Pt. 1 The Story
Birth of the Fairies
I am Lilith. The so-called mother of night. Hear my tale and judge for yourself.
The beginning…. and the end of me.
The Creator opened his hands and the light came forth. We watched from Heaven, for we had not been born into the world yet.
The Creator flew down from above along with the heavenly host. The host looked on in amazement, while the Creator did his handiwork. He chose two of us and we descended to the mundane realm and became flesh.
Thus, I was created of the same substance as Adam. I am Lilith, the first divine female daughter of The Creator.
Male and Female created he them….
I was Adam’s equal, made of the same divine matter. Yet, as soon as he had the chance, he overpowered me. When I asked The Creator why he allowed Adam to overpower me, he said that it was part of a “plan” and that I must obey. Adam begat from me one who was unlike us… not made directly from our Creator. We named him Cain. If I didn’t do something, more offspring would come after the first one. I could not bear to be overpowered again. So, I escaped. I refused to be subservient to Adam….I am the same as him.
Wandering alone in the dark, I decided to make a burnt offering to my brothers-the angels, for help. I didn’t know if I would get an answer. I waited bitter and alone.
And the most beautiful of my brothers appeared. But, he was different somehow. He was not the same as he was in Heaven. Lucifer came to my rescue.
He said that The Creator had shunned him, also. I thought that I was doing the right thing by joining him.
Although I suspected that Lucifer was different somehow, I didn’t care. I was angry.
Waving at Adam and The Creator , I left that world behind. I was not a pawn, nor a servant. I am Lilith, the daughter of the divine, just like Adam. The first of my kind.
Little did I know that I was part of another divine scheme.
Later, he revealed his new appearance. His true self. His machinations were made clear to me. At first, I shuttered. But then I experienced his power and it felt good. I wanted revenge!
He covered me with his wings. I tried to resist, but he said that if I wanted vengeance, that I should cooperate. I capitulated and knew him. And from this union came all manner of beings. Beings that walked in the dark and lived in between were my offspring. Our children would rule the earth and be the bane of Adam and Eve’s descendants.
I still hated Adam. So, at the behest of the Fallen One, I took on the guise of the serpent. I crept back to watch the “loyal” fools. Oh, such gullible fools they were. Eve was nothing but a servant. Just a piece of Adam. Not made of the divine stuff like the angels. Just a pawn.
I put the forbidden temptation into their hands and they absorbed the knowledge of good and evil. They accepted it easily, too easily.
Now they will suffer as I have. And I was glad.
The loyal shall suffer…
Their lives will be harsh, like reality !!! And just like that, they were expelled from Eden.
I sought out my son Cain. I waited until the cover of darkness came. I whispered into his ear and kissed his cheek. And in the morning his mind had changed. He had changed. No longer the loyal son. But an adversary to his “brother”, Eve’s son, Abel.
Cain came out of his stupor and realized what he had done. He hid his face from The Creator and fled. The Creator cursed him and made him a wanderer.
My sons came forth to taste and experience what their brother Cain had done. They enjoyed the fruits of His labor.
My children began to run rampant upon the earth. Their goal was to consume the soul of humanity and tempt him with corruption.
I observed that the souls of the damned were pulled into the vortex, forced to serve in an evil army. I watched and wondered if that could happen to me. My divine spark twitched inside of me. Something didn’t feel right.
The evil host made me the QUEEN of its army.
Yet, I was none too happy. I will not be a pawn in this game forever. I have served my time. I had changed somehow and no longer wanted a part in this game.
My feelings reached the heavenly Host and I was acknowledged. A son of The Creator descended into the pit and looked for me. The souls pleaded with him to be forgiven, but he ignored them. I was his main concern. It was Gabriel, God’s man to the rescue.
My children continued to do evil all over the earth. The Angel Gabriel had a plan.
Some of my offspring felt what was coming. They fled and hid in the nether regions. I felt sorry for my good children, those who wanted to live in peace with humans.
The demons enjoyed their revelry, while Gabriel wove his divine plan. I watched and wondered what he had in mind.
My good children were in hiding, waiting in the “in-between world” for salvation. I continued to watch and wait, too.
Eventually, another angel appeared and caused me to sleep. From my divine matter, a child was born…Something of beauty…Not an abomination. A fairy, the first of its kind. A good being that came from me. SALVATION at last!
The Good Fairy, my daughter, spread love to those children of mine that waited and wanted salvation. She took them out of the in-between world of dark and light. She became our queen.
From the Good Fairy, came more like her. They led my children to a place of peace and harmony. And I was with them.
Gabriel rounded up the malevolent children that remained with the evil host. They were locked away in a pit deep within the Earth, judged, and punished.
And along with the Good Fairy, came forth a fairy king who was anointed and crowned.
The realm of the fairies was at peace. We no longer dwell in the dark world.
