Stu - Lilith lives for your curse. She is your cursing. Your cursing her is her power over you. You can escape from your curse only by loving her, but you’re not strong enough for that. You have to let her rape you in your sleep to relate to her at all, and relate to her you must.
So basically V is way ahead in his conquest of this Goddess. I doubt she’ll cook, but she’d probably surprise me.
I wasn’t wearing the crown when I climbed the clouds up to heaven. It was God who put me up to the whole idea of wearing one.
But I’m not wearing it. Somehow it seems more arrogant to wear a crown among humans than to climb to heaven.
The “Maleus Malificarum” (witches hammer), the chief guide to demons for the inquistors, describes a wet dream as rape by an incubus or succubus. So Lililith rapes me in nice dreams? What happened to the howling banshee also decribed in Jewish mythology?
When I started to google Lilith and Pascal, I got an episode of “Cheers” in which Lilith leaves Frasier for a man named Pascal.
Something like that, yeah. That was the feeling I got. Needless to say this made me feel very good about my life, its potential, and about Earthly life in general.
Sometimes yes. Sometimes no. My dad in his quaint way of expressions once said he would believe the truth if a dog was to bark it. In other words the media isn’t as important as the message. Now if you believe the media is the message, that’s a different story.
I have to change my position that Lilith has never paid me a visit in the night.
As I remember now that I did wake up with my now evil ex-wife riding me like a beast (she says, or said, that, a hard dick should not be wasted). I just failed at those times recognizing her as Lilith.