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  • Annalisa: The Intelligent Italian Muse Who Shines Beyond the Stage with poetry by Eve, a fan

    (Famous Italian Singer, Brilliant in Glow and Intelligence)

    An Intelligent Muse
    is without a doubt more powerful,
    for beauty is common,
    you find it on every corner,
    and you forget it, even if you don’t believe it.

    Intelligence is far rarer;
    it isn’t harvested without effort,
    you can’t put makeup on the brain,
    there’s no surgery that works there,
    and those wrinkles are sacred.

    A woman who’s brilliant and beautiful
    possesses a rare kind of power:
    her face might sell
    but the mind is the flame
    that turns a muse
    into a confident woman
    without selling herself.

    And what is the algorithm
    of this Italian muse?
    First, she was intelligent;
    first came her schooling,
    first she studied for decades,
    and as an adult, her famous
    singing career blossomed.

    Today I introduce you to Annalisa,
    an Italian singer-songwriter
    with a soft, enchanting voice
    and powerful writing.
    Annalisa easily turns
    a listener into a lifelong fan.
    Annalisa
    (Famosa Cantante Italiana brillante de brillo e inteligencia)

    Una musa inteligente
    sin dudas es más potente,
    pues la belleza es comĂşn,
    en cada esquina la encuentras
    y la olvidas aunque no lo creas.

    La inteligencia es más rara;
    no se cosecha sin ganas,
    no se maquilla el cerebro,
    ahĂ­ no hay cirugĂ­a que valga
    y esas arrugas son sagradas.

    Una dama inteligente y bella
    posee un poder escaso:
    puede que venda la cara,
    pero el cerebro es la llama
    que hace a una musa
    confidente sin venderse.

    ¿Y cuál es el algoritmo
    de esta musa italiana?
    Primero fue inteligente,
    primero vino su escuela,
    primero estudió por décadas,
    y de adulta esta famosa carrera
    de cantante floreciĂł.

    Hoy te presento a Annalisa,
    italiana cantautora de voz suave
    que enamora, y de escritura potente.
    Annalisa fácilmente convierte
    a un oyente en fan para siempre.

    There are muses who dazzle with lights, sequins, and legs that seem endless, the magic of the stage, the dance of Italian fashion, the sparkle of modern pop. But sometimes a muse appears who illuminates with something deeper: a sharp mind, disciplined and surprisingly brilliant.

    That muse is Annalisa.

    I had to write a poem for her. I had no choice: when an artist inspires you this strongly, your hands write on their own.

    My poem was born from the eternal contrast between beauty and intelligence, an age-old question that Annalisa answers every day without saying a single word:
    “Intelligence is far rarer; it isn’t harvested without effort.”

    And it’s true. Beauty can be found on every corner, but intelligence… intelligence must be cultivated, fed, nurtured. In the wrinkled brain, in the ideas that mature over years of study. It is said (half in jest, half scientifically) that the more wrinkled the brain, the more powerful it is. Annalisa is living proof of that.

    The Muse Who Studied First, Then Shone

    One of the most inspiring things about her is her unconventional path.
    Before singing, before becoming an icon, before filling stadiums…
    she studied.

    She studied music from the age of 8. She studied physics. She finished university before entering the world of entertainment. Her secret is no mystery:
    first, she was intelligent.
    first came her schooling.
    first she studied for decades.

    Only then did her famous career blossom.

    The Face Might Sell, But the Mind Is the Flame

    In my poem I wrote:

    “Her face might sell,
    but the mind is the flame
    that turns a muse
    into a confident woman
    without selling herself.”

    And Annalisa is exactly that image.
    Yes, she’s beautiful, sparkling, radiant, elegant in a way only an Italian can be. Yes, she has that style that could command a Milan runway. Yes, her legs seem infinite (and the cameras know it).

    But her fire doesn’t come from that.

    Her fire comes from a powerful, analytical, creative mind.
    From intense, poetic, sometimes dark but always complex lyrics.
    From songs that are almost tongue-twisters, intricate, clever, filled with imagery and metaphors few modern artists dare to use.
    From a musical sensitivity that is built, not improvised.

    That’s why anyone who listens even once…
    becomes a lifelong fan.

    Beyond Music: An Inspirational Role Model

    In a world that rewards speed, ease, and appearances, Annalisa is a precious reminder of something simple:

    Discipline is still sexy.
    Intelligence is still revolutionary.
    Creativity is still power.

