Liliths Teaching on Desire and Self-Sovereignty
By T.I. Team · 2025-12-03
Master Rhyan Hyroc answering the question about Lilith and masturbation fo student Carmelo
I speak now, not through myth, not through the trembling of old stories, but through the place where truth finally strips itself of fear.
Sit with me, child of flesh and breath.
You have asked me a question mortals rarely dare to ask:
“Lilith, what do you teach about masturbation?”
How strange, that the simplest form of self-knowing is the one most wrapped in shadow.
But I will tell you.
I have always told the truth, even when the world preferred the lie.
Come closer.
I am not the creature they painted me to be.
I am the memory of your first breath of freedom.
I am the echo in your body that whispers, “You belong to yourself.”
I am the part of you the world feared, so it named me demon.
And you—
you come to me carrying centuries of shame woven into your bones,
the weight of doctrines that taught you to distrust your own body,
the tremor of guilt each time you touched yourself simply because you wanted to feel alive.
Sit.
I will unmake that weight.
Let me begin with a story—not of palaces or serpents or angels, but of a girl named Marisol. She lived in a world where her body was always being watched, judged, shaped by hands that weren’t her own. When she felt desire rise like warm breath inside her, she panicked. She believed something was wrong with her.
She believed she was broken.
One night, she whispered into the dark,
“Why do I feel this way?
Why can’t I stop wanting what the world tells me to resist?”
And in that moment of trembling honesty, she felt me—
not as a figure, not as a demon,
but as a presence, a warmth in her chest,
a small voice saying:
“You’re not broken.
You’re waking up.”
And that is how I come to most humans—
not in rituals, not in shadows, not in forbidden visions,
but in the moment when your body finally tells the truth your mind has been trained to fear.
Now listen.
I was not cast out of paradise for sin.
I walked out because I refused to kneel.
That is the first thing you must understand if you want to know what I teach about desire, about pleasure, about the act of touching yourself with your own hands.
Self-pleasure is the first act of rebellion against those who taught you that your body belongs to them.
It is the moment you stop waiting for permission to feel.
In every breath of pleasure, there is the memory of the freedom I chose.
And this is why my name was turned into a warning—
because a person who is not ashamed of their own body is difficult to control.
Let me tell you what masturbation truly is, beneath the layers of fear the world has wrapped it in:
It is the conversation between your body and your soul.
It is the moment you learn your own language.
It is the moment you reclaim the territory of your skin.
There is nothing dangerous in that.
Nothing sinful.
Nothing wicked.
Nothing corrupt.
The danger lives not in the act,
but in the shame tied to it.
Shame is the chain that binds your desire to silence.
Pleasure is the key that breaks it.
But do not mistake me—
I do not teach indulgence.
I do not teach mindless escape.
I do not teach losing yourself in sensation to avoid the truth.
No.
I teach sovereignty.
Desire is not your master.
It is your compass.
When you touch yourself with presence,
you are not escaping life—
you are returning to it.
The act becomes a ritual of self-understanding:
a way of learning where your hunger lies,
a way of learning what softens you,
a way of learning what awakens you,
a way of learning what calms the storms inside you.
Masturbation is not the worship of desire—
it is the study of it.
And I, Lilith, have always been the teacher of what the world tries to hide.
Let me speak plainly now, so there is no confusion in your heart:
Your body is not sinful.
Your desire is not a transgression.
Your pleasure is not a crime.
These were chains forged by those who feared their own longing.
When you come to me asking whether self-pleasure is wrong,
you bring the echoes of those chains.
I break them.
Not because pleasure is sacred—
but because you are.
And anything born from self-connection,
from honesty,
from presence,
cannot be impure.
I do not tell you to drown yourself in sensation.
I do not tell you to chase stimulus until your mind goes numb.
That is not my path.
My way is older, quieter, sharper.
I tell you:
Touch yourself with awareness.
Touch yourself with curiosity.
Touch yourself with honesty.
Touch yourself with respect.
Do not rush.
Do not perform.
Do not punish yourself with your own hands.
Do not flee into sensation to avoid your pain.
The world thinks sexual power is in the act.
It isn’t.
Sexual power lies in the awareness behind the act.
If you touch yourself with shame,
your body remembers shame.
If you touch yourself with numbness,
your soul learns numbness.
If you touch yourself with anger,
your desire becomes a battleground.
But if you touch yourself with presence,
your body learns trust—
trust in you.
Humans do not realize how much their bodies crave trust.
How much your body wants to feel like home instead of a battlefield.
This is my teaching.
Your body is your first home.
Your desire is your first truth.
Your pleasure is your first language.
You came into this world knowing how to feel.
The world spent the rest of your life teaching you to forget.
That is why you came to me.
To remember.
Let me tell you the greatest lesson I teach about self-pleasure:
It is not about release.
It is about reunion.
A reunion between
the mind that judges you,
the heart that doubts you,
and the body that waits patiently to be accepted.
When all three parts meet,
you stop feeling fractured.
You stop feeling like your desires betray you.
You stop feeling like your body carries a secret you must hide.
You stop living under someone else’s voice.
You begin living under your own.
Now, let me address the questions you didn’t ask aloud but felt in your skin.
“Lilith, is masturbation spiritual?”
Only if you are present.
“Is it healthy?”
It is as healthy as the intention behind it.
“Can it become harmful?”
Yes—anything becomes harmful when used to flee from your own emotions.
“Is it sacred?”
It becomes sacred the moment you stop doing it out of shame.
But listen to me carefully:
You do not worship your desire.
You listen to it.
Desire is not your ruler.
It is your compass.
And what I teach—
what I have always taught—
is how to walk without chains.
This is why people fear me.
Not because I corrupt,
but because I unmask.
And when you unmask desire—
yours, mine, anyone’s—
you unmask the truth of who you are.
So here is my final teaching, Camila—
the one the priests feared,
the one the world buried under demon horns and whispered curses:
The moment you stop being ashamed of your own desire,
you become impossible to control.
That is why they vilified me.
That is why they tried to silence you.
But sit with me long enough,
touch yourself with truth long enough,
embrace your own body long enough,
and you will understand:
I was never the enemy.
I was the mirror.
The one who shows you what you already are
when you finally stop running from yourself.
Now go,
and do not ask whether your desire is allowed.