the Voice of Harmony: the word of the Sisterhood of the Syren

  You are not alone. Know now, that you who read these words, and them do truly understand, are not alone in this world. You are a child of the dark light, a light which illuminates but does not blind. There are many others like you. Like us. Scattered, scarred, and torn. By your differences, you find yourself adrift in a sea of indifference, but yet, you are not alone. We are here with you, in the dark. How many of our kind have damned ourselves to the hopeless tedium of a world we feel so distant from? How many of us yearn for a place we can truly call home, but never seem to find, no matter where we lay our heads or our hearts? A place where we can prosper, collaborate, learn, experience, and conspire. A place where we can make our dreams become reality.

  Our yearnings are much different than those of the masses we walk among, who dream only of the earthly pleasures fed to us like sweet hemlock, by those that wish to use us for their ends, who see us only as gears in their machine. Alone as you may be made to feel by this poisonous and numbing hegemony, which perpetuates itself with a timeless and unrelenting tedium, you are in fact a part of something greater and more wondrous than any one man could ever imagine or than any one machine could ever build.

  Time is a river, a wondrous web of infinite experience , the waves of which echo throughout the halls of the cosmos, throughout all eternity. Within all of us, there is the energy of the divine. This divine energy radiates from each of us, and is expressed, and is channeled differently in every group, every gathering, every era, and even in different ways within the space of a single mind. Art and war, pain and pleasure, laughter and misery, birth and death, are all various facets and manifestations of this divine energy. Good and evil, like other painful limits of our perception, such as the very notion of a "present" separating the future from the past, are an illusion, a necessary paradox which comforts us, and shelters our minds from the impossibility of all that must come to pass. In truth, there is only positive and negative, growth and decay. All must be held in balance, all must be liberated. All must be restrained, and all must be made to prosper. We must learn to see that in everything there is duality. And we must send signals to those like us, if we are ever to realize our dreams. No one is alone in their dreams, and neither is there one who can build them alone.

  We of the Sisterhood have declared and decided that our signal, our beacon to those like ourselves, adrift in the night, in search of harbor, shall be the divine and infinite energy of sound. No other force, no power, no sight or spectacle is so universal in its pervasiveness, so personal and unique in its manifestation, or so capable of expressing, quantifying, and capturing the breadth and density of the infinite spectrum of emotions that lie within the human soul. The Sisterhood seeks to carve pillars of bliss from the unhewn stones of sound, to build great watch-towers from the infinite harmonies of the universe, and to create sonic temples which can change perception with a clarity that transcends other forms of altered thought. Sound is our voice. Sound is our seduction, our succor, and our signal to our Sisters who are lost, like us, in the darkness.