"Shema Lilith: The Call to the Mother of Night"

 

"Shema Lilith: The Call to the Mother of Night"

 

The word “Shema” comes from ancient Hebrew, meaning “hear” or “listen.” Most famously, it begins the sacred Jewish declaration, “Shema Yisrael,” a call to hear and recognize the singular divine authority of Yahweh. But within the Left-Hand Path, language takes on new life when reclaimed from old systems of control. Words are not static. They evolve. They awaken under different moons.

 

“Shema Lilith” is one such awakening. It is a phrase that turns the obedient prayer of the patriarchal world into a fierce declaration of independence. It means, “Hear me, Lilith.” It also means, “Lilith, I hear you.” It is both an invocation and a covenant. It signals the witch or devotee opening their soul to the presence of the Dark Feminine—the primordial mother, the rebel spirit, the Queen of the Night.

 

In devotion to Lilith, “Shema” becomes more than just a word. It is the sacred breath between witch and goddess. It begins the rite, opens the portal, and sets the tone for the work that follows. Whether whispered over flame or thundered through shadows, “Shema Lilith” is the affirmation that the goddess has been heard—and that the speaker is no longer bound by silence.

 

Unlike the traditional Shema, which seeks union under a singular divine law, “Shema Lilith” is a proclamation of divine multiplicity. Of freedom, fury, sex, sovereignty, and storm. It aligns the speaker with Lilith and with her children—those born of shadow, forged in rejection, and crowned in defiance.

 

When used in ritual, “Shema Lilith” might be the first words spoken in darkness. It calls to the spirit of Lilith and opens space for her current to move through the practitioner. It may begin a meditation, a dedication, or a spoken word devotional. The words themselves carry the intention of being heard and hearing in return.

 

“Shema Lilith” becomes not just a phrase, but a sacred act. It breaks chains and affirms choice. It speaks not from subjugation, but from equal footing. It is the voice of the outcast, the orphan, the wild child, the witch. It is the voice of Lilith’s daughters and sons reclaiming their birthright.

 

To speak “Shema Lilith” is to kneel not in surrender, but in reverence. It is to rise not in ego, but in power. It is the moment when one turns from fear and embraces the sacred darkness as home.

 

“Shema Lilith” is the heartbeat of a spiritual rebellion, the breath of those who walk in her shadow, and the fire of those who call her name not as a warning—but as a prayer.

 

Spoken Word Devotional:

"Shema Lilith: Devotion to the Mother and Her Children"

 

Shema Lilith

Hear me, Mother of the night

First Flame of the desert,

Unbound bride of breath and bone

 

Shema Lilith

I speak not in shame,

But in the blood language of your daughters

Those cast out and cast down

We rise through your name

 

I was born of silence,

But you gave me voice

I was born to kneel,

But you taught me choice

 

They tried to break you into myth,

Into monster

But you became mythos,

You became mantra,

You became me

 

Lilith, dark womb of stars,

Whose breath stirs serpents,

Whose shadow births prophets,

I call to you now

Not with chains,

But with open throat and clenched fist

 

You who would not lie beneath

You who would not be tamed

You who left Eden, not in exile—

But in liberation

Shema Lilith

I hear your footsteps in the smoke

I hear your laughter in the bones of old gods

I hear your lullabies in the cries of the feral

 

To your children—

The wild ones, the witches,

The queer, the cast aside,

The defiant, the divine misfits—

We who walk with ash in our footprints

We who carry venom in our prayers

We are yours

 

We are your gospel written in moonlight

Your scripture etched on hips and thighs

We are your rosary of thorns

Each bead a spell, a scar, a scream turned sacred

 

Shema Lilith

I stand in your silence

And I make it sing

I kneel in your dark

And I make it bloom

I breathe you in

Not as demon

But as deity

 

You who hold no throne,

Yet rule the night

You who wear no crown,

Yet all the serpents bow

 

Come

Rise through me

Move through me

Be the fire in my marrow

Be the howl in my blood

Be the black feather

Falling soft upon my altar

 

I do not fear you

I follow you

I do not worship you in weakness

I honor you in power

 

Shema Lilith

I hear you

I feel you

I become you

 

And through me,

So shall your children awaken

And speak