On the myth of the Siren
Am I a siren?
Or is my life a siren?
If I am the siren, then am I a temptation for others, stifling their spiritual evolution, bringing them to death?
Or…if my life is the siren, then I am being tempted into a spiritually dead existence.
It could be that my view on life, my reactions, the way I connect to others is the true siren, in which case the siren is there to tempt me every time. And every time, I must meet her with something else, with some kind of fearless yet understanding attitude, to see that she is half human half something else.
She appears as someone very beautiful and alluring, but she turns men into her minions and she takes the role of a shining all-encompassing mythical lover, but she is miserable because she’s living on land.
She belongs to the sea. Her lungs aren’t made to breathe air, but water. She needs to flow and swim and dive, not sit idle in a sterile bathroom, all to have submissive humans adoring her.
True authenticity is in the waters and the waters may feel unwelcoming, even when this is her life force. Something inside is making her abandon the waters and favor this change of environment. She’s drawn to the dry land and the men worshipping her, but she suffers from it.
It may be that her convictions of the water are erroneous. She might asses the waters as dull, empty, fading for her true potential because she has prior experiences in the water, maybe so old she can’t even remember them. And those experiences are limiting her view of life and affecting her choices. Or, I should say, it’s not the experiences themselves but her position and opinion on this personal history of hers.
When she thinks it like this, it eludes her. The siren is trying to create change by rationalizing the water, placing it under her conscious microscope. But it will not work, because it’s not her conscious mind deciding on such a grave matter.
She believes she will be alone in the waters. It scares her. It’s fear there, lurking in the waters.
“Better a fake life, filled, than an empty authenticity”, her lifelong mantra reveals itself to her. She now sees it. Observes it. That creates enough momentum for the future.
