Channeling Lilith

I will dance with the serpent.

I will eat the fruit.

Every chance I get.

Every day.

And twice on Sunday.

Every season.

Every lifetime.

I will sink my teeth deep into the flesh of truth.

Of knowing.

I will let the juice run down my chin.

Down my throat.

Where my words are made manifest.

A trail to my bosom that has exploded with the sweet nectar of life.

Into my womb. That has created life.

Down to my twat. That has birthed babies and worlds into being.

And I will spit out the seeds into the fertile soil.

May they grow into an orchard of truth and knowing for my grandchildren. And yours.

Know thyself.

It is the greatest act of rebellion there is. In a world that has told you your knowing is the seed of original sin.

My dear, you were never the fall of anything.

You are the rising.

Your body is the fruit of the spirit.

And the spirit is you.

Art by John Collier. Lilith. 1887.