Hello.
Take a moment to get comfortable and close your eyes.
Let the room become your title.
Notice the edges of your body as if they were shorelines,
Soft,
Shifting,
Kissed by invisible waves.
Take a long inhale and imagine the tide gathering under the moonlight pull.
Take a long exhale and imagine the water sliding back into the sea.
Each breath is an ocean.
Each breath is yours.
You are not here to perform.
You are here to remember.
You are not here to force calm.
You are here to become the title.
The waves ebbing,
Flowing,
Powerful in your rhythm.
Place one hand on your throat now and the other on your heart.
Feel your own resonance.
Begin with a hum,
Gentle,
Low,
Imperfect.
You don't have to sing pretty,
Sing present.
As you hum,
Notice how the vibration anchors you in your body.
Imagine your hum as a lighthouse beam,
Stretching across dark waters.
It doesn't beg ships to come closer,
Nor does it apologize for shining.
It simply shines,
And those who find it,
Need it.
Let your hum wander,
Higher,
Lower,
Softer,
Stronger.
Pause in between hums and hear the echo inside yourself.
This vibrational frequency is the original siren power.
Not seductive,
Not performance,
But presence.
Your voice is an ocean,
Your ocean,
And it will belong to no one but you.
Now whisper into the tide,
What do you choose tonight?
Do you choose to attract,
Calling in connection,
Opportunity,
Love?
Do you choose to protect,
Holding your boundaries like a rocky shoreline?
Do you choose to cleanse,
Releasing what no longer belongs in your waters?
Say it quietly to yourself,
I choose to… And remember,
Oceans change their mind,
You can choose again tomorrow.
The siren sings a new song with each dawn.
Allow yourself to begin to sway,
Gently,
Like the seaweed in a current.
Inhale to a slow count of four,
As if drawing a wave towards the shore.
And exhale to the slow count of six,
As if letting a wave slide back into the sea.
Inhale for four,
And exhale slowly for six.
Soften your shoulders,
Your jaw unhooks.
Your spine curves like the tidal pool,
And your body already knows the grammar of the water.
It knows how to bend without breaking,
And it knows how to move without losing itself.
Breathe.
Sway.
Become rhythm.
This is the way the siren sang and danced.
Every culture whispers the same reminder.
Your body is a tide,
And your tide is sacred.
Now,
Pause and listen to the pull of your own waters.
What will you offer in exchange for what you're asking for?
If you want clarity,
Perhaps you offer attention.
If you want peace,
Perhaps you offer a boundary.
If it's intimacy you're seeking,
Perhaps you offer honesty.
Whisper it now.
I give to receive.
Just like the water spirits in Africa,
The ocean responds to respect.
Blessings flow when offerings are given with intention,
And your offer doesn't need to be grand.
It only needs to be true.
Feel the tide respond,
Rippling out,
Carrying your promise into the deep.
Name one boundary that keeps you sacred.
Perhaps it's,
I do not sing for storms that sink me.
Maybe it's,
I do not pour into cups that shatter in my hands.
Now,
Look up in your mind's sky and choose a star.
A value,
A goal,
A light that guides you.
It could be love,
It could be healing,
It could just be as simple as truth.
See yourself now through the dark,
Siren strong,
Your song alive in the air,
And your star above you.
Yes,
The world will tempt you in false lures,
Distractions,
Empty promises,
And more.
But your song is your compass,
And your boundary is your shoreline.
And your star,
Steady,
Ancient,
Will always carry you home.
Repeat after me.
I am tide.
I return on my own timing.
I am voice.
I choose who hears me.
I am depth.
I cannot be performed,
I can only be felt.
I am tide.
I return on my own timing.
I am voice.
I choose who hears me.
I am depth.
I cannot be performed,
I can only be felt.
Take one last hum now,
Quiet,
Confident.
Let your throat buzz and your chest vibrate.
Your voice belongs to you.
Your waters belong to you.
Inhale,
One final wave.
And exhale,
One final release.
Your shore,
Your song,
Your siren self.
When you are ready,
Bring small movements back into your fingers and wiggle your toes.
Blink open your eyes as if surfacing from the deep.
And now,
Carry your tide into the world,
Knowing you are steady,
Magnetic,
And sacred.
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