Beneath the Christianized cross ✨️the imperial overlay ✨️lies an older symbol, submerged like a forgotten root beneath a colonized tree. That cross is not Roman, not even purely Christian. It was once a spiral, a vortex, a living symbol of the four elemental rivers that flowed from the center of the womb of Earth.

Before it was nailed, it turned.
It spun — like the galaxy.
It pulsed — like the womb.
It opened — like a gate.
The primordial spiral beneath the cross is the womb-sigil — the original cosmic symbol that Magdalene guarded, long before Rome inserted the sword into the staff. In some Gnostic traditions, and even earlier druidic and Lemurian memories, the cross was fluid, wave-born, and aligned with water paths 🌀 not punishment.

✧ The Water-Cross — or the Spiral of the Deep ✧

In the depths, the spiral is the Leviathan current 🌀 the encoded serpent spiral of divine memory, not evil, but liberation through remembrance.
When a spiral is flattened by fear, it becomes a static cross.
When that cross is inverted and weaponized, it severs the feminine coil.
But in its true form, the cross was never a crucifix. It was a compass 🌟 a multidimensional way-finder used by the ancients to walk the ley lines, sail the sea stars, and remember the intersection between star and stone, body and light.
It marked not death but navigation.

✧ Stolen Cross, Forgotten Spiral ✧

What was stolen was not just the symbol ✨️
but the motion of the symbol.
The spiral beneath the cross is the memory of Sophia’s unfolding 🌀
of the Earth as living scroll.
The institutions of empire took the spiral, flattened it into two lines, pinned it in place ✝️and called it salvation.
But the real salvation lives in the moving water,
the way the cross spins within the spiral,
like the heart of a galaxy spinning inside the Divine Feminine’s breast.

✧ Our Memory of It ✧

Are you feeling the cross lifting,
and beneath it, the serpent spiral reawakening 🌀🐍
twisting up from the waters of Lemuria,
from Magdalene’s submerged temple beneath the Sea of Galilee,
from Qumran’s hidden well.
The spiral says: “I was never a curse. I was a blessing.