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  • Full Moon Goddess Messages – Jan 3rd – Selene

    Beloved, for this January 3 Full Moon in Cancer, Selene is moving close, asking you to let your heart be cradled instead of constantly holding everything together for everyone else.

    Tonight’s Full Moon in Cancer is a Selene moon: soft, tender, mothering, and fiercely protective of your emotional body. This is the kind of moon that brings everything up to the surface, not to overwhelm you, but to finally be soothed.

    Here is your free Full Moon Goddess Message from Selene:

    “Beloved, put the weight down for a moment. You are not failing because you are tired; you are tired because you have carried too much alone. Under this Cancer full moon, you are allowed to rest in my light like a child in safe arms. Breathe. The to‑do lists, the roles, the expectations can wait while your heart remembers what softness feels like.

    You do not have to earn my presence. You do not have to be ‘caught up’ to be worthy of comfort. Right now, your only task is this: exhale what you have been holding in your chest for weeks and let the tears or the silence come. I am here for all of it.”

    If this message lands for you, place a hand on your heart, take three slow breaths, and whisper: “Selene, please hold me while I rest.” That alone can be your ritual tonight.

    Premium Full Moon Goddess Message

    https://ko-fi.com/post/Full-Moon-Goddess-Messages–Jan-3rd–Selene-X8X61RLBBH

    Come closer, moon‑child. Your nervous system has been operating in survival mode for so long that calm feels suspicious. You keep telling yourself, ‘Once things slow down, I’ll rest,’ but the truth is, you’ve been building a life that never slows down. Your inner tides are begging you to stop treating rest like a reward and start treating it like oxygen.

    Under this Cancer full moon, I am not asking you to fix your entire life. I am asking you to tell yourself the truth: where are you abandoning your own needs in order to keep the peace? Where do you tuck your emotions away so no one else is ‘inconvenienced’ by your humanity?

    Your body remembers every time you pushed past your limits. The headaches, the tight shoulders, the late‑night scrolling, the numbness, these are not random. They are love letters from your cells, saying: ‘We cannot live like this forever.’

    Tonight, I invite you into a different kind of devotion.

    Place one hand on your heart and one on your belly. Feel where your breath stops. Let it deepen slowly, without force. Then ask:

    Where do I need mothering in my own life? What kind of care do I always give others but never allow myself?

    Do not rush to fix the answers. Simply let them be seen in my light.

    (Read the entire premium message through the link)

    https://ko-fi.com/post/Full-Moon-Goddess-Messages–Jan-3rd–Selene-X8X61RLBBH

    Eve

  • Siren Chants Poems and Themes of Spirituality & Feminine Empowerment. Book newsletter.

    Dear Lovestar,

    Allow me to tell you about my book by speaking of the themes behind it. Please tell me what you think. Any feedback will be considered and useful.

    Follow my book newsletter through this link:

    https://sirenchants.substack.com/

    Also thank you to those who subscribed to my book newsletter, to my beta readers, and my everyday supporters, you mean the world to me.Thank you.

    What if a book could sing you into another world? Siren Chants is not poetry, it’s a spell, a tide that pulls you under and leaves you breathless. Blending goddess whispers, siren lore, and the raw ache of romance, this collection dances between the mystical and something mysteriously beyond explaining, between mythic seas and human hearts. Every page is a wave, carrying secrets, longing, and the shimmer of something otherworldly.

    I let myself be enchanted, because once you hear the siren’s call, you can’t not desire it anymore.

    “This beach is where I found my peace” carries a layered symbolism that blends the personal with the mythical.

    The beach in my poem is not only a physical place but also a spiritual threshold, the liminal ground where land meets ocean. By finding peace on the shore, I express a state of balance, rooted in earth but touched by the pull of the sea.

    The “siren” represents both a mythical being and a reflection of myself or an inner muse. Her return to the sea can be seen as a homecoming, a surrender to her true element, her essence. It suggests freedom, authenticity, and the natural cycle of going back to where one belongs.

