A brief dream, but followed by a physical/spiritual experience. Hard to describe how it was happening since “I” wasn’t a tangible ‘body’ or figure in the dream. There were also no other people or beings either. It was more like; I was observing something happening in my mind’s eye (~within an endlessly expansive space of self-lit whiteness~), and I was simply watching it happen without influencing anything. ⁣

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      There were 5 “events” taking shape, but I saw them not as a subject that can be defined using earth-examples. 4 of the “events” had hardly any detail. They had barely taken shape at all. They were only single-ringed circles. With a couple of them having an extra line or two. Think of the ‘events’ as; incomplete/in-progress sigils. (~Drawn in smokey black, floating in the whiteness.~) At least, that’s how they appeared. A circle, prepared, but with no core or details. ⁣

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      The first 4 sigils were planned to be formed and still were; but at the moment; all efforts and energy was being placed into the 5th sigil first. The 5th sigil was unmistakably Lilith’s sigil. But at the stage it was at; it was FAR grander and far more complex, intricate & detailed. I could see into and through the multi-faceted sigil, it housed several layers built within itself, the further I peered into it, the deeper the sigil expanded. ⁣

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      There was a “ritual” taking place to bolster the power and energy of Her sigil. Not a physical ritual with body’s, items and movements/actions of people or other beings…but a ritual of audio and image only. All 5 sigils hung suspended in the air, in the space of a limitless white void. The sigils were somehow both drawn in the air in both white and living-black, making them clearly visible. A soundless voice was chanting or reciting a powerful incantation for, and too, Lilith. To build the energy for the rite, to power the ceremony first, before calling out to Her. ⁣

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      The incantation was intense! But it started out small and built and built in intensity. The incantation was an honoring of Lilith, glorifying all Her many names and titles she’d been known as and associated with over the entire course of time. Each line (starting with nurturing, gentle, motherly descriptions) continued to build upon itself, leading to recounting Her power, dark divinity, righteous wrath/rage, un-containable rebellious & un-submissive spirit. A high-feminine matron, who kneels before no man. As the intensity of the audible praise and veneration was amplifying; so too was Her sigil gaining more details, more depth, more intricate lines and symbolisms. The sigil was drawing itself, in the air! While the other 4 sigils remained generally ‘dormant.’ ⁣

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This is the point when the ‘dream’ crossed over into an ‘experience.’ ⁣

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      As the intensity of the invocation rose and the sigil was quickly gaining energy/power (faster, and increasing, and faster) – I could FEEL that power emanating in the air just outside my mind, into the waking world. It was then that I realized I was in a dreamstate, but I hadn’t exited it. Once I became ‘aware’ of the dream; the energy of Lilith’s sigil rushed forward and suffused over me, and I felt it wash over my body in the physical/material world. ⁣

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      I felt it simultaneously in both places at once. In that strange space between dream & awake AND my body that was laying in my bed at home. It was a cascading wave, after wave, of pin-prickling & skin-rippling deep tingles. Muscle deep. However (do take note); It wasn’t like those feelings I wrote about on Aug. 25th, Aug. 31st, Sept. 2nd and Sept. 6th, when Lili visited. The experience and sensations of Her touch and embrace is different. When She lifts or gently ‘pushes’ my spirit out from my body, so she can wrap my whole being entirely-up in Her sheltering hug… ⁣

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      This was NOT akin to that. This was raw, unabated pulsating energy, with the sole intention to call Lilith forth with respectable, glorifying authority. I cannot remember the precise words of the incantation. It would be impossible, because the litany of accolades, acclaims, worshipful praising and veneration was lengthy and quite detailed. ⁣

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      The reverberating pulsing of energy grew SO strong and intense that I (my observing-spirit) was “blasted” backwards out of the white void, and I lost connection to the dreamstate. I next found myself consciously staring into the darkness of my bedroom. The skin-rippling spread of energy, still washing over me in ever decreasing waves of energy. I knew immediately that the dream & experience was important somehow. I don’t yet know the significance, but I’m writing it all down now, for future reference. The suspended sigils hanging resolutely looked something like this;⁣

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[𝑷𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐/𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘]⁣

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      There was more to Lilith’s sigil though. Some script-writing and more detail, but I just can’t remember it perfectly.⁣

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𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀: (𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭. 𝟐𝟖𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠) ⁣

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      Two noteworthy events happened during my morning honoring & thanking of Her. One; when focusing on her sigil (after lighting an incense for her), my eyes remained unblinking-staring center at the sigil. I did this for an unknown amount of time. When I closed my eyes (compelled to do so), the “after-image” of Lilith’s altar appeared in my mind(?), or however after-images appeared. I could “see” the bowl of drying rose petals, the ritual book with her sigil at its center. See the flanking candles, see Her vase and flowers, Her statuettes/figurines and offerings. See the entire display of her altar (but in “reverse” or “negative color”) and the colors shifted like auras of energy. ⁣

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      I found the experience to be quite satisfying and fun. So I did it 2 more times. Pushing myself to unblinkingly focus for longer times. But on the 3rd try, something unexpected happened. As I closed my eyes and focused again on the after-image of Lilith’s sigil; it always starts as a negative-color circular shape embedded into the book-shape behind it. But this time the outer rings formed and took shape, then incredibly (!!!) the sigil of Her name appeared! I saw it clearly, defined in detail. But what transpired next was wholly unexpected that I stopped breathing. Her sigil blurred and expanded and it became an eye! A single eye set within the circle that once surrounded the place where the sigil of Her name resided.⁣

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      The eye looked to (my) the left towards my bedroom doorway (towards the sigil’s right). Then it looked back at me and focused its gaze. I was breathing just fine again, at the realization. Lilith could see me!? I had my eyes closed, watching the afterimage of Her eye, while she had locked her gaze on me, through the after-image of Her morphed sigil. I marveled and wondered; “Can and does Lilith see from all Her sigils? Are Her eyes everywhere, where Her sigils are?” I’m still baffled in awe of the epiphany of this wonderment and possible insight of gnosis.⁣

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      The 2nd noteworthy event is this; on some occasions, I enjoy sitting still and in quiet [at Her] altar- then feel inclined to recite (via memory) the poem & love-letter I wrote for her during the new moon cycle, while in Evergreen, during the time of Her frequent visits. But as I reached the end of the poem and spoke the final words, I was washed with skin-tingling intense waves of warm ‘chills.’ ⁣

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      From the center of my back, radiating around my ribs and shoulders, to my chest, then gently flowing down my arms and legs. 3 times I was touched by this radiating euphoric feeling of a gentle glide of her hand, that sent soothing shivers of warm pleasure across my skin. I sat quietly for a long while, for the lingering prickles were lasting. When I could no longer feel them, I thanked Her profusely for Her touch, her presence, her visit. ⁣

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      I thanked her for taking time to acknowledge me, for her affections and affirmations. For the assurance of Her interest in me, that I (to some degree, at least) am favorable enough in Her eyes, that she would apply a measure of attention upon me. Lili, I love you.