    She shows that it’s possible to be brilliant without selling out, beautiful without losing depth, and artistic without sacrificing intellect.

    For me, Annalisa didn’t just replace (lol, almost) my beloved Laura Pausini.
    Let’s say now they’re both up there, reigning together like two Italian queens of different universes.

    And I, who grew up among poetry and ancient myths, couldn’t help but see her for what she is:
    a modern muse.

    An intelligent muse.

    A muse who inspires you to study, to create, to think, to write.
    A muse who proves that the mind will always be the greatest beauty.

    Listen. Let Yourself Be Transformed.

    I present to you Annalisa, the Italian singer-songwriter who enchants with softness and strikes with her lyrics like thunder.

    Una musa intelligente
    senza dubbio è più potente,
    perché la bellezza è comune:
    la trovi in ogni angolo
    e la dimentichi, anche se non ci credi.

    L’intelligenza è più rara;
    non si raccoglie senza voglia,
    non si trucca il cervello,
    lì non c’è chirurgia che valga
    e quelle rughe sono sacre.

    Una donna intelligente e bella
    possiede un potere raro:
    forse è il suo volto che vende,
    ma il cervello è la fiamma
    che fa di una musa
    una donna sicura di sé,
    che non si vende.

    E qual è l’algoritmo
    di questa musa italiana?
    Prima fu intelligente,
    prima venne la sua scuola,
    prima studiò per decenni,
    e da adulta questa carriera famosa
    di cantante è fiorita.

    Oggi ti presento Annalisa,
    cantautrice italiana dalla voce dolce
    che incanta, e dalla scrittura potente.
    Annalisa facilmente trasforma
    un ascoltatore in un fan per sempre.

    Get ready:
    it only takes one song.
    Just one.
    And the muse works her magic.

    You knew that the root of the word music was in muse, right?

    ~ Eve

  • The Greek Gods: More Than Just Myths and Marble

    Greek Aphrodite or Roman Venus

    On Patreon I tell you what I learn about the goddesses, and I share secrets I have heard from Aphrodite.

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    The Greek Gods: More Than Just Myths and Marble

    When we hear names like Zeus, Athena, or Apollo, we often picture majestic marble statues or dramatic scenes from movies. But for the ancient Greeks, these gods were the fundamental forces that shaped their world, their culture, and their understanding of life itself. They were a complex family of immortals, each with their own domain, personality, and flaws, reflecting the full spectrum of human experience.

    Today, we’re starting a journey to meet the Olympians, the divine rulers who called Mount Olympus their home.

    Where Did the Gods Come From? It All Started with Chaos

    Before the familiar gods of Olympus, there was only Chaos.

    From Chaos emerged the first primordial deities, including Gaia (Earth) and Ouranos (Sky). Their union created the Titans, the first rulers of the cosmos.

    The most important Titan, Cronus, overthrew his father Ouranos. Fearing a prophecy that he too would be overthrown by his own child, Cronus swallowed each of his children at birth. His wife, Rhea, desperate to save her youngest, Zeus, tricked Cronus by giving him a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes. The infant Zeus was hidden away and raised in secret.

    When he came of age, Zeus forced Cronus to disgorge his siblings: Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, and Poseidon. What followed was a cataclysmic war known as the Titanomachy, where Zeus and his siblings fought the Titans for supremacy. Victorious, the three brothers drew lots to divide the world:

    • Zeus: King of the Gods and ruler of the Sky.
    • Poseidon: God of the Seas, Earthquakes, and Horses.
    • Hades: God of the Underworld and ruler of the Dead.

    With the cosmos divided, a new era began, the age of the Olympian Gods.


    Want to Dive Deeper? Here are some excellent resources for further research:

    • Theoi Greek Mythology: An extensive and meticulously researched resource on the gods, spirits, and creatures of Greek mythology, complete with original texts.
    • Harvard’s Center for Hellenic Studies, Classical Mythology: Offers translations of primary sources and scholarly articles.
    • Mythopedia – Greek Gods: A user-friendly encyclopedia with great summaries and family trees.
    • Book: “Mythology: Timeless Tales of Gods and Heroes” by Edith Hamilton: The classic introductory text that has captivated readers for generations.

    Let me know in the comments which god or goddess you’re most excited to learn more about!