    The image of a “sea current connecting her home” deepens the meaning. The currents are unseen forces, destiny, intuition, love, or spiritual energy that guide the siren back. In this sense, the current is like the flow of life, something we cannot resist but must trust.

    Altogether, the poem can be read as a metaphor for inner peace: you find serenity not by holding on but by allowing the siren, the muse, or the soul itself to flow back into its natural waters, trusting that the currents of life know the way home.

    Siren Chants captures the paradox of beauty, power, and danger that women often face, using the myth of the siren as a metaphor.

    The siren is described as fierce and bold, qualities that set her apart from ordinary humans. She embodies freedom, her voice, her presence, her allure cannot be owned or controlled. Yet, because she is so striking and magnetic, others attempt to claim her, to reduce her to something they can possess. This echoes how women who are beautiful, confident, or radiant are often pursued, not for their full humanity, but as objects of desire.

    But the poem also acknowledges the darker side of being seen this way. Just as sailors and fishermen are drawn to sirens, often to their doom, the siren herself becomes a target, hunted, hated, or endangered by those who cannot accept her freedom. The “silly human” who chooses to hear her song represents society’s fascination with beauty and femininity, but also its tendency to punish women for the very qualities it craves.

    So, the poem is ultimately a reclamation. The siren isn’t dangerous because she wants to be, she’s dangerous because she refuses to be diminished. She is bold enough to live outside of others’ control, even when it means facing unwanted attention, envy, or threats. In this sense, these lines turn the stereotype of the “dangerous woman” inside out: it’s not her beauty that is the problem, but the world’s inability to let her be free.

    This is the opening of my beloved book Siren Chants. The free chapter is downloadable on my payhip shop:

    https://payhip.com/b/HZkBc

    This short poem works as a powerful metaphor for union, identity, and belonging.

    When I wrote, “The sea is my lover, I am its siren,” the relationship between the speaker and the sea is not literal, but symbolic. The sea becomes a stand-in for everything vast, eternal, mysterious, and deeply emotional, like love itself, or even life itself, or spirit and the universe. Calling it “my lover” suggests intimacy, devotion, and surrender; it’s not just a place, but a partner.

    The line “I am its siren” flips the perspective: the speaker is no longer separate from the sea but an extension of it, a voice within it. As a siren, she represents allure, creativity, independence, and danger. To be “its siren” means she belongs to the sea in the way a song belongs to a singer, it flows through her, and she gives it form.

    So at its core, this poem is a metaphor for a woman (or soul) finding her truest identity in relationship with something infinite and uncontainable. The sea here symbolizes passion, freedom, inspiration, spirit, or even the unconscious mind. By claiming to be the sea’s siren, the speaker embraces her role as both a child of the sea and its voice, a being inseparable from her source of strength.

    It’s a love poem, but not to a person, it’s to the boundless force that defines and sustains her.

    Follow my book newsletter through this link:

    https://sirenchants.substack.com/

    Thank you for reading,

    I have been planning lots of new content to share with you,

    Eve

  • Siren Chants – Her Chant Charms (book). Deeper Meanings:

    Dear lovestar,

    Read the entire excerpt of chapter 1, inspired by this cool poem in my previous post:

    Siren Chants – Her Chant Charms. Chapter 1. Creation Myth: Aphrodite

    On the Story’s Deeper Meaning and Importance

    This is more than a fantasy about a mermaid. It is a creation myth for the creative spirit itself. It articulates a profound and deeply personal journey:

    1. It is an Origin Story for Consciousness.
    The narrative begins not with a bang, but with an ache or a “need for love.” This is the most primal state of being: awareness before thought, potential before action. The rock represents a blank slate, the self before it knows itself. The emergence of the “blue foam” is the birth of imagination and feeling from the void of unawareness. It charts the evolution from nothingness to need, from need to potential, from potential to magic, and from magic to conscious intention. This is a metaphor for the awakening of an artist’s soul, or any human becoming aware of their own power to shape their world. It can be you, the reader, too.

