Lilith Rising
One of the aspects of the Divine Feminine is Lilith and
well, what can we say about Lilith…she’s not very pretty? Actually, her refusal
to brush her hair and put on her lipstick are the least of the problems that
she has caused to man, and I mean ‘man’, on this occasion, in the sense of the
male of the species.
I believe it was the mythological behaviour of Lilith that
was used as justification for the patriarchy to stamp its authority over
religion and thus, world affairs, and for a new story (and from their point of
view, better story) to be told to the human race about who we are and where we
come from ~ in the same way that the early farmers, around the same time in the
Neolithic, used breeding techniques to turn the aurochs into much easier to
manage cows.
The goddess Ishtar, who was the goddess of war and love to
the Babylonians, was later on split down the middle by the conquering Greeks,
and her war aspect was given to Mars and her love aspect to Venus. That Venus
can only love in a certain way, without the necessary war aspect, is a metaphor
for what women are expected to be today.
This has all served to effectively dumb down the Lilith
aspect of our personalities, not just in women but also in men, although it is
how this has impacted on women that I want to deal with here. We’re no longer
allowed to express Lilith, and the penalties for doing so are manifold.
Dumbed down Lilith is writ large in a lot of television
programming, such as The Real Housewives of Orange County, which may as well be
called Stepford Wives With Bling. The Housewives in the title is a bit of a
joke, seeing as few of them have never so much as picked up a vegetable knife.
They are women that are married to millionaires, often multi-millionaires, and
they have had to sell out their Lilith side to the point of caricature.
The bodies of these ‘housewives’ are honed, manicured and
sculpted to perfection by Michelangelos of surgeons who, instead of extracting
a masterpiece like David from the material supplied, have produced sets of
near-identical Barbie dolls.
Something has happened to their voice registers too… I’m not
sure how this has been achieved, but they sound like chipmunks. And they can’t
speak properly. I don’t know why they can’t seem to pronounce their As, but
they say ‘thenk you!”, and their conversation seems to be limited to known and
recognised call signs such as “Oh wow! Look at you! Don’t you look great!”
while their Botoxed faces are frozen in expressions of complete disinterest.
How to become one of these millionnaire’s wives is all
explained in the programme which follows the Real Housewives: Millionaire
Matchmaker (ITV2, weekdays, 5.00 pm), where we’re taught how to attract a
millionnaire, how to go out on a first date with a millionaire (“only two
glasses of wine”, and “no sex before monogamy”).
Basically it seems to be an exercise in keeping your legs
closed in order to show that you’re nothing like the other cheap ‘hos this guy
has been hanging out with, and that if he wants to get into your knickers, he’s
going to have to sell his freedom for it. In this way, in one easy step, you
then go from Whore to Madonna in this guy’s eyes, and he decides to worship you
by offering you all his worldly goods. I’ve actually watched a few of these
programmes now, and so I’m good and ready to go out on my first date with a
millionnaire. Trouble is, if Lilith decides to come too, all bets will be off!
I don’t mean to be horrible to these ladies. I’m sure some
of them are very nice people. They certainly do do a lot for “cherity”…well,
they don’t have anything else to do…ok, I’ll stop now! I just wanted to go to
the other end of the spectrum, to exaggerate to make the point. And although
I’m kidding around a bit, it is a deadly serious matter because I believe now
is the time, for me anyway, to re-member my Lilith side.
In dumbing down Lilith, we are allowing that part of us that
will stand and fight to protect the tribe to be sent to sleep. So that when the
tribe is being threatened, like now, all we can so is just turn the other
beautifully blushered cheek, as the Romans programmed us to do, or create a
hypnotic state of inertia among the rest of the tribe with useless platitudes
containing the words ‘love’ or ‘light’.
Love doesn’t have to always be nice to be love. Love can
manifest is many different ways. The Greeks had more than 30 words of love,
each one reflecting a different kind. Today, we just have the one word ‘love’
and it’s used to sell everything from insurance and life-time mortgages to
holidays and energy supplies. It has become diluted to the point of
meaningless.
So it’s time for that Lilith energy to arise. She doesn’t
take prisoners, as you can see from the skulls around the neck of Kali, her Indian version.
Lilith is misunderstood by those of the patriarchs who were
called the Jews to be a demon. That’s how she got such a bad press. She’s not a
demon. She’s a force of nature and sometimes into every life, a little rain
must fall. She is a spirit, in other words. In Akkadian, ‘lili’ or ‘lillitu’
meant ‘spirit’.
She can cause problems, but only when she is suppressed. In
this case she becomes, as they say in the Tarot, ‘ill-disposed’, and then we
reap her whirlwind.
The spectre of the evil wife/mother Lilith is fairly recent
and stems, I believe, from the medieval Jewish folk story in which Lilith is
Adam’s first wife in the Garden of Eden. She refuses to become subservient to
him (which would have been enough to get her drummed out of Millionaire
Matchmaker!) and she ends up leaving Adam for an Archangel, Samael ~ not quite
the Puerto Rican pool attendant, but at least as shocking to rabbinic Jews.
It is thought that she is mentioned in the Dead Sea Scrolls,
but I think this is a mistranslation by literalists, and that ‘lili’ or
‘lilitu’ is meant in the more generic sense. This is from Songs of the Sage, fragment
1:
And I, the
Instructor, proclaim His glorious splendour so as to frighten and to te[rrify]
all the spirits of the destroying angels, spirits of the bastards, demons,
Lilith, howlers, and [desert dwellers…] and those which fall upon men without
warning to lead them astray from a spirit of understanding and to make their
heart and their […] desolate during the present dominion of wickedness and
predetermined time of humiliations for the sons of lig[ht], by the guilt of the
ages of [those] smitten by iniquity – not for eternal destruction, [bu]t for an
era of humiliation for transgression.
In any case, as my bolding shows, the whole passage
demonstrates the patriarchal thinking of the Solar Priesthood who brought in
patriarchal religion. They didn’t know, neither did they care, that the
destroying angels are needed at times, as is the dark ~ otherwise, how would we
sleep and dream and how would seeds germinate? And I think the ‘era of
humiliation’ for some supposed transgression is well and truly over for mankind
and womankind.
Actually a lot of the New Age propensity for ‘love and
light’ stems exactly from this patriarchal, guilt-driven, Solar Priesthood,
Judaeo-Christian tradition which supplanted the Serpent. It doesn’t allow in
the dark, the feminine, the negative…. only the positive, the light, the male.
The feminine is dark but she is no less lovely, even when she is cursing and
smiting and biting the heads off the enemies of her tribe. In any case, you
need both for balance, as in the Chinese system of yin and yang. Sometimes you
need the Sun; sometimes you need the Moon, or the Queen of the Night.
Ladies, in short, it is my view that this is the time to get
tooled up and fight the good fight. They may have tried to cow us into
submission, but we still have Lilith’s auroch spirit in all of us and if we
call on her, she will arrive. I don’t mean that we literally take the streets.
In fact, I think taking the streets would be a huge mistake. But getting in
touch with our Lilith side will allow us to not be afraid to speak our truth as
we know it as and when we need to, and in this way, we will be able to protect
the tribe ~ the common good ~ against those that are doing their level best to
destroy it.
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