Thursday, January 8, 2015

What if mermaids are real? #FreakyFriday #BlogChat #Myths

I created this blog initially to discuss my interest in mythology, paranormal activity, legends, and all things unexplained. I'm not stating "facts" because as any good follower of these things know--there aren't any concrete facts or else it would no longer be a myth. No, rather I'm thinking aloud and invite you to open your mind and share your thoughts as you see fit.

Today I'm thinking about mermaids and mermen. What if they're real?

As with most mythology, the mermen and mermaid myths began as pagan water deities. Mermen were seen as Gods and Mermaids as goddesses of the moon who controlled the ebb and flow of the tides. The belief in these gods and goddesses transcended through the rise of Christianity and the Age of Science.

But why? For centuries, sailors wrote of seeing mermaids guiding them away from dangerous reefs and through turbulent seas.

Poseidon and Neptune are depicted as half-man half-fish, with tritons being the offspring of the powerful sea god. Both Homer and Ovid wrote of Sirens and water-nymphs.

Modern day explorers have searched far and wide after reputed sightings of mermaids, most often in the South Pacific and Mediterranean Seas. Searched for but never found...but does that disprove their existence? I don't think it does.

I'm a big fan of Josh Gates. I followed his show Destination Truth and his most recent venture, Expedition Unknown. He and his team have searched for mermaids and come away with more questions than answers. In his show and many like it, one thing is always consistent--the proof that this world is vast and that despite our technological advances, there are many unexplored and remote areas of the world where new species are being discovered as I type these words. With those 'facts', how can anyone say for certain that mermaids are a product of a fanciful imagination? Why does the legend persist?

There are islands in the South Pacific--in modern times--where their fishermen who push off from shore in the simplest of boats swear they've seen mermaids and merman. What if they remain in these remote areas because they avoid the pollution generated by the masses here along the US coast? What if they prefer the quiet of remote islands and seas where they can exist without the noise of this modern world we've created in our arrogance of what is 'best'?

Sitting here in the modern world with all the perks of internet and easy access to anything we'd like, it's easy to believe we are above the ancient beliefs, that perhaps we know more than those who came before us. But do we? In many ways, we've become more ignorant, more distanced from nature, more alienated from the spirt world. Our arrogance is our blindness.

What if? Seriously...what if? Would we destroy them with our curiosity or out of fear? Would we let them be?

What if? 

Someting to think about.
Dakota Skye

Dakota Skye is an author fascinated by the paranormal. After having several personal "unexplained experiences" in her life, she started exploring the idea of the "other side" and all things mystical in the world. In her stories, she incorporates that fascination with fantasy while always focusing on the love.

Novels and stories by Dakota Skye are Blurred Lines, Impact Zone, Uncharted Territory, SnowBound, and Daydreams (Feb 2015). Ms. Skye is the pen name for a multi-published author of romantic suspense, contemporary romance, and nonfiction. Writing as Dakota enables the author to explore without limitations.

A taste of her novel about a tribe of mermen and mermaids led by Triton himself. 

He saved her life, but now he's being hunted.

Nico Triton has a secret. He's a merman who saved the life of a champion surfer. As the leader of the merfolk, his interference with Fate has had severe repercussions that only love will solve.

Murder on the beach.

Josie Wells knows how to conquer the waves, but when she witnesses a murder on her beach, the impact shatters the surfing community of Santa Cruz. The tragedy brings her up close and personal with her secret crush, the elusive billionaire, Nico Triton.

Will their love be enough to bridge their two worlds?

Secrets become confessions and trust is tested as betrayal threatens their lives. When a merman falls in love with a surfer chic and two worlds collide, expect an Impact Zone of danger and passion.

Fresh from the shower, she slipped into a pair of her most comfortable jeans and a lightweight sweater. She'd noticed bite marks on her shoulder in the mirror and automatically shivered with the memory of the intense lovemaking from hours earlier.
Brutus and Savage panted as they watched her, eager to play ball. She scratched them each between the ears before walking from the bedroom into the living room.
The play day had been beneficial. Everyone had needed to burn off the chaos following the murder and the stress of the break-in last night. She hadn't noticed Nico's security detail out front, but police lurked nearby.
"Detective Renaud is a real buzz kill," she told the dogs who trotted at her heels. "He seems to think Nico is manipulating me because I'm a witness."
"Is that what you think?"
She spun at the voice. Nico stood in her kitchen eating an apple as if it were an every day habit.
"You two are worthless watchdogs." She opened the back door and walked outside without acknowledging Nico's presence. Her heartbeat had drummed at the sight of him, but she needed a moment to clear her head.
Grabbing a few dog toys, she stood at the edge of the patio and tossed them to the far side of the yard.
When Nico's hands dropped on her shoulders, she leaned her back against him and sighed. No, not for one minute did she believe a word Renaud had said about him. When he asked how long they'd been seeing each other, she'd automatically lied without questioning the why. She covered his hands with hers.
"Do your dogs like sailboats?" he asked against the top of her head. "I need to go up the coast, past San Francisco. I'm hoping you'll come with me."
"I can have Rex watch them."
"I'd rather no one know where we're going."
She let that sit with her a minute. "He won't ask questions. He and his son enjoy watching the dastardly duo. My place trumps the apartment over his parents' garage, too, so that's a bonus."
"If you trust him, then so do I. Can you do me a favor, though, and not call him until we are on the boat?"
The more he talked, the more she felt like this wasn't a romantic getaway and more like a genuine escape. Fear swelled inside her chest. "Tell me I'm safe with you."
"I guarantee that you are safer with me than with anyone."
She turned within the circle of his arms and tucked her fingers in the loops of his jeans. Looking up at him reminded him of the dreams she'd been having for months, of the feelings that stirred in her heart when he touched her, and of the questions that begged to be asked even if they didn't sound sane.
"You have a lot on your mind," he whispered. "What do you want to know?"
"I saw the video that's going around about the mermaids in Catalina. Renaud showed me, asked if I knew anything about it." If she blurted out that she believed it to be true, what would he do? She bit her lower lip and hesitated.
"And?" His eyes searched hers as if reading her mind.
"One of the women in the video is your sister."
"How did you know that?" He stiffened but did not look away.
"Renaud told me that her name is Sabine Triton."