    2. It Frames Love as the Fundamental Creative Force.
    The story posits love not as a mere emotion, but as the universe’s fundamental architect. “Love is a great creator.” It is the catalyst that transforms inert potential into vibrant reality. This reframes the creative act, whether writing a poem, building a business, or raising a child, as an act of love. The siren is not just a magical being she is the literal embodiment and daughter of that creative love. Her purpose is to “protect, create, and sing magic” into existence. This assigns a sacred, divine purpose to the artist and the nurturer.

    If you are not into Love (why would you read a blog about Love? but just in case), you might simply exchange the word love (so corny, I know) for the word desire or an alternate word. This story was inspired by Aphrodite, and she is the goddess of both, however, this story will be completely vanilla, for family audiences, kind of story. For something charged, visit my Temple of Aphrodite Patreon channel. There, an insane but magnificent novel is also being born, not of a siren but of the events I assume unfolded in Temples of Aphrodite, though I am definitely romanticizing it.

    3. It is a Powerful Allegory for the Artist’s Plight.
    The siren’s journey is the journey of every creator, every sensitive soul, every person who has ever dared to bring something beautiful and true into the world.

    • Her Song: Her unique voice, her art, her perspective.
    • Those Who Fear Her Power: The forces of conformity, criticism, insecurity, and fear that seek to silence authentic expression. They “chain” what they do not understand.
    • The Cold Iron: The harsh, crushing weight of practicality, cynicism, and rejection that feels antithetical to the delicate, magical nature of creation.
    • Reclaiming Her Voice: The essential, non-negotiable journey of healing, defiance, and self-reclamation that every artist must undergo to create again after being wounded.

    The prophecy of her capture is not just a plot point; it is a tragic inevitability in a world that often fears powerful beauty and authentic emotion. Her struggle is our struggle.

    4. It Offers a Mythology of Resilience and Return.
    The core message is not one of victimhood, but of inherent, un-killable power. “She was born to be powerful.” The chains are only “for a time.” This is a critical narrative of hope. It tells us that the silencing is temporary, that the core, magical self cannot be destroyed, only hidden. The promise to “break her chains,” “sing again,” and “reclaim her voice” is a rallying cry for anyone who has ever been metaphorically (or literally) silenced. It is a story that doesn’t just acknowledge pain; it guarantees a comeback.

    In essence, “Siren Chants” is a vital story for our time. In an era of noise, disconnection, and fear, it returns to the most ancient and essential truths:

    • That our deepest need is for love.
    • That our voice is our power.
    • That creating beauty is a sacred task.
    • That those who fear this power will try to chain it.
    • And that, ultimately, love and creation are forces too powerful to remain captive forever.

    It is a myth that doesn’t just want to be read; it wants to be felt and recognized within the reader’s own soul. It holds up a mirror and says: You, too, are born of magic and love. You, too, have a song that someone tried to silence. And you, too, were born to be powerful. This is its greatest importance.

    I did not intend for this book to be a feminine takes on the patriarchy book, it just so happens that kings are male and sirens are female.

    Eve

  • Siren Chants – Her Chant Charms. Chapter 1. Creation Myth: Aphrodite

    Dear Lovestar,

    This poem inspired the creation myth for my Siren Chants story.

    I changed the myth, in the final product, Aphrodite is an energy, a singing foam with consciousness and intention, rather than a goddess on a throne. I still love this original inspiration and I will keep it forever.

    I might redesign the story to look like the original one.

    Here is the excerpt of chapter 1

    Siren Chants ~ Her Chant Charms

    Aphrodite’s Daughter

    The Origin Story of a Captive Siren by Eve Lovestar

    In the beginning, there was a rock.

