07/24/2025
The Mermaid’s Voice Returns: Magdalene, Melusine, and the Sacred Feminine Rising
By Faith Spina
She was never just a tale for children. She was never just a fish-tailed girl longing for love. She was the voice beneath the water, the flame beneath the waves, the one they tried to silence with salt and shame.
Ariel, Melusine, Magdalene... Their names ripple across timelines like forgotten songs ... torn from the tongues of priestesses, queens, and prophets who dared to speak with the voice of the Divine.
In the medieval imagination, the mermaid did not simply seduce or drown sailors. She held symbols of power: the book and the mirror wisdom and reflection, sacred memory and the knowledge of self. Icons not of vanity, but of Sophia, the immaculate mirror of Divine energy. She was Mater and Matter, the Mother manifesting form. She was the Wisdom hidden in flesh, the Moon holding the memory of the Sun.
In stained glass and cathedral manuscripts, she appears with double tails a reference not to seduction, but to birth, the sacred power of the Feminine to bring spirit into matter. And sometimes, she bore the watermark of heresy a lineage too holy, too pure, too dangerous to the false priesthoods of men.
The Merovingian bloodline, said to descend from the union of Mary Magdalene and a sacred king, was whispered to be part mermaid, part Magdalene a living code that defied control. And so, like all who carry the truth of the womb, they were erased, rewritten, and renamed.
Ariel, the littlest mermaid, is no innocent. She is the seventh sister, the lost bride, the one who remembers. Her voice is stolen, just like Magdalene's. She longs to walk upon the earth, not for romantic conquest but to reclaim the union of body and soul.
And in a forgotten corner of her ocean cave, she collects remnants of our world. Among them, a painting: Magdalene with the Smoking Flame. Mary… staring at a flickering candle, guarding the flame that will never die. The same flame Ariel tries to pluck from the picture. She does not want to watch the sacred fire… She wants to become it.
Carl Jung once spoke of the enantiodromia— the moment when the masculine, exhausted from its own momentum, must bow to the return of the feminine. Not as subservient, but as Beloved. As the other half of the Whole.Not "helper" or "muse, but the one who birthed the truth into flesh.
And so the dream begins to flip. Ariel is not the one who must be saved It is the Prince. It is the Masculine, drowning in disconnection, who awaits the kiss of the feminine Christ to awaken from his sleep beneath the sea of forgetting.
The Starbucks siren, the cathedral mermaid, the Melusine with serpent hips they are not fairy tales. They are living glyphs. Symbols buried in plain sight. Their tail is forked, not to tempt, but to guard the gateway between worlds.
They are the Keepers of the “vesica piscis” the womb-door, the fish-eye, the chalice between realms. It is through this opening that spirit enters form, and through it the sacred feminine must return.
And what of Melusine, serpent from the waist down, locked in her tower by a husband who feared her mystery? She, too, was seen bathing exposed, unclean, untouchable. Just like Magdalene, just like every woman whose truth cannot be contained in dogma or domestication. When they looked at her radiant body, they did not see the Divine… they saw danger.
But now, the danger is truth, and the truth is returning.
The Age of Pisces is closing, but not before the Lost Bride walks ashore. She no longer waits for permission. She no longer hides in sea caves or sacred texts. She rises now with salt in her hair and a flame in her throat.
She is Magdalene. She is Melusine. She is Ariel.
She is you.
And she has come to reclaim her voice.
Digital art by Faith Spina