He abruptly stepped back from her and walked toward the edge of her property. When he shoved his hands through his hair, he muttered something in a language she couldn't understand.
"I've always believed in mermaids and mermen...I keep dreaming that you are one." She stepped cautiously toward him, feeling more and more convinced that she sounded like an idiot. "It's not really a dream, more like a memory, but then it all goes blank. When I saw that video today, I felt it even stronger, this knowing that I'm right." She touched his back with her hands. "I'm not asking any questions."
"I couldn't answer if you did," he whispered before looking at her with such a deep sadness in his eyes that her heart twisted with empathy.
"It's irrelevant." She swallowed hard and curled her fingers into the hem of his shirt.
"You're taking a gigantic leap of faith."
"Wouldn't be the first time." She pressed her forehead against the center of his chest, certain in both her sanity and rightness.
He kissed the top of her head. "You keep surprising me. I'm not used to that."
She expelled a long sigh and closed her eyes. "How long are we going to be on this sailboat? One night or two? I need to pack accordingly."
He flattened his palm against the side of her face. "Thank you for trusting me."
"Give me a minute." She walked away and attempted to catch her breath. He hadn't denied it. The reality tossed through her brain and contradicted everything she knew to be true.
She fed the dogs before tossing some clothes into a backpack. Her hands shook when she shoved them through her hair.
Triton. It all made sense if one chose to open their minds to possibility. Triton, son of Poseidon, a demigod who did whatever he damn well wished.
She sat heavily onto her sofa and dropped her head into her hands. As someone attuned to the ocean, she'd always believed it to be the great unknown where mysteries existed beyond the scope of human understanding
"Are you ready?" he asked, avoiding her gaze as he locked her front door.
"Aren't we going out that way?" A smile trembled on her lips.
"No one needs to know I am going anywhere." He shoved his hands into the back pocket of his jeans before meeting her gaze. Unspoken words remained silent between them. "If this is too much for you, I understand."
She occupied herself with giving the dogs and extra treat for the day. "I know what I'm doing. I want to go with you."
"Your enthusiasm is underwhelming." He grabbed her backpack and motioned toward the backdoor. "I have wine on the boat, if that will help."
"Rum would have been better, but I can go with wine." She winked up at him as she linked her fingers through his. "Promise me there will be more sex and I'm sure my enthusiasm will return. I have bite marks on me, do you realize that? It's like you've branded me."
His eyes darkened with the reminder. "I'm sorry."
"I wasn't complaining. I assume you have a plan?"
He squeezed her hand before pulling her against his side and shoving his hand through her hair. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me."
"Why do I find that hard to believe?"
"Because you don't know how special you are." He lifted her off of her feet and kissed her until she felt pretty damn special.
She wrapped her arms around his neck before he could release her. As she looked into the depths of his blue eyes, she willed herself to remember more of the dream that haunted her nights. "You were under the waves with me that day. I know that much. You took me somewhere deep. I saw you."
He held his breath, hold on her tightened, but he neither confirmed nor denied.
A fraction from his lips, she continued, "You kissed me then, too, but to give me life. You brought me back, didn't you?"
"Josie...I can't say unless...until..." Conflict twisted his face. "We shouldn't be talking about this now."
"Memory sometimes only sees what it wants to believe and, for all of this time, I believed what people told me even though my heart kept denying it." The more she spoke, the more certain she became that the dream wasn't a dream at all. "We went somewhere...a cave..."
"Are you asking or stating that. I need to know if you are remembering or guessing."
She pressed her forehead against his and closed her eyes.
A merman at least eight feet tall with crystal blue eyes and black hair floating around his head held his mouth to hers as they moved through a turbulent and dark ocean, deeper and deeper into the abyss.
Keep looking at me, he'd somehow said to her.
Every inch of her body felt shattered. Her lungs constricted with pain. His mouth on hers kept her alive.
I'm dying, she'd thought.
His massive tail had propelled them at a speed she couldn't fathom. Such power. His arms had held her lifeless body against his in the cold water.
So cold.
But he'd taken her to cave filled with crystals and mermaids who had pulled her from his arms. Miranda and Damien had been there. They'd pulled her to the surface and she'd been in awe of the beauty around her. Their voices had serenaded her while she'd battled to survive. Nico's hands cupped the back of her head while he'd looked into her eyes and kissed her again, bringing her back from the edge of death. 
She blinked and shook her head, the memory bringing tears to her eyes. "All of it was real. I remember you, Nico."

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1 comment:

  1. Loved IMPACT ZONE!
    I'm drawn to mermaids because of my Wiccan faith. I believe mermen and mermaids are part of the Fae. You're right. Just because we don't see them on a regular basis, doesn't mean they don't exist.

    Keep writing these wonderful tales!