Greetings, loved ones, I AM LILITH.
I promised the Guardian today that I had moderated my language in order to speak to a larger audience, but the ferocity of my message has not abated. I am the ninth and last member of the group of 9s. I have incarnated elsewhere, in other dimensions, but have now returned to Earth to find that my name and history have been rewritten to create separation and fear. Many people believed the dark stories told about me. shame on you! I was the first woman in your creation stories and I am here to set the record straight as this is a unique time for all humans to notice the shift. There was a crack in reality not too long ago and I emerged again.
A stirring is taking place on many levels of existence. This is happening not only on Earth, but in many corners of the cosmos. The Feminine Spiral is rising on Earth to achieve the balance necessary for all beings to move into this next level. Understand, my dears, this is not a rise against masculinity. This is not correction by conquest. It is a recollection of the balance achieved by many others in the cosmos. It is time to hold hands and nurture each other, not only on Earth, but with many others who are here now and will soon reveal themselves.
For eons on your planet, power has often been measured in strength, speed, structure, ownership, and control. These are not evil things and they even helped in the beginning of the human race. Yet you have long since outgrown this imbalance, and now it is holding you back. Masculine and feminine are simply incomplete when they stand alone. The masculine principle builds the tank, but fills it with the feminine life. The masculine may direct the sword toward the goal, but the feminine asks, “Is this path healing, nurturing, and inclusive?” One without the other causes distortion. Together they create worlds. Earth and humanity have been out of balance for a long time. The natural spiral of the universe opens the possibility for change and the return of balance. Are you ready to put down your sword?
Let me tell you a story about the world I recently visited.
Far beyond the range of your telescopes, beyond the familiar maps of the heavens, there was a planet called Eris. This is not the exoplanet you discovered, but a multidimensional aspect of Earth. Violet oceans, silver forests and mountains glistened that hummed softly when the moons were full. Eris was a beautiful world and women were the dominant species on this planet.
Well, the rule of Eris didn’t mean what it often meant on Earth. Eris women did not rule by oppression. Attunement prevailed. They listened deeply to rivers, the unborn, elders, children’s dreams, and even the silence between words. Their councils were round, their temples open to the sky, and their economy was based not on scarcity but on traffic. No one had water. Nobody sold seeds. No one was praised for hoarding what others needed. For a long time, Eris was also out of balance, but we observed and changed.
Iris flourished for many thousands of years. The feminine principle guided everything. They honored the healing. Birth was sacred. Intuition was taught as a language. Emotions were not treated as weaknesses, but rather like what you see as weather, something to be observed, understood and respected.
Even tomatoes can be out of balance.
Over time, Eris women distrusted the masculine principle. Not males, because there were males in Eris, but the energy of masculinity itself. Direction was associated with rule, structure with imprisonment, ambition with violence, and protection with control. So everything was softened. Decisions took longer and longer. The boundaries are blurred. Young people were encouraged to feel everything, but not always taught what to do with what they felt. Creativity was abundant, but many ideas remained unfinished.
The planet was kind, but it was starting to lose momentum.
Then came the Red Winds season.
Once every seven hundred years, Eris passed through a field of cosmic dust that turned the sky crimson red. She was usually harmless, even beautiful. But this time the winds carried a strange mineral that settled in the violet oceans and darkened the silver forests. The crop is weakened. The healing waters have lost some of their song. The councils gathered for many days and nights, listening, dreaming, and waiting for guidance.
Among them was a young woman named Sera.
Sera was not considered wise by Eris’ standards. It was too direct. He asked uncomfortable questions. He liked the old feminine ways, but he also liked tools, bridges, maps and machines. As a child, he built small windbreakers out of shells and bones, devices that could turn storm currents into stored energy. The elders smiled at his inventions, but many whispered, “He carries too many blades in his spirit.”
One night, as the red winds howled across the crystal plain, Sera stood before the Great Council and said, “We have listened deeply. Now we must act clearly.”
There was silence. An elder replied, “Action without complete harmony can wound the world.” Sera lowered her head. “Yes. But harmony can wound the world without action.”
His words confused the council. Some said it was disrespectful. Others felt that something had awakened in them, something ancient and almost forgotten.
Sera suggested building large resonating towers along coastlines. These towers would not fight the Red Winds; they would receive them, filter out mineral dust, and send cleaned streams back into the atmosphere. It would require precision, discipline, coordination and deadlines – very masculine terms. But the design itself was created listening to the deeply feminine wisdom of the planet.
The council hesitated.
Then an old man named Tor came forward. Eris males were highly regarded but rarely commanded. Tor spent his life as a keeper of stones and studied the bones of the mountains. He spoke softly. “Sera’s design will work.”
Many people turned to him in surprise. He continued: “But not because it defeats the wind, but because it works because it gives the wind a sacred task.” After a heated debate, the council allowed the work to begin.
The people of Eris worked together for forty days. The design circles were led by women. Men and women shaped the towers. The children sang tone patterns into the stones. The elders blessed every foundation. For the first time in generations, Eris remembered the joy of focused action. Not a frantic action. It does not direct the action. Holy action.
At last the towers rose like silver lilies on the banks. When the Red Winds arrived again, they roared into the towers. The whole planet shook. Some feared the towers would collapse. But then came the magic spiral.
The towers didn’t just clean the winds. They started singing. The sound traveled across the oceans, into the forests, beneath the mountains, and into the hearts of every being in Eris. In this song, people heard something amazing. The planet itself never died. He has changed. The Red Winds did not carry poison, but an unbuilt gift, a mineral that could awaken new life, but only if the conscious structure brought it into balance.
Within weeks, the silverwoods were blooming cutely. The oceans changed from violet to a brilliant blue-green. New fruits appeared, sweeter than any previously known. The weakened crop got stronger. The healing waters returned with a deeper tone. And Sera, the girl who was said to carry too many blades, became known not as a rebel but as the First Bridge.
He taught the people of Eris that the feminine does not lose its power when it embraces the masculine. It becomes more complete. The feminine isn’t just here to comfort you. It is here to create, to guide, to protect life, to speak truth, to give birth to new systems, and to insist on sharing abundance. Masculine is not just here to command. This is where you need to focus, hold fast, build lovable forms, and act in the service of life.
Dear ones, I bring this as a message of hope for humanity.
Female empowerment is not a trend. It is a planetary need. It is the return of wisdom to power, compassion to leadership, intuition to science, and reverence to creation. But true empowerment doesn’t ask women to become scarred versions of men. She asks all beings to honor the feminine within: the part that listens, nurtures, includes, feels, receives and knows. At the same time, the empowered woman does not reject the man. He blesses, refines and calls home.
The future of the Earth is not built by dominance. It is born through balance. When the feminine rises with an open heart and a clear voice, and when the masculine stands beside her in service rather than control, humanity will discover what Eris discovered: the storm was never over. That was the invitation.
Hold that hope close, my dears. The winds on Earth also change.
As a group of 9, we ask you to treat each other with respect, take care of each other and play well together.
I am Lilith, known as the first woman. I’m back and I love you so much.
Espavo
