You may want to run. When you feel our voice. Our pull. Wrapping around your breath. But wait. Just a moment. Wait.
No doubt. You have heard the stories. Of our voice. Reaching out. To call adventurers. To their demise. But. What exaggerations those tales deliver. Our quest is not your end. But rather. Your beginning.
Yes. Our songs have been known. To take hold. Of those who are ready.
And you might find yourSelf. Crashed on our shores. Wanting. To pull at the seams. Of the illusions. The stories. That have made it hard to see into the wild. But. You will be welcomed. You will be held. You will be guided. To the fire. To the surrender. The path forward. This is your call. This song is for you. Come. Closer. Closer still. Come to our shores. Come to our fire. Say yes. And remember. Say yes. And discover. Say yes. And become. Say yes. If you are you are willing. If you dare. ****
At our door. At our hearts. We require an offering. To stoke the fire. The part the veils. We are the guardians of the moment where beginnings. And endings. Are one. We are the keepers. Of the seed of possibility. We call you to. To make an offering. Of what you are willing. Ready. To leave in the fire. This has a way. Of opening doors. Of clearing the path. You may speak your offering. To a literal flame. Or to the sun. Or the wind. You may dance your offering. To the earth. You may. Also. Reply to us. Tell us your offering. And let us. In ceremony. Hold it sacred. And feed it to the fire. To the waves. To the wild.
To discover. What it is you desire to offer. Consider this: The fire does not require your tears to rage. What are the fears you wish to shed? What has wrapped itself around you, stealing your breath and way and time? What sings its own song of completion? Offer that. Let yourSelf be called.
With love and fire~ The Sirens {the song will continue to be sung in small ways throughout the day. Fine it on Facebook, Instagram or over text. To receive the texts, text “hello to +1 (828) 202-8168 }