The Lady watched, looking through the eyes of myriad of Women, children, young girls, mothers, daughters, wives, lovers… All of the Women in the World. And She saw that, in many places, the Men had forgotten that Women were to walk by their side as equals, and regarded Women as possessions.
“This must not be,” she said. “What shall I do to teach them?” She thought, and remembered that the Fool would teach Men and Women, in His own way, and that Way might work for Her, too. She turned, and was the Maiden, and was in the World.
A Man saw Her beauty, and seeing not Her Divinity, caught and raped Her. Another took Her, and put Her in chains, and set Her to serving him. In the midst of night, a band of men broke into the house, killing the slave-maker, and took Her away. They forced Her to serve as a prostitute, and took the money she was paid for themselves.
On and on it went, the humiliation and degradation piled higher, until, on a still dark night She spoke, and said quietly, “Enough!” And in the quiet coldness of the Word, it was enough to freeze the Moon in its path, and the singing insects of the night stilled their song. And the Maiden turned, and became Lilith.
She embodied the pleasures of the flesh, of the animal wildness of the wilderness; the lust of the bitch-in-heat and the fierceness of a mother defending her young was Hers, and Her eyes were mad. And She enslaved the men in Her turn, enslaving them to Lust and Passion, making them mad to possess Her, She that cannot be possessed, and fettering them in silken chains of desire.
She showed the women Herself, and taught them Freedom, and Wildness, and all the secret places where She lives, and the Mystery of being Woman. She took the women to the secret places in themselves, and looked back out at them with feral eyes. She ran with the wolves, and howled. She crawled with the serpent, and stalked Her prey with the lioness, and all of this was put into Her Dance.
“Know that you are free,” she cried to the Women, “and let none put chains upon you not of your own making. Live as you will, not as another would force you. You are partners with Man, not his slave, and I am in you forever!” And the Wild was in the Women, singing in their blood, and so long as they remembered, they were free.
This was given to me by a woman calling herself DirtyMother 28 days before I bled as a result of a vision. It has hidden in the Lilith book I’m reading since that time. I grabbed the book today when I went to retreat to green spaces and was struck to find it in the pages; is time for it to be shared.
We are free. All people are free. We cannot buy and sell one another. We cannot project our will upon them. We cannot enforce it through rule of might. It is a spiritual violation.