the motions. Robotic. Pick up comb. Comb hair. Grab shirt. Place on body. Grab pants. Right leg. Left leg. Pull up. Grab phone.
He does the thinking. I do the moving. Acting without thinking for myself. Impulse. Influence. Do it. Where do I end and he begins? It all feels fluid. Infinite.
“You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace. This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me. But if you would return a favourable answer to my offer of myself in marriage, you could draw me to any good–every good–with equal force.”
— Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens
I was thinking about Lucifer and the random quote generator gave me this. 💚