    Read the entire article on Patreon:

    On Patreon I tell you what I learn about the goddesses, and I share secrets I have heard from Aphrodite.

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    Eve

  • Persephone Messages as she Descends Into the Underworld. Intuitive Messages.

    The air turns cool, the leaves begin their golden fall, and the veil of the world grows thin. This is the season when Persephone descends into the Underworld: not as a victim, but as a queen returning to her throne. Her story is one of cycles: light and dark, innocence and wisdom, life and death and she invites us to walk beside her as we, too, turn inward for the winter.

    Persephone’s descent is not an ending: it is a transformation. When she steps beneath the earth, the world above grows quiet so that we can listen. She teaches that every soul must descend at times to face what lies beneath the surface, to find beauty even in shadow, to trust that spring will return.

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    Below are 8 messages from Persephone, to guide your spirit as the world slips into the deep stillness of the dark months.

    1. The Descent Is Sacred

    Do not fear your descent (the moments when life feels quiet, uncertain, or heavy). Every cycle of growth begins in darkness: like a seed beneath the soil.

    2. You Are Both Light and Shadow

    You are not meant to choose between the two. Balance is found in embracing both the radiance and the mystery within you.

    3. Transformation Is Not Gentle

    Growth often asks for surrender. When you feel undone, remember that you are being reshaped into something stronger.

    4. Rest Is a Ritual

    Nature rests now: so must you. Stillness is not laziness, it is preparation. The body and soul both need time to regenerate.

    5. Remember Your Power

    In myth, Persephone returns each year crowned as Queen. Let that remind you: what once felt like loss can become sovereignty when you own your story.

    6. Honor the Ancestors

    This is the time to speak their names (to remember where you come from, to let gratitude heal what history has broken).

    7. The Darkness Is a Teacher

    Do not run from it. The shadows you face are not punishments; they are invitations to wisdom.

    8. Spring Awaits, But Not Yet. First, we must face the cold snow.

    Be patient. The seeds of your renewal are growing quietly beneath the surface. Trust that your light will rise again in its own perfect time.

    As Persephone descends, so do we: into reflection, into silence, into depth. This is the season to honor endings and embrace stillness, to let go of what no longer serves and prepare for what will bloom again.

    Light your candle, whisper her name, and remember: descent is not defeat. It is initiation.

    This comes from TikTok. Follow my channel @evelovestar called Goddesses & Sirens

    Thank you for being here,

    I appreciate your support,

    Eve


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  • 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.

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    Thank you for reading,

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

    Eve

  • To be human is to judge. Poetic Journal

    Siren Chants poem, journal below.

    Dear lovestar,

    I cycle back to beloved activities, so I land now again at the feet of journaling and please forgive me for staying away for so long.

    I used my voice recorder to record a huge recording and using the awesome tech of speech to text, I present to you, my new journal page for more conformation of my crazy, I created this as a huge spoken word poem type of creation.

    Journal Entry ~ To Be Human is to Judge

    Today I sat with myself and all the noise in my head.
    I keep circling the same question:

    To be human is to judge.
    How do I know?
    How do I know what’s underneath what I feel?
    How do I know when I’m facing the real problem… or when I’m completely wrong?
    When am I mistaken, when is my mind a wreck, when did I misunderstand something crucial?
    And how do I know if what I feel is truly mine or something borrowed from others, leaking into me?

    I don’t know what it was, but I felt something and let it win.

    I exist in this mess of thoughts, in this strange chaos where nothing feels solid.
    At my best, I’m still a mess.
    I wonder: do I need a doctor, do I need rest, do I need a psychiatrist or simply a bed?
    How will I know for real when what’s coming is death when every other day feels like dying already?

    For now, this is how I live.
    I’m learning and growing, trying to crawl out of it somehow.
    I don’t choose to create from a sad state, but what else can I do except what I know?
    I learn as I go. I grow.

    The future feels like a puzzle I can’t solve.
    When it comes, it’s just another “now.”
    The present turns into the past, the future arrives as the present, and the tongue-twister never ends.
    So I judge the past with today’s awareness, knowing that in the future I’ll judge today just as harshly.
    Will I call my present mistakes failures later? Most likely.

    And it’s not just my fate: it’s humanity’s mess.
    Some of us make it, some of us never had the chance.
    Maybe judgment itself is the source of unease.
    Maybe acceptance of my human mess is the only way to relax.

