I Am the Little Mermaid
A Tale of Re-Birth
The mermaids are singing in the ancient waters, above the ruins of Atlantis, teaching me how to sway in the waves, how to surrender to the flow. My strength is no match for the sea. The waters are stronger than me, and fighting the waves will only exhaust me. The only way is to learn to flow with the tides, to surrender to the movement of the waves to get me where I want to go.
If I am wise and wait out the storm, the sea is a friend, not an enemy. I can hear it whispering to me in the language of my heart:
“I am the only thing between you. I can separate you, and I can unite you. If you flow with me, I can bring you into Union. If you fight, you will only find exhaustion and separation. I am the waters of life, the waters of the womb from whence you came. Too long have you been running away from me. Learn to flow with me, and you will find Union.”
My sisters, the mermaids, have mastered the flow. They are one with the eternal waters, singing songs of joy, love, and happiness. And I realize that I was wrong — if one can be wrong on one’s soul path at all, that is. Which one probably can’t…
“But how can love be wrong?” I used to say.
I am the Little Mermaid. I have given all for love.
And now that I have returned to the sea from where I came, I understand that love was bigger than I thought it was.
Love is giving, sacrificing, accepting, and putting the Other before yourself. Love is laying down one’s life for one’s friends. But love is also telling the truth. Love is speaking up, and having so much respect for your feelings and for the precious gift of Love itself, that you don’t use this word lightly, or allow anyone to take your love for granted. Love means saying no to being an object or a toy, or a tool to boost someone’s ego, love means saying no being turned into some angelic being who has no connection with flesh and blood.
Love is strength and love is power — love is surrender and love is meekness. Love is giving — and love is receiving.
Just like learning to flow with the sea, with the rising and falling of the waves, with the rhythm of the tides, love is learning to give — and to receive, to accept unconditionally — and to set firm boundaries.
Love has no need to walk on knifes.
This is how I saw love — as a precious pearl worth paying any price for, even if that price was to be my own soul. I saw love as pain. But the pain itself was just a reflection of my own fear, and the high price was just a witch’s trick. In truth, the old Crone was an Initiatrix, only showing my own fears to myself. She set me on a journey of impossible tasks with no reward, but she was only a reflection of what was within me. She started the journey of initiation for me, herself being neither good nor bad.
The pain of the knives was my own pain, the pain of everything I believed Love to be. Whether the Prince was worthy or unworthy of love, I cannot say, for this was about Love itself needing to be purified. Of course I was doomed to fail. At such a high price, he would never have accepted my love. Perhaps I saw love as too perfect or too pure to be surrendered into without pain? Then he could only see it as too pure to be received and entered into, and could only accept the superficial and the simple path, the one that was easily available to him, the one that required no understanding or explanation.
Had I not been afraid of happiness, I would not have accepted the impossible price that she had asked for. Had I known that the most precious gift that I had to give was being a mermaid, a child of the seas, never would I have parted with it.
And so I went back to the primordial waters, the waters that bore me in the beginning, carried by my sisters, not drowning and not dying, but being reborn as a spirit of the sea, the shimmering white foam on top of the waves.
I have been reborn to accept my mermaid soul. I have been reborn to sing the songs of the mermaids. The songs of the Blessed Feminine that drew sailors and travelers to leave their homes and follow me into the unknown.
The pain of the knives under the soles of my feet was their fear, the fear that I felt as I was walking the path of love.
Today I let them face their own fears. I no longer need to suffer in their stead.
It was their fear of love that had made me pure and untouchable in their imagination. It was their fear that I chose to take upon me when I wished to follow my Prince. But he could never see me, because I was carrying their fears. Today, I let each one of them face them on their own.
I am the Little Mermaid.
And today I embrace my nature. I surrender to the wisdom of the sea, singing with my sisters in joy and appreciation of my magic, and of the keys that I hold — the keys to Union of All-That-Is. I sing the ancient mermaid songs, the songs that made princes and sailors, merchants and servants alike, cross the seven seas to worship the One, the Goddess who held the keys to their bliss.
Today I declare that I hold the keys.
And I bless the wise Crone for my initiation.
I am the Little Mermaid. And today I have become one with the Mother Sea.