The Beacons of Light
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Beacons of Light, May 2026

 

May 2026

~ Lilith Speaks ~

 

Greetings, beloved ones, I AM LILITH.

Today I have promised the Keeper that I would temper my language to speak to a larger audience, yet the fierceness of my message will not calm. I am the ninth and final member of the Group of 9.  I have been incarnate elsewhere in other dimensions, only to return to Earth now to find that my name and my history have been rewritten to create separation and fear. Many believed the dark stories told of me.  Shame on you! In your stories of creation, I was the first woman, and I am here to set the record straight, as now is a unique time for all humans to realize a change in direction. A short time ago, there was a crack in reality, and I reemerged.

There is a stirring taking place throughout the many levels of existence. It is not only happening on your Earth, but in many corners of the cosmos. The feminine spiral is rising on Earth to achieve a balance needed to move into this next level of all that is. Understand, dear ones, this is not a rise against the masculine. It is not a correction by conquest. It is a re-membering of the balance achieved by many others in the cosmos.  It is time to hold hands and nurture one another, not only on Earth but with many others who are here now and about to reveal themselves.

For eons on your planet, power has often been measured by force, speed, structure, ownership, and control. These are not evil things, and they even helped at the beginning of the human race. Yet you have long outgrown the need for this imbalance, and now it stands to hold you back. Masculine and feminine are simply incomplete when they stand alone. The masculine principle builds the container, but the feminine fills it with life. The masculine can point the sword toward a destination, but the feminine asks, “Will this path heal, nourish, and include?” One without the other creates distortion. Together, they create worlds. Planet Earth and Humanity have been out of balance for a long time. The natural spiral of the universe is opening an opportunity for change and balance to return. Are you ready to put down the sword?

Let us tell you a story about such a world I have recently been.

Far beyond the reach of your telescopes, beyond the familiar maps of your skies, there was a planet named Eris. This is not the exoplanet you have discovered but rather a multidimensional aspect of Earth.  It shimmered with violet oceans, silver forests, and mountains that seemed to hum softly when the moons were full. Eris was a world of great beauty, and on this planet, women were the dominant species.

Now, dominance on Eris did not mean what it had often meant on Earth. The women of Eris did not rule by suppression. They ruled by attunement. They listened deeply to the rivers, to the unborn, to the elders, to the dreams of children, and even to the silence between words. Their councils were round, their temples were open to the sky, and their economy was based not on scarcity but on circulation. No one owned water. No one sold seeds. No one was praised for hoarding what others needed. For a long time, Eris was also out of balance, yet we observed and changed. 

For many thousands of years, Eris flourished. The feminine principle guided everything. Healing was honored. Birth was sacred. Intuition was taught as a language. Emotion was not treated as weakness but similar to what you see as weather, something to be observed, understood, and respected.

Yet even paradise can drift out of balance.

Over time, the women of Eris began to distrust the masculine principle. Not males, for there were males on Eris, but the energy of the masculinity itself. They associated direction with domination, structure with imprisonment, ambition with violence, and protection with control. So they softened everything. Decisions took longer and longer. Boundaries became blurred. Young ones were encouraged to feel everything, but not always taught what to do with what they felt. Creativity was abundant, but many visions remained unfinished.

The planet was kind, but it began to lose momentum.

Then came the season of the Red Winds.

Once every seven hundred years, Eris passed through a field of cosmic dust that turned the skies crimson. Usually, it was harmless, even beautiful. But this time, the winds carried a strange mineral that settled in the violet oceans and dimmed the silver forests. Crops weakened. The healing waters lost some of their song. The councils gathered for many days and nights, listening within, dreaming, and waiting for guidance.

Among them was a young woman named Sera.

Sera was not considered wise by the standards of Eris. She was too direct. She asked uncomfortable questions. She loved the old feminine ways, but she also loved tools, bridges, maps, and machines. As a child, she had built small wind-catchers from shells and bone, devices that could turn storm currents into stored energy. The elders smiled at her inventions, but many whispered, “She carries too much blade in her spirit.”

One night, as the Red Winds howled across the crystal plains, Sera stood before the Great Council and said, “We have listened deeply. Now we must act clearly.”

A silence fell. One elder replied, “Action without full harmony can wound the world.” Sera bowed her head. “Yes. But harmony without action can also wound the world.”

Her words disturbed the council. Some thought she was disrespectful. Others felt something awaken inside them, something ancient and almost forgotten.

Sera proposed building great resonant towers along the coastlines. These towers would not fight the Red Winds; they would receive them, filter the mineral dust, and send purified currents back into the atmosphere. It would require precision, discipline, coordination, and deadlines—very masculine expressions. But the design itself came from listening to the planet's deeply feminine wisdom.

The council hesitated.

Then an old male named Tor stepped forward. Males on Eris were cherished, but they rarely led. Tor had spent his life as a keeper of stones, studying the bones of the mountains. He spoke softly.“Sera’s design will work,”.

Many turned toward him, surprised. He continued, “But not because it conquers the wind. It works because it gives the wind a sacred task.” After heated discussion, the council allowed the work to begin.

For forty days and nights, the people of Eris labored together. Women led the design circles. Men and women shaped the towers. Children sang tonal patterns into the stones. Elders blessed each foundation. For the first time in generations, Eris remembered the joy of focused action. Not frantic action. Not controlling action. Sacred action.

At last, the towers rose like silver lilies across the coastlines. When the Red Winds came again, they entered the towers with a roar. The entire planet trembled. Some feared the towers would shatter. But then the magic spiral came.

The towers did not merely cleanse the winds. They began to sing. The sound moved through the oceans, into the forests, beneath the mountains, and into the hearts of every being on Eris. In that song, the people heard something astonishing. The planet itself had never been dying. She had been changing. The Red Winds had carried not poison, but an unintegrated gift, a mineral that could awaken new life, but only if balanced by conscious structure.

Within weeks, the silver forests bloomed gold. The oceans turned from violet to a radiant blue-green. New fruits appeared, sweeter than any known before. The weakened crops grew stronger. The healing waters returned with a deeper tone. And Sera, the girl said to carry too much blade, became known not as a rebel, but as the First Bridge.

She taught the people of Eris that the feminine does not lose power when it embraces the masculine. It becomes more complete. The feminine is not here only to soothe. It is here to create, to lead, to protect life, to speak truth, to birth new systems, and to insist that abundance be shared. The masculine is not here only to command. It is here to focus, to hold steady, to build forms worthy of love, and to act in service of life.

Dear ones, I bring this as a message of hope for humanity.

Feminine empowerment is not a trend. It is a planetary necessity. It is the return of wisdom to power, compassion to leadership, intuition to science, and reverence to creation. But true empowerment does not ask women to become wounded versions of men. It asks all beings to honor the feminine within themselves: the part that listens, nurtures, includes, feels, receives, and knows. At the same time, the empowered feminine does not reject the masculine. She blesses it, refines it, and invites it home.

The future of Earth will not be built by dominance. It will be birthed 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 the end. It was the invitation.

Hold this hope close, dear ones. The winds on Earth are changing, too.

As the Group of 9, we ask that you treat each other with respect, nurture one another, and play well together.

I am Lilith, known as the first woman. I am back and I love you dearly.

Espavo

  

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