Lilith Speaks: A Letter to the Silenced, the Vilified, and the Wild

Reclaiming Power, Rage, and the Parts of Ourselves We Were Told to Silence

I wrote the following in a whimsical mood, wondering what would happen if we could have mythical voices speak and tell us their truth. Their versions of the myths that surround their names.

What would they tell me?

I hope you enjoy

In the Beginning

In the time of before, of never was, and always has been, lives the infinite potential of all. Time immortalized and memorialized, awaiting a wish. The first breath and the last. The beginning, the end, and the reclamation of life. It was when you first drew breath.

You were born equal to your counterpart. A reaction for action. The feminine to the male. You are the embodiment of night, while he was daylight.

The problem with the night is that there are those who learn to fear what they cannot see. Fearing what lies hidden in the deep shadows, and after all, night is the greatest shadow that exists. The dark is wild and chaos incarnate. You were never born to be contained, and yet they tried.

This was not enough.

You were silenced, forgotten and erased from history.

Their attempts to tame you failed, so they tried to shame you!

They deleted your story. Changing you until you were unrecognizable.

They rearranged history.

They burned all that remembered.

Worst of all, they rewrote you and gave you a new twist.

This is a story for the first of the females among us.

Lilith.

Awareness

I had never heard her name.

I did not know she existed.

She whispered and called, telling me I was more than Eve. More than a shadow of a man. I was made equal. I was created of starlight and stardust. Man and woman made from the same source. In every way I was his equal. I was not and never would ever be less than.

Never his servant.

I was created for myself and no one else.

Yet, I had never heard her name whispered, let alone spoken.

She blew into my life through Astrology.

She challenged me!

She asked, “Is that all there is?”

She told me there was a reason for pain and darkness; they were the call for change, remembrance and reclaiming my power.

Lilith was a name demonized, abolished from the scriptures.

Man wanted her forgotten.

He wanted her gone.

Lilith

I was not who he envisioned as a wife, helpmate or mother.

He wanted submission, a submissive woman who would be his.

He struggled with my mind and my mouth.

He thought me wanton. He wanted submissive and small. I could be none of those things.

He never appreciated my wildness, my willingness to push boundaries. I guess wanting to be on top was just too much for him to handle.

He wanted me to be everything I was not and complained that I was different. He wanted a clone of himself. Appreciation of me was beyond him.

Isn’t it our differences that fuel life? Adding colour, texture and more to living!

I was full of a wildness that wanted to find what was out there in this new world that had come into being. A whole new world to explore!

I did not and would not be contained

I chose to walk.

I chose myself.

I chose a life beyond the walls and boundaries.

I could not play to another’s tune

My name is Lilith, and all I wanted was to be free.

They would not let me rest.

He moaned and complained until they hunted me. I was cursed.

I was made a monster and my children murdered.

I am vengeance and revenge at my worst.

At my best, I am a rebel that tells you not to settle, that life has more.

I walk through time and space and help others to be wild and free. I seek those vilified. Burned at the stake and drowned.

I am infinite, one of a kind, and I am here to help.

Dear Medusa

I cannot speak as if I know you and your pain. All I know is that you should have had support and love, not given a head full of snakes. The snakes affixed to you belong to those who hurt you! Yet you were told you were to blame and the reason for your misfortune. Nobody could look at you. No one could see you clearly without suffering. No empathy, just hate. All from another’s jealousy. Again, they blamed you for this misfortune and held you accountable.

What lies are told when no one wants to see the truth.

I can empathize, rage with you.

If you ask, I can help you lay waste to those who torment you.

They named me the mother of demons and monsters and destroyed everything I held dear. I know the rage of revenge, but this is not about me, dear one; it is about you.

I want to support you. Stand with you and ask you to imagine a new way to be.

Could it be that what others see as a curse is your gift?

Could we both turn our tales around, perhaps?

What if we were to empower, not beg?

Were you wronged, my friend, my sister in pain?

The answer is YES!

Do you need to stay and wail at what the gods laid at your feet? The simplest and hardest answer is no. You can master your destiny. You do not need to be a victim of fate.

Would you forgo the power that has been invested in you just so you can remain picture-perfect for society?

Are you willing to claim your power and release the pain that brought you to this point in your life?

