Sirens Still Call Me to my Doom or to my Transformation

by Dionysos Maskaleris

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Odysseus knew his ship was soon to be passing the island of the sirens - sirens beings with women’s bodies and wings who when they sing drive all sailors mad and upon their ships passing by the island the men like moths to the proverbial addictive flame are compelled to be drawn desperately to come to the sirens where they dash their ships and bodies upon the rocks on the shore of the island and all are drowned to their deaths. 

 

Odysseus decided he would be the first man to hear the sirens song and survive to tell the tale. Odysseus had the crew who rowed the ship put wax in their ears so they would not hear the sirens call and he had his crew bind him securely with ropes to the mast of the ship and he instructed his men no matter what he said to row on and under no circumstances to untie him or to stop or remove the wax in their ears until well past the island of the sirens. So Odysseus as they approached the island heard the sirens and driven mad by their call he writhing and pulling on his ropes screamed pleading to his men to release him so he could go to the sirens he in a mad frenzy wanting to be freed though he would ultimately dash himself on the rocks as all others had done before still Odysseus bound to the mast the crew unhearing of his pleas rowed on past the island with Odysseus still crying to his crew to free him so he could return to the sirens. Finally past the island and any sound of the call of the sirens the crew as ordered removed the wax in their ears and unbound the emotionally spent and physically limp Odysseus from the mast he falling sinking down prone on the deck doomed he felt never to love or be loved by a woman again where upon they all sailed on.

 

Sometimes I wish there were no islands of siren women or no islands of inner demons in my life as I am often driven mad by my own misdirected hunger for women who are as sirens to me and I am often driven mad by the sirens of my inner demons within me - actually driving myself mad in my pursuing or fleeing these sirens I am often in danger of dashing myself or others on the rocks of pain and despair. 

 

I wish there is a way I could have a crew of loved ones and inner guides to always physically be with me to bind me to my mast of safety and stillness or then they to unbind me from my mast of being stuck in the complacency of unhearing or uncaring so that i can then pass through the perilous waters of death and life while listening to the terrible beauty of my and other people’s songs of pain and joy without me being alone in my loneliness and without I going mad from the violence of other’s and from my own false words and actions I indeed at times still dashing myself and others on the real rocks of material and emotional greed and cruelty.

 

What words or actions or stillnesses of the Energy of the Universe will heal and transform me to be a strong and free captain of my ship and a steady ever present presence with

all fellow travelers reaching out to everyone and seeing the truth of all beings - that we all - all friends, strangers and enemies are divine beings - when will we see and live in actions that we are all now and always worthy of love? 

 

How can I help those and myself we who are sirens of manipulation and cruelty to others and we who are torn and crying out tormented in pain within ourselves - how can we change our calls of deceit and misgivings to songs of harmony and love - holding and opening a space for all beings to come and go freely and just be our beautiful selves? 

 

What breath of love can we manifest and be to transform the sirens song to our souls song - to free our bonds and end our crashing desperately upon the rocks of darkness and instead call out in our paean of emotional freedom and spiritual liberation of all songs and currents of Light connecting and flowing with everything? 

 

For me the answer is to practice simple actions of loving kindness, creating Art, flowing in nature and being the vibrating breathing stillness. 

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