Terpsichore's Curse
by Lisa Lloyd
My name is Terpsichore. You may have heard of me even though I'm not as popular as I used to be. I'm speaking through one of my incarnations... her name is not important... what matters is that she embodies me, and in doing so does the bidding of my mistress, the great Queen of Heaven - Mighty Venus.
I'm writing because my spirit is weary. I pray that my mistress won't find out, because I know she won't be pleased... I'm supposed to be working under cover... But I see the pain my presence produces... I see hearts torn apart, just so that men can be inspired. (You do remember that I'm one of the muses, don't you? Tsk, tsk. Honestly, education these days!)
The poor vessels she chooses for my embodiment are almost exclusively placed in abusive home environments. I'm not sure why she needs to use the 'meat tenderizer' approach every time, but I guess that her proven track record justifies the method. These female children spend more time out of their bodies than inside them growing up, making aquintance with all the spirits they will later receive help from to charm the men that need inspiring.
As girls and young women they self-soothe through reading and writing poetry, dancing, singing and spending time in nature. This is how I am nourished and slowly blossom so that I can begin charming men in need of a muse.
Century after century, I've seen these women waste away... giving their very essence to inspire the men they love, and their return has always been meagre. After all, true love only comes so close to 'You make me feel so alive,' or 'I don't know what it is about you, but you truly get me,' or 'I'm never going to leave my wife for you, but you know that you are the only one who really inspires me...'
I don't think it's fair. I know full well that I'm about to perform an act of rebellion, and have no doubt whatsoever that I will be punished for it, but I just cannot stand by and watch the abuse of these tormented poor female souls any more.
Listen closely now, beloved slave of the Arts, you can be free from my curse... and by freeing yourself you will make my existence less tedious. You have know idea how boring it gets to listen to grown women cry after a couple of millenia. There is a crux however - there is a man involved... the one who loves you for YOU and not for how you make him feel. You must find him, and you must start by refusing the men who only hang around because of how you make them feel. Only then will you be free to see the homing beacon of your true love. I will stay close to you and guide you until you see it...
When you are united with him, a hidden blessing will be bestowed upon him as well. He will no longer be making love to a slave of the Arts but to the Great Goddess herself, and thus will be made a God. This is why Venus wanted to keep her secret. She likes to control men... She prefers them to be puppets on her strings... not co-creators with Nature. It's her way of punishing them for how they rape and exploit nature, for the eye-sores that men call architecture, for how they poison her oceans... but also because she was once scorned by a mortal man... Oh yes, she never forgave and forgot. Men have to redeem themselves. They have to surrender to love. Only then will they know their true power.
Yes, I'm aware that the success of my plan would make me jobless, but I would be free to move on to greater things... I might visit another universe and see what it's like to be a nebula there... or I might study the transformation of carbon atoms into the crystalline structure of a diamond... Anything beats watching another heart torn asunder by a woman who gives her all to a man who does not love her.
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