Greetings, my dears. I’m Lilith, 9th in Group 9. Now I speak from a memory that is not only mine, but yours as well. Because the stories of Eris are mirrors of the Earth, subtly turned in the light so that humanity can see itself from a different perspective.
Eris is Earth’s sister planet that exists in an alternate dimension, just close enough to touch your world in your dreams. It is a beautiful place with purple skies and crimson oceans that sang to the moon at night. The crystal veins lived in the mountains, and the people of Eris mastered the energy in ways that Earth had only begun to imagine. But beauty doesn’t always mean balance.
In Eris, the feminine power rose early and powerfully. History has occasionally been rewritten to demonize the males of Eris and favor the feminine. Eris is different from Earth, with only three continents and 23 countries, as humans call them. Women have largely led countries, owned wealth, made laws, and in many cases defined the value of life. From childhood, girls are taught that power is their birthright and that desire is a tool to be used.
Early writings of Eris history were changed over time to favor women and used as proof of their birthright. Very few disputed these early writings as they were considered sacred. Boys were taught to be useful, strong, attractive, and to stay put. They were taught to be good boys, but their place was subservience to the women of Eris. There were no actual rules or laws that set this in motion, aside from these early writings that the Erisians called Chronicles.
Males were admired for their bodies, strength, beauty and willingness to serve. But they were rarely honored for their wisdom. They were taught to dress in bright colors to attract females, often multiple females during their lifetime. They built the churches, but they could rarely teach in them. They were praised when they felt like it, mocked when they asked questions, and punished when they remembered who they really were. Yes, some have taken their place as leaders, but they have had to work much harder to earn the respect women naturally deserve.
In the later days of Eris, there lived a young man named Edimosz. This is his story.
Edimos was beautiful even by the standards of his world. His hair was as dark as the night sea, his shoulders were broad from his work in the fields, and his eyes were so soft that many took them for surrender. Women noticed it early. Some openly admired him. Some of them set me up in such a way that they left traces that no one cared about. It was all seen as the way of men and the status quo kept everyone in place.
In Eris, males are naturally attracted to females. This belief became a convenient excuse. If a woman wanted a man, they said, she was sure to call him. If he was hurt, he was said to have been invited by his beauty. If he refused, they said he had forgotten his place. Males were largely responsible for child rearing, and while families are quite different in Eris, a male who played his part well was well cared for.
Edimos heard the words of the Chronicles so often that he believed and accepted them, as most people do. He learned to hide his thoughts and feelings. He learned to make his body strong and his spirit small. But there was a flame inside him that wouldn’t go out. He didn’t burn with hatred. It was burning with a question.
“Is that really me?”
This question became his rebellion.
One night, as the twin moons rose above the fields, just before the Red Winds began, Edimos was sent to repair a breach in the Hall of Voices. It was a sacred place where the women of the tribunal usually spoke. When the men spoke there, they were mostly not heard. Men came in to look, clean, repair or decorate.
As Edimos placed his hand on a cracked crystal pillar, it began to rumble. He froze. The sound penetrated his bones and then into his heart. The women of the tribunal listened to their own, and looked at him with disdain, as if he were deliberately disrupting their proceedings. The chamber was suddenly filled with light and a voice echoed through it, not loud but undeniable.
“He who is silenced will be the opening.”
The women of the church turned in shock. A male activated the central crystal. Worse, the crystal answered him.
I was there.
Yes, my dears, I incarnated as Eris Lilith before I was known as the Ninth. I had power at that age. I was sitting in court. I knew how to command a room and interpret the laws laid down in the Chronicles. I was taught, like all women at my station, that power must be held tightly or it will be stolen. I thought balance was a weakness. I thought softness was a luxury. I thought men were beautiful, useful and secondary to women.
Then I saw Edimos standing in the light.
It didn’t look triumphant. He looked terrified. And that’s what broke the spell for me.
Real power needs nothing else to shake.
The court wanted to punish him. He was called dangerous, seductive, unstable, corrupted by the need for attention. Every accusation made against the powerless in one world was made by the powerful in another world. And as I listened, I heard the emptiness of our superiority.
This event coincided with the intersection of the timeline with planet Earth. Both timelines collided and a new light was born in Eris that day. There was confusion and reaction from those present. They sensed that something had changed, but none of us knew the extent.
So I mustered up all my courage and asked Edimos a question in front of the tribunal.
“What did the crystal show you?”
He raised his head. His voice trembled, but this time he didn’t roll his eyes.
“It showed me that the feminine and the masculine were never meant to dominate each other. They were meant to complete the circle. One moves energy into form. The other gives form a safe place to become love. But when one dominates, both become distorted.”
The room fell silent, followed by low murmurs.
Then came the twist that changed Eris.
The crystal opened again, but this time it didn’t speak through Edimos. He spoke through every man in the temple yard, workers, guards, servants, singers, sons. One by one, their hearts burned like stars. Males have carried a hidden frequency for generations, not rebellion but remembrance. They kept the missing note. And because women ignored that voice, our songs became powerful but incomplete.
The change didn’t happen overnight. No real change. First came the denial. Then anger. Then sorrow. Women who unknowingly used their power had to face what they did in the name of entitlement. Those who survived the silence had to learn that their voices would not destroy them. Beauty had to be redefined. The force had to be softened. Desire had to be cleansed of possessions.
New lessons began in schools. Girls were no longer taught that power meant taking what they wanted. They were taught that true power involves restraint, respect, and responsibility. Boys were no longer taught that their worth resided in their bodies or their usefulness. They were taught to perceive, speak, create, lead and choose.
The churches have also changed. The old women’s councils have become balance circles. The first male voice invited to the Hall of Voices was Edimos. But he did not occupy the central place. Instead, he placed two chairs in the middle, facing each other.
“This is not the rise of men,” she said. “This is the beginning of the new Erisians.”
And my dears, Edimose’s words echoed in Eris for the next five years of your time.
Over time, male beauty was seen in a new way. No longer as a call to possess, but as an honor. Their bodies were still admired, yes, they still wore bright colors, but proudly, and now their tears were holy. They heard their intuition. Their tenderness became strength. Their borders became sacred.
And women have changed too. Many feared that sharing power would make them smaller. Instead, he made them complete. Rule always burdens the ruler, even if he does not see it. The hand holding the illusion of power cannot open to receive love.
Edimos lived long enough for the first balanced generation to come of age. The children of Eris began to laugh differently. Touched with permission. They spoke without fear. They led without conquest. The violet sky brightened and even the oceans changed their song. Even when the period of red winds came, their hearts bore the storms together.
I am telling this story now because the Earth is standing in front of a similar mirror. Your world has known a long imbalance of male dominance, and the wounds are deep. But the answer is not reversed. The answer is not for one energy to defeat another in the name of justice. The answer is memory.
The masculine must be healed, not humiliated. Femininity must be restored, not weaponized. Every child in man must learn that power without love becomes control, and love without power becomes sacrifice.
Edimos is not remembered for defeating women. He was remembered for helping us stop beating ourselves up.
This is the lesson Eris learned from crossing the timeline with Earth. Now we offer it to you as a graceful return.
And so it was, and so it is.
We ask you to treat each other with respect, nurture each other, and play well together as New Humans.
Espavo, my dears.
Thank you for taking over.
I’m Lilith, 9/9
