The Lilith Academy wasn't conceived overnight. It has been a slow and enduring journey, marked by the natural rhythms of creation: birth, death, and rebirth, much like the cycles of nature itself. This evolution is ongoing, driven by a vision that began to form in my earliest memories.
Raised by my WWII-generation grandparents, my worldview was significantly shaped by my grandfather. Every morning, he would engage me in a ritual that seemed beyond my years. He’d sit me down and read aloud the headlines from the morning paper, exclaiming, “Cristobal..." (Cristobal is "Christopher" in spanish), "...come sit down here and let me tell you what in the hell’s going on around here.” His voice carried the weight of urgency, a race against time to instill in me an understanding of the world’s complexities.
Although I didn’t grasp all the details, a deeper part of me sensed the importance of his words—a prelude to the life lessons I would need to navigate the world. His lessons were not just about current events but about instilling a critical awareness of the society—recognizing the good, the bad, and the ugly.
This early political and philosophical education was his gift to me, perhaps compensating for what he felt he couldn’t give his own children during his working years. He was consumed by his job, always working, which left little room to provide the same level of guidance to his own children. By the time he took me under his wing, he was nearing retirement, ready to impart the wisdom he had gathered over a lifetime. Thus, I inherited him not just as a grandfather, but as a father figure at a pivotal time when he was finally able to share his profound lessons.
Reflecting on his influence, I understand how my grandfather was initiated into the stark contrasts of reality when he went off to war. He was exposed to horrendous horrors, and like many veterans, was expected to return and seamlessly blend back into 'civil society' as if he hadn't seen how the sausage was made. This impossible reconciliation of his lived experiences turned him into a teacher of survival in a different kind of battlefield—the everyday world.
He knew firsthand that the world was its own battlefield, and he was determined to prepare me to be a fighter, not in the sense of physical combat, but equipped with resilience, critical thinking, and an unflinching view of reality. This preparation was about instilling a warrior’s spirit that could navigate and withstand the complexities of life beyond conventional pathways.
It’s here, in the ironies of life, that my story takes an unexpected turn. The resilience and critical awareness instilled in me by my grandfather, a Latino WWII veteran, paradoxically prepared me for the complexities of sex work. His teachings didn’t just help me navigate traditional pathways but also equipped me with the acumen to survive and thrive in environments far removed from the physical battlegrounds he knew. Stepping into the front lines of the psycho-spiritual shadow war between the modern masculine and feminine, this chapter of my life, which I will delve into further in my blog, reflects a broader narrative of survival, adaptability, and the unconventional application of learned wisdom.
The Lilith Academy, therefore, is more than an online esoteric academy for women; it is a combination of wisdom earned through my own lived experiences and in many ways, a continuation of my grandfather’s legacy. It is about preparing women to engage with the world in a way that is informed, critical, and empowered. Through a blend of academic learning and my own lived experiences on the fringe, the academy embodies the deep wisdom my grandfather imparted to me—a fusion of sacred warrior masculine and divine feminine energies.
The academy doesn't just teach, it prepares.
I aim to help women to face the world with the same courage and critical eye that my grandfather instilled in me. This isn’t just education; it ignites the primordial, feminine flame, a call to not just survive but thrive in a world that often underestimates the power of a well-prepared woman. (To be continued...)
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