AWAKENING

It began on a dream.

For months, I was numb.

I moved through life with a softness that wasn’t peace, but absence. I smiled when I needed to. I functioned. But everything felt distant, like I was watching it all through a window I couldn’t open. My skin forgot the language of sensation. I forgot what it was to feel.

And then... she came.

It began in my dreams, a whisper, feminine and rich, curling through the dark like smoke. She called my name in a voice that stirred something low in my belly, something half-asleep. I couldn’t see her face at first, only her presence, warm and dark and magnetic. A shadow shaped like a woman, waiting in the corners of my mind.

Then one night, she stepped forward....Lilith.

She stood draped in silk and shadow, her eyes heavy with knowledge, her red mouth curved in a smile that felt gentle. She looked at me the way you look at something sacred and then gestured toward a mirror suspended in the air between us.

“Look” she said.

I froze.

Some part of me feared what I would see. For moths, I had been small, silent, tucked into a version of myself that didn’t burn, didn’t take up space, didn’t want.

When I didn’t move, she stepped beside me and lifted her hand. In the mirror, she showed me something, someone glowing from within.

It was me.

But not the me I knew.

This version of me radiated heat. Her body was soft, full, and unapologetic. Her olive skin glistened like she was lit from the inside. Her hips swayed with intention. Her eyes burned with pleasure, knowing, hunger. She was desire and she wasn’t ashamed.

She looked like life itself.

From that night on, Lilith returned to my dreams again and again. Calling my name. Reaching out her hand. Always bringing me back to the mirror. And slowly, something inside me thawed.

During days without dream, I began to feel again. The wind grazing my skin. The stretch of my body in bed. The sound of my own breath. Red became magnetic, lips, silk, heat, blood, dusk.

Desire, once buried, began to pulse just beneath the surface.

One morning, still wrapped in the feeling of her voice, I found myself searching for her and I typed her name into Google: “Lilith.”

And there she was.

Not a dream.

Not a fantasy.

A myth.

A legend.

A symbol.

The first woman, not made from a man’s rib, but created equally and exiled for daring to say no. A creature of sensuality and sovereignty. Called a demon for refusing to kneel. Feared for her power, her freedom, her hunger.

She was the untamed feminine.

The fire that wouldn't be put out.

The goddess who refused to be small.

And as I read, my skin lit up like recognition.

Lilith wasn’t just a visitor in my dreams.

She was the part of me I had forgotten.

One night, she came closer than ever before. Her voice low, her body just inches from mine.

It’s time, she whispered. Wake up. Possess yourself ! Let the wild inside you rise.

This time, I reached for her hand.

And when I looked into the mirror, I saw me no longer dreaming.

Me, with fire in my veins and softness in my belly. Me, radiant and flushed, fully formed, desirable, whole.

When I woke that night, something had changed.

The numbness was gone.

Now, I carry her inside me. That mirror lives in my eyes. I walk with awareness, hips swaying with intention, feeling every inch of my own presence. My body is not a burden to tame, it’s a force to celebrate. My desire is no longer a secret. It’s a language I speak fluently, for myself.

The fantasies I used to dream in silence? I want them now, all of them, raw and real.

The warmth of my own pleasure.

I want to make the world I used to only imagine, one where I reign in my own skin, create space for my cravings, build a temple from my body, and name my own rules.

Lilith didn’t come to seduce me.

She came to show me who I’ve always been.

And now it's time awake.

I am the dreamer and the dream.

The flame and the match.

The mirror and the fire.

And this world? I’m not asking to fit into it.

I’m here to claim it.