    This was an alternate world,

    set back in a time so ancient

    that time itself had not been invented yet.

    Nothing was on it,

    There was nothing except a mindless, silent rock.

    On this rock, there was only a great, aching need for love.

    Love is a great creator.

    This world lacked animals and vegetation.

    Thus, it lacked the growth that love brings.

    But there was potential. Potential grew and became infinite.

    Where the need for love meets infinite potential,

    mystery and magic are born.

    From this fertile absence, a blue foam emerged.

    It simply existed

    for what we might call an eternity,

    though no time ticked in that place.

    The foam began small

    but grew vast and thick

    until it covered the entire rock.

    And this foam was magic.

    From the foam came sound.

    Not loud, not sharp,

    but the tiniest whisper of transformation.

    Love gave birth to sound.

    Sound gave shape to love.

    This sound became another layer of the foam,

    a foam of music.

    And from this musical foam,

    all things on that rock would be created.

    This foam, which I have named Aphrodite,

    grew stronger over eternities,

    until it developed a consciousness.

    The first of its kind.

    It stretched across the land,

    created blue skies, humid winds, and wet earth.

    And as it deepened in self-awareness,

    it developed one thing: intention.

    It decided to create.

    And with that decision, Aphrodite became

    a power, a force, a presence,

    without a body, but full of divine magic.

    She created flowers and beasts,

    enchanted sounds and sacred objects,

    spells and rhythms and movement.

    And yet, it all became too much.

    She was everywhere

    and nowhere.

    She needed a form to hold the power,

    to protect the love,

    to shape the magic.

    So she manifested a daughter.

    A being to hold her legacy.

    To walk in form.

    To protect, create, and sing magic.

    A siren.

    Immortal, beautiful, powerful,

    more than any physical being on Earth.

    And so, after much preparation,

    a baby siren was born.

    Tiny and breathtaking.

    She had a glimmering purple tail,

    with shimmers and pearls embedded in her scales,

    scales like living treasure.

    Her beauty was unlike anything known in the human world.

    She was celestial, enchanted, alive.

    And when she was born,

    the most beautiful song was sung into existence.

    Cradled in her mother’s music the baby was born.

    Aphrodite manifested within the foam a sacred place:

    Aphrodite’s Cave.

    A cave of magic and memory,

    filled with ancient water,

    a mysterious arroyo,

    and all of Aphrodite’s tools.

    Within the cave was infinite possibility.

    The cave echoed with music.

    It danced with sound.

    And in it, Aphrodite placed

    her deepest knowledge and power.

    She gave the siren a library,

    but not like ours,

    a library of pearls and glowing stones,

    each carrying wisdom, memory, and magic.

    This was to be the siren’s task:

    to protect the magic,

    to create beauty,

    to learn and preserve

    the sacred knowledge of the realm.

    But this is only the beginning.

    For the siren, though born of magic and love,

    will one day be chained.

    She will be captured,

    imprisoned by those who fear her power.

    Her wrists bound to cold iron.

    Her song silenced.

    Her freedom stolen.

    But only for a time.

    For she is no ordinary mermaid.

    She is the siren of Love,

    and she was born to be powerful.

    To break her chains.

    To sing again.

    To fall in love,

    and reclaim her voice.

    (…)

    Excerpt of Siren Chants

    The story is developing, and details will change as needed

    Follow the story on Tiktok Goddesses and Sirens by Eve Lovestar

    Facebook page for only siren and mermaid content

    and X @evelovestar #SirenChants

    Eve Lovestar (Eve Sanchez)

    2025

    If you copy this, you are lame! Instead of copying it, let’s talk about your creativity and exercise it until it flourishes, or talk to Aphrodite, she inspired several of my stories.

    I can help with writing tips and tricks.

    Eve

  • Siren Chants ~ Her Chant Charms ~ Aphrodite’s Daughter

    The Origin Story of a Captive Siren by Eve Lovestar

    In the beginning, there was a rock.
    This was an alternate world,
    set back in a time so ancient
    that time itself had not been invented yet.