In order to redeem myself in the eyes of the Creator, I went out among mankind and helped to clean up the mess that I had made. I gave them reassurance. They were told that the fairies would always be there to help them…forever.
I saved lives. Adam and Lucifer were forgotten, for that was a lifetime ago. I was content to do benevolent work.
The fairies went out and continued to help humanity as I had done.
My daughter, the Good Fairy, led us. And finally, I felt good.
And they all lived happily ever after….
***Who was Lilith?
According to Encyclopedia Britannica, “Lilith, a female demonic figure of Jewish folklore. Her name and personality are thought to be derived from the class of Mesopotamian demons called lilû(feminine: lilītu), and the name is usually translated as “night monster.” A cult associated with Lilith survived among some Jews as late as the 7th century CE. The evil she threatened, especially against children and women in childbirth, was said to be counteracted by the wearing of an amuletbearing the names of certain angels. In rabbinic literature, Lilith is variously depicted as the mother of Adam’s demonic offspring following his separation from Eve or as his first wife. Whereas Eve was created from Adam’s rib (Genesis 2:22), some accounts hold that Lilith was the woman implied in Genesis 1:27 and was made from the same soil as Adam. Insolently refusing to be subservient to her husband, Lilith left Adam and the perfection of the Garden of Eden; three angels tried in vain to force her return. According to some mythologies, her demonic offspring were sired by an archangel named Samael and were not Adam’s progeny. Those children are sometimes identified as incubi and succubi.
Insolently refusing to be subservient to her husband, Lilith left Adam and the perfection of the Garden of Eden; three angels tried in vain to force her return. According to some mythologies, her demonic offspring were sired by an archangel named Samael and were not Adam’s progeny. Those children are sometimes identified as incubi and succubi.”
Britannica, T. Editors of Encyclopaedia. “Lilith.” Encyclopedia Britannica, August 16, 2022. https://www.britannica.com/topic/Lilith-Jewish-folklore.
Pt. 2 The Poems
Searching for Fairies
Pixies, brownies, and pucks of all types
Looking for gnomes and nymphs in the night
Elves and leprechauns…oh what a delight!
Fays and trolls dwelling about
If you are quiet
They may come out
Flying like stars
Ever so bright
Riding on beams
As quick as the light
Now you see them
Now you don’t
Maybe you will
Maybe you won’t
But once you see them
You won’t forget
The most beautiful thing
You’ll never regret
Deep in the Woods
Deep into the woods
Where magic abounds
Elves and witches
Are dancing around
A fair charming prince
Does here a strange sound
Be it true loves call?
Loves is yet lost
For nothing is found….
The Changeling (an erasure poem taken from THE STOLEN CHILD by W. B. YEATS)
Where dips the rocky highland
There hid our fairy
Come away! O, human child!
To the woods and waters wild
With a fairy hand in hand
Where the wave of moonlight glosses all the night,
Till the moon has taken flight
To and fro we leap
In its sleep
Come away! O, human child!
With a fairy hand in hand
And whispering in their ears; We give them evil dreams
Come! O, human you can understand
Away with us, he’s going
For comes the human child
To the wild
With a fairy….
The Last of the Fairies
(Erasure poem, taken from The Frost King from Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott)
In the fields
As need be
And the sun
The dewy grass
Butterflies and bees
Among the flowers
Peep at them
Was the breakfast
Little cakes of flower?
Beside a crimson strawberry
With sugar from the violet
Made a fairy meal
And their drink
The dew from flowers
How warm the sun grows!
What means it?
The cruel Frost King
Messengers have returned
For want of sunlight
We have watched over them
Heedless of sun or shower
But his dark spirits work
And we weep
Over blighted blossoms
Our queen holds council
For the last time
She has toiled
And cared for us
And we can do nothing now
It is a cruel thing friend
We cannot help
We suffer patiently
The sorrows of others
Disturb our happiness
See you not the sun?
She flew away
The Fairy Queen Returned
The Fairy Queen returned and this is what she saw….
Darkness everywhere and great machines
Stifling air and designer genes
Foul waters and flying ships
False dreams and injected lips
Landfills and dying trees
Technology and lost honey-bees
Flying around confused and in awe
When the Fairy Queen returned
That’s what she saw.
The Bad Witch (An homage to the Wicked Witch of the West)
A face appeared in my worst of dreams
A visage so strange and deathly green
Pointed hat and eyes so mean
Waving a wand sharp and keen
Riding a broom surveying the scene
Straight to the stars with a cackling scream.
The Good Witch is Made of
(An homage to Glenda the Good Witch)
The Good Witch is made of
Pure silver light
And showers of gold
Stardust in flight
Like a stellar of old
Moonbeams so bold
And sunshine so bright
Spreading her goodness both day and night.