    I try. I really do.
    But sometimes I break under the weight of my own expectations.
    Sometimes I lose my calm, collapse under pressure, and throw everything away.
    It makes me wonder if failure itself is proof that I’m human.

    Words are all I have to bear it.
    Confusion, too, is a strange comfort, it’s a place I can stand when I don’t know how to feel or what to say.
    Maybe I’ll always feel like I’m not enough, unworthy, unwell.
    But speaking helps. Writing helps.

    I don’t write this for anyone else, not for validation, not to be understood.
    Still, I know that sometimes my words carry the weight of feelings others have too.
    If you’ve ever felt alone in confusion, you’re not alone.
    If you’ve ever struggled with judgment, both of yourself and others, you’re not alone.

    Because to be human is to err.
    And to be human is to judge.

    The poem is extremely long, read the entire thing for free here:

    Or read this cool poem instead:

    I have new Sappho poems to share, and I updated my Sappho eBook.

    I’m still thinking,

    Eve

  • Ode to Sappho – I Updated the Free eBook. Part 1

    https://payhip.com/b/6Tjxz

    Dear Lovestar,

    I have many years of writing and thus, I have a lot of writings. Since I cycle topics, I had many new Sappho poems and I know I will have more. Since I have a new shop and I am uploading many free gifts such as my free poetry collections, I added my new Sappho poetry to my old eBook. I also did minor edits, added some features, upgraded the design, added decorations, and more.

    I have uploaded the free Ode to Sappho eBook to my new Payhip shop. If you are a fan of Sappho, read it and tell me what you think. On this eBook, I discuss my belief, that Sappho is the mother of love songs and that we are still under her poetic influence.

    Though you can download this PDF for free, you can pay what you want if you would like to support this blog and our new shop.

    Let me know what other ancient voices you want to hear, though Sappho is one of a kind. I have been preparing to write about Hecate.

    I would love to know what you think about this eBook, and I will be sharing the Sappho poems soon.

    Ode to Sappho, Free eBook

    https://payhip.com/b/6Tjxz

    In the hallowed halls of history, one voice dared to sing of a different truth. A voice that was meant to be silenced, yet whose echo has grown only stronger across millennia. Sappho of Lesbos, the Tenth Muse, gave language to the sacred depths of the feminine heart, to love that dared not speak its name, and to a passion that defied the confines of her time.

    Her world was one of fragments, scorched papyrus and whispered verses, but her spirit is an unbroken flame.

    Download for free on Payhip and follow my new shop for some support. I will soon add my This is Pisces Poetry free poetry collection, so return for more free reads, additionally, I have a free journal and I have other free poetry collections I will be adding with some time (because I am too busy right now and I apologize but I do not have any more time than this at the moment.)

    My new Payhip shop (where you can download the Sappho eBook for free) is dedicated to tending that ancient flame of the poetess.

    Here, we channel the raw emotion, divine beauty, and defiant spirit of Sappho and the divine feminine into creations that bridge the ancient and the modern. Every offering and free gift is more than a product; it is an artifact of a continued legacy and also goddess inspired.

    The Sappho eBook is an invitation to connect with a history of powerful ancient feminine voices, to find solace in shared emotion, and to carry a touch of the sacred feminine with you.

    Your Support is More Than a Purchase, It’s a Patronage of a Legacy.

    When you choose to support this shop, you do not merely acquire a beautiful eBook. You become part of a story that began over two thousand years ago on the shores of Lesbos that I am only too happy to be able to connect to and get inspired from. You can also support my shop by downloading one of our free eBooks, this Sappho one I will one day turn into a real book so I can have the real book, paging through it would be magical.

    You help ensure that the voices of the past are not forgotten, and that their lessons of love, courage, and artistic expression continue to resonate. You allow a modern artist to continue the timeless work of giving form to feeling and voice to the voiceless.

    Explore Eve’s Shop through this link:

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    • In-Depth Guides & Poetry Collections: Go deeper into the world of the ancients and the goddess with curated poetry collections.
    • Offerings dedicated to the celebration of the goddesses, and the enduring power of the feminine spirit.
    • Free eBooks and journals.
    • A blog that you can read and follow for free. Maybe I will use that blog purely for fictional readings and myth retellings such as poetry, stories, etc.

    Thank you for your support. It means the world to this small shop, and to the eternal legacy we are honored to celebrate.

