The Original Spin
How erasing Lilith from Eden became the patriarchy’s original power move — and its most haunting mistake.
Let’s talk original sin.
Yes, the original sin featuring Adam and his unruly wife.
But you’ve been sold the wrong wife, the wrong story.
I’m the original wife, and the original sin is my story.
Yours truly — Lilith. The first woman.
Not Eve.
And granted, neither Eve nor I were perfect.
But it’s not our fuck ups that have, well, fucked us up.
It’s the blatant lies and cover up of what really happened that has been a stain on humanity, and has created the pain and suffering in this world.
All marketers know that a story can be manipulated by spin, by massage.
Well, what if I told you that the original sin tale has been massaged and spun as a way to exalt one sex, and belittle the other.
Not to mention there are important elements left out as a way to sell a product as superior:
That product being men. Dudes. Males. Patriarchy.
And as humanity is waking up, many who have benefitted from the false narrative are now shitting themselves. Doubling down on the holy lies in order to regain control.
Anyway, before I get ahead of myself, let’s talk about this original spin.
Once upon a time, God and the Goddess created the world.
Yes, I said Goddess.
Original lie number one: Mom got omitted from the story.
C’mon, do you think a male can create life without female?
You people are so brainwashed.
That, and you believe what serves you.
But I digress.
After creating the world, they created the original humans:
Adam and me, Lilith.
Adam and I were created from the same exact materials.
Same amount.
Same formula.
Equal in every way.
Our job was basically to be happy.
That’s it. Live in harmony in this beautiful garden. That and propagate so more humans could enjoy this sublime existence.
There was no forbidden prize fruit tree that our father told us not to eat from.
Another fucking lie.
No.
What really happened was my husband, who was also my brother (creepy), got into a snit because I wouldn’t let him boss me around.
Typical sibling rivalry stuff.
And this, folks, is why getting with your sibling is a bad idea.
The warning signs were spiritual at first — conflict, chaos.
The genetic consequences came later, once the rule needed teeth.
Anyway, our parents decided to separate us because they realized that if we weren’t going to get along, no new humans were going to come out of the situation.
So they put me up in this beautiful seaside estate.
Then they created a new lady for Adam — Eve. This time apparently from a part of him, so he could relate to her better.
(This is where the term “go fuck yourself” came from.)
But he still wasn’t happy.
He actually missed the fact that I had a mind of my own and wasn’t easy to push around.
So he wanted me back.
Can you see who the true problem child is in this scenario?
Anyway, I said no.
I was much happier living on my own, and consorting with my lovers.
Angels.
None of whom threw tantrums when I set boundaries, and who accepted me fully for who I was.
Not to mention, fantastic in bed.
No, Adam would have to live with the manufactured sex doll Dad created for him. (Rumor had it, she was also a handful.)
This resulted in a massive ego wound for Adam.
He couldn’t stand that I rejected him — and worse, that I thrived without him. So he did what insecure, entitled babies always do when they when they realize they have no control:
He spun the story about what happened between us, and created a smear campaign against me.
He made me out to be a demon. A sex addicted harpy. Spread the rumor that Dad completely took his side, and killed my babies as punishment for not coming back to him.
That’s absolutely not true.
My parents loved me for who I was.
They created me.
They didn’t reject me for being who they made me to be.
And my father certainly didn’t kill his grandchildren to make a point.
But Adam’s smear campaign, born from a bruised ego and a desire to dominate, was relentless.
Eve was villainized too.
She was used as a cautionary tale about how women are the fuck ups.
They made up some story about her taking a bite of a fruit that made her smart — then tricking Adam into eating it too.
This, somehow, was the downfall of humanity. Seriously? What kind of plot line is that?
Yes, folks, bad writing has been around since the beginning of time.
Adam may have written the first draft.
But the patriarchy turned it into canon.