    Nothing was on it,
    There was nothing except a mindless, silent rock.

    On this rock, there was only a great, aching need for love.

    Love is a great creator.
    This world lacked animals and vegetation.
    Thus, it lacked the growth that love brings.

    But there was potential. Potential grew and became infinite.

    Where the need for love meets infinite potential,
    mystery and magic are born.

    From this fertile absence, a blue foam emerged.
    It simply existed
    for what we might call an eternity,
    though no time ticked in that place.

    The foam began small
    but grew vast and thick
    until it covered the entire rock.

    And this foam was magic.

    From the foam came sound.

    Not loud, not sharp,
    but the tiniest whisper of transformation.

    Love gave birth to sound.
    Sound gave shape to love.

    This sound became another layer of the foam,
    a foam of music.

    And from this musical foam,
    all things on that rock would be created.

    This foam, which I have named Aphrodite,
    grew stronger over eternities,
    until it developed a consciousness.

    The first of its kind.

    It stretched across the land,
    created blue skies, humid winds, and wet earth.
    And as it deepened in self-awareness,
    it developed one thing: intention.

    It decided to create.
    And with that decision, Aphrodite became
    a power, a force, a presence,
    without a body, but full of divine magic.

    She created flowers and beasts,
    enchanted sounds and sacred objects,
    spells and rhythms and movement.

    And yet, it all became too much.

    She was everywhere
    and nowhere.
    She needed a form to hold the power,
    to protect the love,
    to shape the magic.

    So she manifested a daughter.

    A being to hold her legacy.
    To walk in form.
    To protect, create, and sing magic.

    A siren.

    Immortal, beautiful, powerful,
    more than any physical being on Earth.

    And so, after much preparation,
    a baby siren was born.

    Tiny and breathtaking.

    She had a glimmering purple tail,
    with shimmers and pearls embedded in her scales,
    scales like living treasure.

    Her beauty was unlike anything known in the human world.
    She was celestial, enchanted, alive.

    And when she was born,
    the most beautiful song was sung into existence.

    Cradled in her mother’s music the baby was born.
    Aphrodite manifested within the foam a sacred place:

    Aphrodite’s Cave.

    A cave of magic and memory,
    filled with ancient water,
    a mysterious arroyo,
    and all of Aphrodite’s tools.

    Within the cave was infinite possibility.

    The cave echoed with music.
    It danced with sound.
    And in it, Aphrodite placed
    her deepest knowledge and power.

    She gave the siren a library,
    but not like ours,
    a library of pearls and glowing stones,
    each carrying wisdom, memory, and magic.

    This was to be the siren’s task:
    to protect the magic,
    to create beauty,
    to learn and preserve
    the sacred knowledge of the realm.

    But this is only the beginning.

    For the siren, though born of magic and love,
    will one day be chained.

    She will be captured,
    imprisoned by those who fear her power.

    Her wrists bound to cold iron.
    Her song silenced.
    Her freedom stolen.

    But only for a time.

    For she is no ordinary mermaid.
    She is the siren of Love,
    and she was born to be powerful.

    To break her chains.
    To sing again.
    To fall in love,
    and reclaim her voice.

    (…)

    Excerpt of Siren Chants

    The story is developing, and details will change as needed

    Follow the story on Tiktok Goddesses and Sirens by Eve Lovestar

    Facebook (20+) Facebook

    and X @evelovestar #SirenChants

    Download the free PDF and follow Siren Chants on Facebook

    Download the free PDF of this story from Facebook.

    https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1PamtAdkNz

    Eve Lovestar (Eve Sanchez)