    I will hold my book in my hands, this is a visual I got since childhood and I cannot stop what I do, especially now that I work for Aphrodite, but if you like my writings, then I appreciate you and may the goddess bless you.

    Download for free today and then browse my shop,

    https://payhip.com/b/6Tjxz

    Tell me what you liked,

    Eve

  • Temple of Aphrodite ~What would happen in Her Temple? I tell you what I saw

    Temple of Aphrodite poem ~ this poem inspired the Temple of Aphrodite multiple chapter story. Written by Eve Lovestar, inspired by her muse Aphrodite, designed on Canva with a Canva background of a maiden’s column temple ruins. I thought this image very fitting to be a Temple of Aphrodite. I have to find images of the actual Temple of Aphrodite ruins.

    The events described on my Temple of Aphrodite story describe the long form of this poem in a lot less crude manner.

    I have a secret-ish Patreon channel I have been working on for some time where I share my secret poetry and articles. I will be releasing my Temple of Aphrodite story here:

    https://www.patreon.com/c/HerTemple Read on Patreon (including free articles and secret poems) My Patreon channel is called Temple of Aphrodite.

    I wrote a very complex, long, and cool (secret) Temple of Aphrodite story. It is still unreleased (I write so much using speech to text tools and because muses tell me these stories and poems, included Aphrodite. I know I must include Aphrodite in my brand-new Persephone story.

    I can see the Persephone story going in two directions, a general retelling of the myth as well as something darker and more interesting for those of us who are tired of “normal” romance who can handle the intensity of intimacy in the underworld. The second story will be in Patreon eventually.

    You could imagine that the Temple of Aphrodite story is quite interesting and secret for a reason. The story imagines the events that might have happened in a Temple of Aphrodite and explain their magic rituals in detail: the main characters are priestesses, the priest, and the temple guard.

    Aphrodite stars in the story with her high priestess and priest.

    I will be telling you more about it on Patreon only because it is not for everyone.

    If you are not curious about what I saw happening in the ancient Temple of Aphrodite, then do not click on this link that would take you to my Temple of Aphrodite channel where you would experience and alternate world where love and other lovely activities manifest magic.

    https://www.patreon.com/c/HerTemple

    Fated Love ~ Divine Love (Twin Flame vibe)

    Historical Romantasy ~ Goddess and female power figures

    For mature and open-minded audiences only

    Inspired by Aphrodite

    Written by Eve Lovestar

  • 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

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    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

  • Lion’s Gate Portal – Temple o Aphrodite

    Dear Lovestar,

    The Lion’s Gate is the yearly reminder of spiritual work for me. As spiritual as I am, in my busy daily life, I completely neglect my spiritual work because I am so caught up in my arts and the books I am writing.

    Then the Lion’s Gate portal opens and no matter how busy I am, things start to happen that are so mysterious that they are unexplainable, strange synchronicities, much needed healing, the deepening of union right on time, and finally, the spirit talk.

    It was during the Lion’s Gate that I returned to spirit, that I first connected to spirit, and more. To me it signifies Union, but that is unique to me and my beloved.

    This time around I am talking to Aphrodite. She married my soul to my lover’s previously. I got into a fight with my man, and I was surprisingly mad at him (we have made up since big time, but Aphrodite talked to me and said:

    Aphrodite said,
    nice try. Good girl!
    Enjoyed your game?
    You cannot leave him,
    what fun, but reminder,
    I married your souls that night
    and you are bound for life.
    The end.

    And I gave up my anger.

    Writing a Temple of Aphrodite Story

    During the season, I have been writing a secret book, a different one than my Siren Chants super long-term book project, my romantasy book.

    If you notice the trend is I am writing Aphrodite in everything I can. She wants to be on social media going viral and I got the cell phone.

    But the truth is that even though I also write historical fiction, romance, and romantasy, Aphrodite, my muse is real.

    I have been writing an adorable siren romance story since March but at once I stopped thinking about fantasy and turned my romance to antiquity and at once I created a story where Aphrodite interacts with her priests and priestesses.

    Temple of Aphrodite

    I have an amazing Temple of Aphrodite poem.

    It is natural that I would write about this sacred space and not surprisingly during the Lion’s Gate, I am creating magical chants for Aphrodite.

    I will soon share more about this project; however, it will be in a book, it is not meant to be discussed everywhere/ This is a sensitive topic also.

    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

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