Dear Sister, if I could, I would not have wished this for you, but if you allow it, you can find the power that was always yours. All you need do is be honest with yourself and be willing to let go and surrender to yourself.

I know I am one to talk! My vengeance is legendary, but the truth is it did not ease my pain? If I am honest, it did not replace what I lost. Nothing ever could.

The best I can do is help you, guide you and reframe what was lost to you.

Are you open to this?

To step into your power, to own your story?

Be honest. Be true.

Looking forward to your reply.

In the power of self-truth

Lilith

Rage and Anger

Rage is an emotion that is extra strong.

He has come calling, but is not welcome!

I only have the emotions that are kind and sweet.

Why did this extreme one come to visit me!

Rage is here. He brought Anger along.

I feel something I do not like is going on.

They keep knocking; so I pretend

I am not home now, so move on.

Rage and Anger are persistent, it seems.

They are going nowhere until I speak.

The longer I ignore the more they grow.

They are stronger now, telling me they will not go!

Anger and Rage are poking me!

Prodding and pushing uncomfortably!

They jeer and chant; “Hey are you emotionally stunted?”

Telling me I will remain this way if I do not listen!

They are pushy. This is the truth

What they say cannot be the True

This is not what I want and not who I be!

Why are they harassing me?

I promise you both I have nothing you need.

I am happy and content; just let me be!

What do you say? I must let you in!

I really do not think we are a comfortable fit.

I do not want to feel like this.

I do not do unseemly things!

The scene you are causing, what a storm,

Do I really have to let you in for you to be gone?

I guess you are not leaving; you will not go away.

You have taken free rent in my mind today.

You will not be expelled; you will not move on.

I will have to let you in, be open, explore what is going on!

Emotional health is more than smooth seas.

Life needs me to be open to more than just ease!

When life comes calling and pushes you my way,

I guess I need an open heart to hear what you rage.

Listening, hearing and feeling your voice!

Emotions need movement to flow through life.

I am guessing you are no different.

You are here to help, not to fight.

Anger and Rage show what needs healing.

Helping to highlight what passion is stirring,

Rage and Anger blow with less force.

When they are acknowledged for what they bring forth.

Rage and Anger have their place.

It is just learning to be open to what they have to say!

There is no need for fear. No need to ignore.

After all, it is a courtesy call.

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Engage and listen carefully. Let them light the way!

They want to show you only what aches inside you today.

They have no ill intent; they only want you to know.

Poking and prodding will help us grow.

Working out what is important and what to put aside.

They provoke our passions and sore spots in life.

They really are good when we treat them like guides.

Once they do their work, they will move on.

Rage and Anger invite growth and change

Leaving us transformed if we honour them.

The gale force winds can die, drifting away.

When we listen hard but do not get carried away.

Rage and Anger can transmute,

They are the alchemy for transforming our fears.

They are the invitation to create something new.

They are here to show us a new possibility, a truth.

Sometimes their strength is what we need.

Catalysing a new way to be.

Rage and Anger are teachers at heart.

Showing us where our passions lie motivates us.

Rage and Anger are heralds for us all

They trigger and elicit emotional responses.

Their voices are loud and quite volatile

But are necessary for stopping emotional buildup.

Next time they come,

Explore what they say!

Keep your mind open.

with a willingness to change.

Rage and Anger are guideposts of life.

Here to help and guide.

So, listen and sit with their advice.

They want only their time in the sun.

Rage and Anger are the invitation.

Not to be pushed down, ignored and you playing dumb.

Next time, they knock open the door

Say, “Nice of you to call. Let’s us explore”

In Closing

Lilith’s story is not just hers. It is an echo of every voice silenced, shamed, or rewritten.

Medusa’s pain is not hers alone! It is also the cry of those whom others blamed, telling them they created their own troubles.

Their stories invite us to listen, but also to remember our own.

As you sit with their words, I invite you to turn inward:

· Where in your own life have you felt silenced, rewritten, or erased?

· What parts of you have been called “too much” and how might they actually be your strength?

· When Rage and Anger arrive, do you push them away, or can you allow them to guide you toward what aches for change?

· If you were to choose you, as Lilith did, what would that look like right now?

· What story about yourself longs to be reclaimed, retold, or rewritten in your own words?

In love and light,

In Starlight and Stardust always,
Rebecca