Lilith "The Original Lie" by THE ROOM INSTALLATION

The Original Lie

By Roxana Vanessa

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In the course of centuries you have bled me. You have fed on my blood and my flesh. Not satisfied with that feast; You have procured me the punishment of hatred and projected your miseries in my body. My blood spilled, tortured, flows through the body of all women. The discrimination you still profess is the rejoicing of kings and beggars. You have always believed in the power of violence. My blood, my flesh, will always be above your sad and poor beliefs.

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The Original Lie During this humble story I ask you to put aside any preconceived ideas about my name. To think for yourselves you must be cleaner from other influences. Everything you think you know about me is very likely that it does not coincide with this story. For thousands of years, Man has believed that in his hands was the control, the power to forge our destiny. The fate of all, those who carry my name in their blood. The weapons were others. The words, only heritage of a sector. However, while these struggles for control and mastery over the masses - based on massacres, tortures and eloquent phrases continued their fruitful path, our destiny was already marked by an existence subordinated to, enslaved by: The Men.

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The Woman, the servant who would always be at your service, for its use, punishment and nourishment. Like any animal, destined to satisfy the hunger of this species, sacrificed to counteract the insecurity and fear that weakens the conscience of any age. Thus they have devastated with multitude of species, including the Women. Extinction, not only means physical disappearance, it can also act silently, with stealth. Like a parasite that eats from within the consciousness, to the point where the host ends up believing and supporting his own punishment. The women believed in their condemnation and supported their executioners. Until today, they believe. My existence was transformed into an urban legend that changed with the convenient modifications. In order to favor, to a large extent, those who support our perdition.

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My story is different Charge over me with millennia of hatred, with an appetite for blood that never ends, with the discrimination they believe justified. Even so; I am the voice of one who does not fear the oppressor, I am the strength of consciousness, I am your truth and who cries for your absence. I was the first to get up, the first to speak, the first to think, the first to fight.

I was the first

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Inherent The existence IS. It is not what the human being wants it to be. You can deceive yourselves and others of your own kind. You can invent a system that keeps the population occupied, worried, lost, weakened. You can never avoid the nature that speaking. That which IS, has no owner, can not be manipulated, much less denied. Creation has no form, does not have sex. It is not attributed; It is accepted, respected, taken care of. My BEING was and is, part of this uncontrollable existence, necessary. As everything that exists in its different stages or states. At some point in this extended timeline, within your belief system, terms such as "Good and Evil" emerged (Of course, I will not go into the interpretation of these terms, only in their association).

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It is clear that my name was and, commonly, is associated with Evil. You choose. I was the First Warrior of Being, independence, identity and differences.

defender

freedom,

The first to deny and decide, the first battered woman, the one that will never be defeated. Symbol of Evil for abusers, extremists and rapists.

That's me, it does not matter the name.

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The Exile In determining my destiny, all that remained was to wait for exile. After being denigrated by the words of those who called themselves prophets, the blood came. My blood, yes. My source of life was poured out to feed the poor in spirit. They drank my blood and ate my flesh - they laughed as they desecrated my body - and thus the truth became visible to whoever wanted to see it. The defenders of Good, covered with my blood, engraved a name on my skin; The name that everyone knows and always accompanies me. The humiliations seemed to have no end. Until the disappeared from my body where my blood no longer flowed.

pain

I felt myself rise, as if the wind and nature clothed me. I traveled through the air, the water, the fire, the earth. Everything around me was part of me - it always was Now my blood nourishes this earth, the air, the water, the fire.

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The power of creation runs through my veins, I do not need more, only the blood and this earth.

The Land Of Nod, my land. Land Of Nod There were few mentions of this, my home. Just as my existence, NOD, was a matter of forgetting. A forgetfulness of those who do not want to see. I was alone in exile, then others came. We all had something in common, a connection beyond the human world. There was no discrimination or punishment. Our house was for everyone and everyone. Nature took care of us and we her. This our paradise, stained with lies, land that welcomed those who dared to speak out against tyrants. Or that their particularities made them unacceptable in that false society that condemned us. LILITH | The Original Lie, is a project associated with: “In the Land of Nod” ©2017

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Time is not time, it is eternity. Everything IS, without fear of being discovered. As far as I'm concerned, I understood that my life was no longer governed by the human factor. Although it would stay close, very close.

Elixir Source of eternity runs through my veins, those that tortured now inviolable, where my elixir flows into blood. Whoever drank from me would die to be born. Created and creator without time and without forgiveness. Learning is the mission (few have achieved it). I'm still here, between rivers of life; Dried by the ignorance and hatred of those who live in agony. Present between violent pasts dye your land red. An appetite overflowing with ambition and death keeps me close, not to celebrate their baseness, but to free them from that sad existence.

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Die to be born Death is a beginning, not an end (for some) - Do you think that something, or someone, has punished me? -You can not be more wrong. Your lies and deceptions are so many that you are already too far from the truth. This is your worst punishment, inflicted by yourselves. All women have the capacity to create life, some, we can create others. There are those who have more capacity to give. Others, on the other hand, have more capacity to remove. Whoever has found that end, after mortal life, may find another beginning. Although lover in the dark by day and night will walk. There must never be hunger where the blood is born again.

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Image, likeness and more lies Image: perception dominated by fear that makes the imagination explode. Resemblance: inability to see what is inherent in the image. Thus the lies spread easily and smoothly. Where truth is the face that you rarely want to see. The symbol makes sense with the interpretation. The lack of identity strengthens the form that is transmitted for generations. My face is that of every woman, look where you look, different in each one. I am eternal for the truth that never dies, the one of all, the ones that carry my name in their blood.

This is just the beginning.

LILITH | The Original Lie, is a project associated with: â&#x20AC;&#x153;In the Land of Nodâ&#x20AC;? ÂŠ2017

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The Original Lie By Roxana Vanessa Rx"The Rib and the Serpent"

Original cover / Linda Kristiansen Final Picture / P.T Barnum

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Any resemblance to reality

is not coincidental at all.

Introduction to the project

LILITH| The Original Lie

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