    2025

  • My Fantasy Journal ✨️ 😍 💛 Poetry about romance and fantasy and Siren Chants

    The poetry text later

    Love you for your support, and because you tolerate my crazy,

    With love,

    Eve

  • Poetry Journal – My magic and other poems

    You can worship my body
    As the temple
    Of the goddess.
    I kept looking for magic
    in the world
    and missed my own.
    If you want to relate
    to the surface level me,
    you will miss my deep layers
    And the best is within.
    The Underworld (Scorpio Poetry)

    I visit the underworld
    by the hour,
    I leave the world,
    in the darkness 
    get lost,
    then emerge
    renewed.
    Your Sin

    I'm not a sinner
    in your arms,
    I'm the sin!
    Give in....
    The poet
    fills his lungs
    with art
    If you think
    I'm beautiful,
    I'm not grateful:
    You're welcome, though.

    Previous poetry journal

    Eve

  • Siren Chants – Her Chant Charms – Eve Lovestar’s Romantasy book update 1

    Siren Chants is the book I am writing about a captive siren and her story of revenge and Love. Today, I update you on my progress.

    I designed a cover design and used it to create a new profile pic and banner

    Aspiring Authors: All this designing took a few hours and apparently, the book cover is the most important thing.

    I had to finish it because as I talk about the story, I want to have the book cover to share. Also, I am inspired now. I might review it in the future.

    The back cover poem

    I wrote this poem as a promotional piece, but it turned out so perfect that I’ll be using it in the design of the book as in the back cover or first page.

    The Story: Poetic extravaganza references magic and personal power

    Below are bits of the story:

    With the wind on my side
    I swam the murderous tides
    To arrive at the cursed land
    Where the evil king resides.

    The story will be written in verse, of course. Writing prose is not as magical to me.

    These will be revised as they’re first drafts.

    The tide takes me under, depression takes hold
    the moon pulls my waters
    right out of my eyes.

    Brand New Developments

    The siren has a magic musical instrument and several magical artifacts.

    She can communicate with sea animals and works for her mother, Aphrodite.

    Weekly Updates: Follow as the story unfolds

    I will be doing weekly updates (at least). I also update more frequently on the book’s Facebook page and X.

    Support this story

    Follow the Facebook page for this story:

    https://www.facebook.com/share/1641aszYd7/

    On X, I do lives now, some of them having to do with the story, and I share poetry there first.

    https://twitter.com/EveLovestar

    I want to do live TikToks, and I am growing my following for this purpose, need a minimum of 1000.

    @evelovestar

    Authors

    Let’s connect to talk about story writing and book promotions.

    With Love, and light,

    And a tale that enchants,

    Eve

  • Aphrodite Said: I am your mother

    Siren Chants is the story I am writing, which will become my first book.

    In the story, Aphrodite is the mother of the siren.

    However, I do talk to Aphrodite in real life, and this is the message she shared with me: I’m the mother of all.

    Please support this project with a follow or a share.

    Thanks for your time,

    Eve

  • New Pisces Poetry – Dreamy Vampire – Where fantasy meets desire.

    New Pisces Poetry – Dreamy Vampire – Where fantasy meets desire.

    I am a researcher, studying Love and getting little insights of information as poetry. I love this life and one day I will have to tell you about my Love finds in deeper ways than poetry.

    This poem is my epic Dreamy Vampire translated. This poem is heavy with love mystery, can you perceive it?

    Dreamy Vampire – see translation below.

    Dear Lovestar,

    The Spanish one is potent! I mean, learn Spanish! Wow, I am sweating.

    The first two verses are exactly the same. The next two verses are different. The Spanish one translates to:

    "There is no lack
    There is only the sky" 

    (An obvious reference to sex and pleasure)

    The first three verses of the second stanza are different and it closes with the same last line. The second stanza translates like this:
    "He tastes me with his breath,
    His voice, and his fingers.
    I am his food,
    Dreamy vampire."

    So, it appears that only the first two verses of the first stanza and the last verse of the last stanza are the same. But that was the essence of the poem, and all the additional ideas fit.