The Mermaids are singing to me again. Don’t come and save me. I belong in the darkened deeps of the underwater.
I wrote this just before we set off to the ocean last week…the pull of the tide was so viscerally strong, I could almost feel it pulling my down into whirlpools of salty waters.
I am leaving the mountain this week and going down to the ocean to have a conversation with the mystery of water.
Something in me is moving in strange lunations, & seductive ebbs and flows.
Memories are hanging like moons over dark waters.
I am reaching into something I cannot see.
Going out beyond the azure blue and the mirrors of moving skies and white lights.
Down into the depths of the chambers.
Where the Mermaids once gathered.
To meet an ancient Femme Fatale.
I said recently, I no longer yearn for the earth to hold me in her wild dark womb.
Now, I can only be consoled, moved, and held by the dangerous majesty of water.
The Year of M is coming...
Of course, the ocean surprised me.
I imagined I would receive inspiration for my new work, but instead, at first, I felt all the inner debris, the shipwrecks within, the low tides, all that was lost at sea.
Then slowly something crawled out of the deep. A lady with sea eyes and a tale to tell. A lost lineage who won't let me go.
Melusine, the sirens, the lamia, the mermaidens circled me to sing again.
As we were writing Magdalene Mysteries in 2018, we 'accidentally' wrote 70,000 words extra on the Mermaid traditions that had incepted in ancient Sumeria, and were mirrored in magical Celtic lore.
We had to edit a lot of it out, and in fact our publishers 'locked'' us out of the manuscript during the editing process to make sure we didn't add anymore of it in.
Then it sank to the bottom of our ocean.
Occasionally I would lament and say it should have been a book of its own, but life was too busy to deal with an ancient lost lineage of mystical Mermaid magic.
Well, she's back. Risen from the waters.
I have dug up the manuscript, and am remembering something at a new octave, and why it needed to wait....until now.
With my eyes stretched open by the light of marshland and silver water horizons, I absorbed the opening paragraph, covered in seaweed and debris from its time in the underwaters, waiting to speak to modern women in this critical moment in time.
Of Sea Dragons & Moons
"I was sent forth from the power"
The ancient priestesses of the near east claim descent from the primordial forces of nature, as well as the moon, the stars and the ancient dragons. They knew that to honor and remember these connections was to open the doorway to the deepest magic.
The oldest Sumerian myths said that, in the beginning, there was mother Nammu, the first, the formless, She who gave shape to all of creation. She was ancient, before time, space, before the universe. Nammu was the “face of the deep”, the primordial water elemental and Great Birther of reality. Her home and body was the deep and watery abyss, the Abzu. She may have originally been conceived as an ancient water dragon. In the Old Babylonian legends, when the Abzu came together with Tiamaat, the primordial dragon mother of the Semitic traditions, the universe was birthed from their fertile dance. The womb waters are not within us, we are held within them.
The story of the mermaids first begins to emerge out of the primordial mists of time with the Sumerian mother goddess Nammu, and her mermaid priestsesshood. Nammu is the primordial Water Dragon of Creation. She is also the Mermaid Mother, the Grandmother of the Mermaid Line. She reminds us to connect with the primordial, dark and fertile waters of creation, our human origins of gestation in the amniotic seas of our mother’s womb, and the origin of all life on the planet from the great oceans. She is part of the great Sophia – the divine presence embodied in the waters of the earth, and the original anointrix, who would one day ordain Mary Magdalene as priestess and chalice-bearer of her sacred lineage.
There is a reason we are fascinated by mermaids, and there is a reason they were known as monsters and femme fatales.
They were real women, and walkers between the worlds. They presided over birth, death and the gift of sacral wealth.
To be continued on the next high tide....
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