When the whale emits the harmonic of the earths heart beat, you know that it’s the clarion call for humankind.

Those beings who forgot their own divinity, and their cosmos of origin.

Our oceans are the orchestras of coral harps and sea horse violins. Did you not hear them the last time you walked along the shore?

When my mermaid slippers led me into the waters, and I sank low to the depths with no fear, my tongue was not lost but my voice was re-fashioned.

The majestic creatures I call my fellows, sent me back to the land with messages. As a crystal oracle, I was instructed to vibrate the frequency of water love.

The sea of sounds is a universe I hold within, like the oyster shell holding a pearl of magnitude. Its preciousness is sacred.

One day when the Atlantic sends her messenger to me, I will know which sword to draw and which map to guide me.

A compass was crafted from rose quartz in past centuries, for me to traverse the tides of time.

The hour is getting close. I have a lamp prepared, for the dark nights when many will wail, and a lone candle will be a welcome comfort for sad hearts.

Will you join me at the latitude of 41 degrees? An old parchment I once sighed, said that you would be my sea of sounds composer.

I am sitting at my octopus piano, with notes swimming and waving, as the sirens dance at my bell-clad feet.

Julia - a mermaid in Portugal