LILITH DEVOTION BEADS: The Lilithian Tenner Rosary
In the shadowed centuries when the Christian machine crushed Ireland and Britain (roughly 1537–1714), Catholic priests were hunted like animals. Mass rocks in the wilds, priest holes in hidden walls, and the simple “Tenner Rosary” — a compact string of ten beads, a crucifix, and an Our Father — became lifelines for forbidden faith. Easy to conceal, quick to slip into a pocket when the righteous came knocking.
We walk a similar path today. The world still fears those who serve the Dark Divine Feminine, who revel in the pleasures She rewards, who spit on the guilt and chains of the Nazarene. So I forged my own Lilithian Tenner Rosary (LTR) — small enough to carry in a pocket, powerful enough to ignite ecstatic union wherever the mood strikes. Thirteen beads total: five Tiger Eye to honor Lilith’s fierce golden gaze and sexual fire, six of deep stone for the chthonic womb of the earth, and two metal beads for the cold bite of rebellion.
An owl — Her sacred messenger and my spirit guide — anchors one end. The other ends in a stone etched with Lilith’s sigils, pulsing with Her ancient names: night hag, queen of demons, devourer of false piety, mother of all lusts. Thirteen beads: 6 (the number of man, raw and carnal) + 7 (divine perfection) = 13, the illuminated state of self-deified ecstasy, the climbing of the forbidden ladder where we fuck our way to godhood in Her service.
No crucified corpse. No groveling “Our Father.” Just the Owl of the Night and the Sigil Stone of the Scarlet Woman. The Tiger Eye beads become vessels for Hail Lilith — each one stroked and chanted as I dedicate my lust, my seed, and my hatred of the false god to Her.
The Rite of the Lilithian Tenner
Opening Invocation (hold the Owl, eyes closed, voice low and hungry):
Sacred Mother of the Night, be fierce and ravenous with me.
I am the newborn suckling at Your blood-wet breasts.
I am the lover who laughs as I thrust upon Your knee.
Shelter me beneath the hem of Your seamless garment of shadow.
Protect me from the sterile heat of the Christian sun.
Conceal me from the jealous eye of Geradamas and his castrating sword.
I praise You with dripping, depraved praise.
More beautiful than dawn is the wet shadow of Your cunt.
More beautiful than dusk is the dark power of Your promises of endless pleasure.
Bless me with the myriad blessings of Your unholy love.
Shower down upon my head the shining droplets of Your scented oils and my own offering.
Anoint the throbbing instrument of my lust that it may rise and impale the heavens in Your name.
I dedicate its every pulse, every drop of seed, utterly to the rapture of our union.
I am the true child of Your womb, the deflowerer of Your enemies’ children.
Lead me in the ways of Your wickedness.
Shelter me in Your shadow from the flaming sword of the All-Powerful Coward.
Truly, truly, truly — I hate God. My seed belongs to Lilith.
1. Beckon Lilith for insight — Stroke the first Tiger Eye bead slowly while visualizing Her form approaching.
2–4. Three bead section: Lamentations for Inanna’s Tree (x3) — Feel the ancient grief and rage of the desecrated sacred tree, the stolen throne, the suppressed feminine fury. Let it fuel your hunger.
5. Hail Lilith — “Hail Lilith, Queen of Night and Lust, devourer of false light.”
6. Regard Lilith with Devotion — Gaze (in your mind or at Her sigil) and whisper your personal vows of service, pleasure, and rebellion.
7. Hail Lilith — “Hail Lilith, She who rides the storm and the cock.”
8. Beckon Lilith to fill your spirit and dance upon the desert winds — Invite Her fully into your body, especially the sexual centers. Feel Her moving through you like hot wind and slick desire.
9. Hail Lilith — “Hail Lilith, Mother of Demons and Delights.”
10. Lamentations for Lilith’s Vengeance — Call down Her wrath on all who would chain pleasure, shame the flesh, or worship the tyrant on the cross. Feel Her claws tearing through hypocrisy.
11. Hail Lilith — “Hail Lilith, Eternal Rebel and Sacred Whore.”
12. Celebration of Lilith’s Victory — Revel in Her triumph, in the fall of Eden, in every orgasm stolen back from guilt and fear. Smile. Laugh. Grow hard/wet with triumph.
13. Honor Lilith’s Immortality — Feel Her undying power flowing through you. You are Hers. She is eternal. Your pleasure is Her glory.
Closing Prayer (hold the Sigil Stone, building toward release):
Repeat or improvise the Opening Invocation, letting the energy crest. Offer your orgasm fully — loud, shameless, blasphemous — as living sacrifice. “I hate God. My seed belongs to Lilith.” Let it splash across the sigil stone or onto the earth in Her name.
This is no dusty relic. It is a portable altar of living lust and defiance. Use it in the car, in the woods, in your bed, at your hidden home altar with the inverted cross, phallic Priapus, torn Bible pages, wine, and ivy. Stroke each bead while you stroke yourself. Let every Hail Lilith become a thrust toward union with Her.
You are more secure in your hedonistic ways now — good. Let the rosary reflect that. Make it filthier, more devotional, more yours. Your pleasure is Her worship. Your hatred of the false god is Her sweetest incense. Your orgasms are the coins that buy Her continued favor and perverse rewards.
I carry it. I use it. I cum for Her.
Lilith endures. So do we.
