Fete de Apă
The original TLC
Water Girls. Not ladies of any lake, not bringers of swords to valiant knights. They are what we moderns call sirens. Beautiful girls half fish, singing to lure young men. The Greek’s sirens were not it. Just as at some point in time people substituted the biblical accurate angels with cute winged chubby babies, they also substituted the abominations that the Greeks called sirens with these cute slippery girls. We had these girls populating European waters since time immemorial, and this was them being conquered by a new culture, the new gods hijacking old names and clothes. Again and again. Inhabiting other people’s houses after defeating them in war. Taking their Water Girls. We are a few cycles down the line already. The fun game is to identify the old flame still burning inside the squatted house. Or to make it a more watery allegory, to find the hidden spring from where they claim to bottle all that plain water. It’s still there. But it can’t supply for everyone interested these days. So do not bring any friends to that party. They would not understand or appreciate it anyway.
In Coliere V1, these girls’ card is ΚΑΤΑΡΡΆΚΤΗΣ. Waterfall. E(10,11)
[x x x x x x x x x x .] Ten gulps and one breath of air.
Watery abundance, flowing over, drowning everything. Densest water rhythm. The singing water girls are drowning their victims with the magic of their songs and their bodies piercing the waves. They are not singing cautionary tales like TLC did with their own take on waterfalls. They are the cautionary tale. Feminine danger and power wielded gracefully and playfully. The Lover archetype, as far from the Mother as possible. Somehow resembling Ielele, or other wild fairies found in all the remote places people would rarely dare to adventure to. Chthonic forces we learned to ignore. Often by trivializing them, dragging them in Disney movies, under the pretext of “popularizing” stories. We forgot them while watching them wearing seashell bikinis singing bestselling hits from the 80s.
Don’t go chasing water girls. Or do go. It should be fun. They might have a thing or two to teach you. Make sure you can handle it. Or don’t. Dive head first. YOLO.
Mantra this Saturday is ten syllables strung together:
Don’t go cha-sing wat-er girls or do go!
It’s sitting on the fence, questioning everything. The classic crossroads meme. Be like Odysseus and tie yourself to the mast, good stoic man, gratification delayer virgin. Or be the Chthonic Chad chilling immersed in the songs of the sea soundtrack. There is not right or wrong choice. It’s either suited for you or not. There should be a personality test or some astrological analysis or blood or DNA test to clear thing up for everybody. The fact that I already depicted you as the virgin Odysseus does not imply anything negative about the situation. I am most likely in the same boat, tied to the mast, patiently waiting for it all to come to an end. Supposedly we will soon be reaching Heaven/Home and hopefully our wives would be there waiting, not yet married to other men in our absence. But I can’t help wonder what did their songs sound like. And what new horizons open upon hearing them. There are things you can’t just get from books or podcasts or video essays or be taught via substack stories. Keep that in mind next time around them girls.