
THE WEAVE:
Lilith is back,
pounding at V’s
bedroom Door…
"GXDZ damn it, Lilith, YOU, are why I never stay on track," Vesta scolds as she opens her bedroom Door. Lilith brushes in, past her, "I'm the Black Moon Kirby, V. If you lose me, the Game is Over." "What do you need," Vesta turns to face her. "Consultation." Vesta gracefully waves her arm, "Please recline on my davenport, and maybe put those ankle weights on, in the corner." She sits down, "So what seems to be the in -query, Beloved?" "I had sex with a Handiboi," Lilith confesses. "That is not a query," Vesta does not react. "V, I'm circling around to it," Lilith hisses, and slits her eyes at her. "Well, I am SO GLAD we're on YOUR Time, then," Vesta drips sarcastically, crossing her legs. "So, I slept, with a Handiboi," Lilith drones over Vesta, for a change, "and Now, he's All like, 'Can I ask you a question? Is the guy who gave you, your tattoos, the guy you slept with before me?'" "CLAAAASSIC," V laughs and leans back, unprofessionally. "I know, I could let it RIP, but I'm wondering, if you have other solutions..." Lilith trails. "Do you have, other objectives?" Vesta asks her, "And what damage, have you done so far?" Lilith sighs, "I said, 'It is not really your business who I have been with, before you." "Also classic, and also not the worst, of the Words you have spit. SO, let's break it down," V leans forward. "He doesn't care who you have been with, he feels threatened, by your level of intimacy, with the guy who 'gave you', A PORTION of your tattoos." "He should be," Lilith confirms, "He is a man I Love, Timelessly." "Exactly," Vesta confirms, "I have Seen it, in the Forest Books... Let us take a look, shall we...?"
Vesta strings
together, Lilith’s ideas…
1/3/21 Transit: (Sun + Capricorn) CONJUNCT (native Uranus at the Nadir) = COUNTER-CURSING I always forget how much it fucking hurts to get a tattoo. And it’s worse when you give one to yourSelves. But I want my feet back from him, and so I take them; etching along the arches in a symbology I created, years ago; already bound into my body other places. It is a brand of Alchemy, like all the rest, meant to transform, and protect -and it works. As a recovered self-mutilator, I wonder how I am so soft in taking on this task. One symbol in, and I am already sweating for the exit; cussing, but to little use, the first glyph has inked its root, and now I’m racing Sundown. In these Dark Days, the Fireball is behind the hills by four, and freezing shortly after. I finish in Time, but I wonder if I’ll have to go back, and re-scribe mySelves at certain curves. I assess my handiwork, and decide it’s not the best, but not the worst. AnyWays, it’s the Spell that counts. And who can curse a casting they cannot decode? They wouldn’t know what it would read like if I fuck it up. “Paths are many, truth is one,” It binds between two feet. I’ll tread with it, because it’s true. If you walk with me, I’ll walk with you, but don't you ever try to fucking make me walk the Way you do, and we’ll be free, together.
1/10/21 Transit: (Mercury + Aquarius) CONJUNCT (native Saturn + Aquarius), TRINE (native Vesta + Gemini)= THE VIRGIN PRIESTESS I’m getting better at giving mySelves tattoos. Today I anchored Vesta, inside the glyph he gave me. In 2017, we sat in ceremony, in my studio apartment, atop my very first rug; hand-stitched and not yet finished. He knelt down and laid both hands to it when he saw it. “Lilith, I just want you to know, this is special,” he said. I laughed it off. I wasn’t so sure, back then. I had asked him to create a symbol for me, that I could draw in-side of. I told him that I trusted him to design it. “I feel like you are guided,” he told me, “and so I made it like a Star.” To me it looks like Venus, or a cosmic scarab beetle. We saw it different Ways. He wanted the symbol to face me -round wide empty space above, with the little cross below. But I wanted it inverted. To me the round circle of Venus was the Earth, where I would manifest and shoot up to the little cross, the Star above. To him, the round circle was the Heavens, showering guidance down on the little cross of a human below. And it is both. It is both. But he did not argue with my Way. He taught me how to tattoo on his form. And I gave him a dot -work circle, on his own forearm, like twins. His like a Sun, reflecting who he is. His partnership is closed Now, but before that, he was the last man I invited trust with my whole form. It took eight months of eloquent friendship, and 3 tattoos, before he asked me if we could be more. He’s the last person who has ever touched me, below the belt, a year and a half ago Now. And I love him and his partner both, without pain. They gave me something precious, and innocent, by holding open space for me, with so much safety. He is the only other soul who has written in my symbology. He helped me to Love my vessel. He believed every rite to be holy. He believed in me. In some other lifeTime, I’m sure we’ve tended temples together. Brother, friend, or lover it’s all kind of blurry, but it doesn’t really Matter. I do not cling to what it’s not, or what it could have been. He helped me mend more than any white man ever did. He taught me the Magick that he knew. In fact, he asked me if he could. “I think you will be good at it.” He didn’t keep my Flame from wood. And no, I never fucked him, but I’m grateful.
Medusa Takes a Tattoo Tour of Lilith's Body... "Why do you have these ones on your feet, Lilith?” Medusa asks as she holds them up. “Because I wanted them to be different from the last time Lucy saw me," Lilith calls back to her. “What do the symbols mean?” Medusa puzzles, over them. “They mean nothing to anyone, and everything to me," Lilith shrugs. “What about these ones?” Medusa traced the shapes on Lilith’s arm, “Could you explain them to me?” “I could, but it would diminish the meaning. Medusa, they are my own Mythology. Everyone’s got one, I just wear mine on my sleeve. The body is where all the Magick lives. I tattoo mySelves when I want to make something happen," Lilith explains to her. “Does it work?” Medusa asks. “Yeah, "Lilith shrugs, "it is alchemy, but you never quite know for what it is you are asking. You have to be willing to transform your mind, as Well as your body.” “This is why you taught me how to Die," Medusa nods. “Yes," Lilith tickles Medusa, with her foot, "It keeps you Alive.” “Will you give one to me?” Medusa giggles. “I will teach you how to give one to yourSelves," Lilith offers. “I don’t know if I can do that,” Medusa furrows in fear. “Well I won’t give you one,” Lilith crosses her arms. “Why not?” Medusa stomps. Lilith looks her in the eye, “We initiate ourSelves, Medusa. We pay for Knowing in Blood.”