Meeting Mary

Happy Feast Day of Mary Magdalene!

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In the charismatic churches I grew up in, we never really celebrated Feast Days, aside from the main ones that were Christianized, Protestantized, and tweaked even further to suit our charismatic palette, such as Easter (also known as Feast of First Fruits, among other things), so at this point in my life, I don’t have any plans for special celebrations for the Feast Day of Mary Magdalene, firstly and mainly because I feel lost as to how to even begin such a celebration. But a private celebration feels more meaningful to me than anything else right now, and so I will enjoy personal reflection, meditation, reading, and communication with Mary Magdalene.

In October of 2021, Mary Magdalene revealed herself to me. I knew her from before my life on Earth, of course, because she is very close to me, and I to her, but during my current (and only) incarnation on Earth, I first became aware of her presence in my life in October of 2021.

It wasn’t something I had been expecting. I had never given Mary Magdalene more than a cursory thought, believing her to be just one of the few women who followed Jesus around when he was alive on Earth. She was neither special nor unspecial. She was simply a minor character, by my previous thinking, in the story of Jesus. I’ve since learned otherwise, of course, but up until October of 2021, I hadn’t given much thought to her at all.

That morning in October, I had gone inward, through meditation, to enter into the House Jesus had taken me to a few days prior, so I could talk to and see my Guides.

In My Father’s house there are many mansions. And if not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I am coming again and will receive you to Myself, that where I am, you may be also. (Jesus speaking – John 14:2-3)

When I entered into the House, I was seeking Lord Balthazar, because at that point in my journey, due to traumas that were still too fresh in my mind, I felt more comfortable around Balthazar than I did Jesus. But instead of Lord Balthazar, I found Lord Jesus. He was working clay on a potter’s wheel. I watched him for a while, taking note of the long table where cups and a pitcher had been placed that he had already finished.

I finally spoke up in a teasing sort-of way, and observed with a laugh, “I thought you were a carpenter.”

He looked up at me and laughed as well, and with a wave of his arm around the room he replied, “I made all of this,” putting a heavy emphasis on all.

That was the moment I realized that the house he had brought me to was a House that he had built, and so that is what I started calling it: The House that Jesus Built. It has been a place of much healing and much learning.

I sat in silence that morning and watched as he went from wheel to table, and began painting the cups and pitcher a dark blue. On one side of pitcher he added with careful strokes a large red rose with bright green leaves, and around the edge of the mouth of the pitcher, little white dots, almost like stars.

It didn’t seem like a very important visit with Lord Jesus at the time, but I wrote it all down in my journals later that morning anyway.

Two days later, I went back to the House that Jesus built, and Lord Jesus and Lord Balthazar immediately took me into a smaller room, like a bedroom, where a woman was waiting, a hairbrush in her hand. Since she was someone new, I felt unsure. I’d been badly traumatized in the past by unknown spirits in the other realms, and at that point three years ago, those traumas were still fresh in my mind. So I turned and walked out of the room and came fully back inside my body, not willing to speak to anyone new that showed up in my spiritual space until and unless I knew for 100% certainty that they were someone I should be interacting with.

The next night, I had a bad dream, and woke up trying to figure out if the demon in my dream was actually a demonic being harassing me in my sleep, a symbolic representation of something negative in my life, a manifestation of my own self, a human spirit of someone else living or dead who was bothering me for some unknown reason, or if it was something else altogether.

(I have since come to a much broader understanding of “demons,” as I grew up calling them, but I’m not always sure of the word to use that would be agreeable to others; so since the word “demon” often brings to mind a meaning that isn’t always as nuanced as it might ought to be, please feel free to substitute the word of your choice based upon your personal understanding, if that word doesn’t sit well with you.)

I called out to my Guides, and found myself in the House that Jesus built. Lord Jesus and Lord Balthazar were there and they told me that I needed to speak to the woman they had previously brought me to. So, in spite of my fear of being deceived again, I opened myself up to allow her to speak to me.

She brought me again to the room I’d been brought to two days earlier, and sat me down in front of a dresser with a mirror, and began brushing my hair and putting oils and perfumes in it. She arranged my hair into a series of curls that she piled on top of my head, and then added little flowers all over the curls. Then she gave me a long white dress to wear, and she spoke to my heart for what seemed to be a long time. She told me she was Mary Magdalene, and she shared with me about her own struggles with “demons” in her lifetime, which were not at all what the Christian churches have taught over the many centuries.

(Her revelations to me about her struggles were validated over the next couple of years as I began studying more about her.)

Then my three Guides—Jesus, Balthazar, and now, Mary Magdalene, too—brought me through a ceremony, and maybe one day I’ll be at liberty to write about that, too.

And that is the story of how Beloved Lady Mary Magdalene first revealed herself to me after I was incarnated into this physical world.

It was over a year later before I realized the significance of the symbol of that red rose that Jesus showed me that morning, back in October of 2021.

Jesus had not only been preparing my heart to receive Lady Mary Magdalene in this physical incarnation, but at the same time, knowing and understanding the doubts I struggle with, he was giving me a sign—the symbol of a red rose that is traditionally associated with her—so I could look back over a year later and be validated and assured that Lady Mary Magdalene is, indeed, with me, and She has always been with me, as have Lord Jesus and Lord Balthazar.

I call Beloved Mary Magdalene my Mother now, for She has whispered to my heart that She is my True Mother and the loving Spirit, the incarnation of the archetypal Divine Feminine, Who has revealed Herself to me at various times throughout my life. She is the Womb from which my Spirit was birthed, the Darkness which nurtures me and helps me grow, the Earth to which I shall return, the Heart that welcomes me Home.

And She welcomes you Home, too.