And since the common thread running through both mine and Eve’s stories was Adam’s inability to navigate relationships with women, he knew it was a bad look — he didn’t fuck up once, but twice.
So he convinced generations of men to bury my story.
Ghost my myth out of existence.
Replace me exclusively with the Eve myth.
Lilith who?
As the Adam and Eve myth got passed around, men felt justified using the gift of their physical strength — a strength granted to protect women — to subjugate and terrorize us
Yes, they beat us into submission.
We were dangerous.
We needed to be controlled.
Men were superior to women.
They wrote my mother — the Goddess — out of the script.
After all, God was a man, and they were made in his image.
They positioned themselves as gods on Earth.
God the Father was almighty.
Goddess the Mother wasn’t even a footnote.
That was no accident. It was intentional.
Women are the givers of life.
Every human who ever walked this earth came through a woman.
And that’s what they resented most — the fact that women gave birth.
A power they couldn’t control.
Couldn’t beat out of us.
So they spun it as a weakness.
Played it down.
Turned women into property.
Made it seem like children were somehow their lineage.
Worse still, they built religions around this lie.
They put it in their holy books.
And they made sure we couldn’t write our own holy books by keeping us uneducated.
Their biggest mistake — the one they’ll all have to atone for — is doing this to women in God’s name.
That’s literally Blasphemy 101: Thou shall not take the Lord’s name in vain.
Forging Dad’s signature on laws that subjugate half of his creation?
Oh boy, mister. When you meet your maker(s), you’re sure in trouble.
Eventually, some men began to wake up to the nonsense — realizing they were choosing to believe this garbage because it served them.
Yes, it served them on Earth.
But a God-sanctioned imbalance between the genders serves no one spiritually.
So little by little, women were thrown crumbs of equality.
We took to education and literacy like fish to water.
It didn’t take long for the weakest, most fragile of men to realize that educating us was a fucking mistake.
Because even though our bodies aren’t equal, our brains sure are.
This takes us full circle back to the lie of womenkind fucking everything up once we took a bite out of a piece of fruit from the magic knowledge tree: They’ve always, always, wanted to keep us stupid.
We destroyed everything when we ate the fruit and got smart.
Well, we destroyed everything for them.
And now the original sin — the real original sin — of subjugating women out of jealousy and power is trying to resurface.
Making a comeback.
And they’re going back to the old playbook.
Religion.
God wanted it.
“Just look at what this man wrote in a book thousands of years ago.
It says a woman shall obey her husband.”
It also says don’t eat shellfish.
Enjoy your shrimp and lobster, you hypocrite.
And yes, I know many will call me blasphemous for telling my story.
But I’m confident enough in my knowing to tell you this:
Using God to justify your petty need for power over women is blasphemy.
The truth is, God didn’t punish me for not obeying Adam.
I’m His daughter. He protected me.
Removed me from a toxic situation.
Gave me exclusive oceanfront property — and my choice of consorts.
All of you are my descendants.
As well as the descendants of Adam and Eve.
Our DNA has co-mingled.
And yes, this is all myth.
But myths become real because we make them so.
You don’t have to believe the myths to see them taking shape in society.
And my myth — actually, the suppression of it — has fucked us up the most.
It’s the fact that it lives in the shadows of our collective memory that makes it so powerful.
But we also have the power to create new myths and bring them into existence.
Let’s start by making my story known to all:
I walked away with my dignity intact.
I never disappeared.
My archetype may have taken a beating over the past few thousand years —
But I was not destroyed.
I got stronger.
I know who I am, and I refuse to shrink for anyone.
I know that I am loved unconditionally by my creator(s) for who I am.
I am not the symbol of chaos.
I am the blueprint for all of humankind, who must first construct a sovereign self before even thinking about union, surrender, or transcendence.
Ladies — men —
I’m handing you the pen.
Get writing.
This time, write myths that serve us all—equally.
You are the authors of your success.
But also the authors of your own demise.
From the outskirts of Eden,
Lilith