Excerpt from "14 Steps to Awaken the Sacred Feminine"
From INTRODUCTION
An Hour or Two in the Life of Our Magdalene Circle
We are gathered today to be with Mary Magdalene. The chairs are
placed in a circle in the back room of the Woman’s Club of Hollywood,
a venerable old wooden-frame building with lots of history of
women
bettering their lives. In the center of the circle on the floor
I’ve put a
colorful cotton cloth of earthy fall colors, about half a square
yard, just
enough to create a sacred space. On the cloth I’ve also put water
in a
pretty bowl, the Living Water of the Divine Feminine who comes
to us
as Mary Magdalene. I have placed a green crystal rock that holds
a little
candle, along with a few other rocks from my garden. A small
vase of
flowers is there too, flowers that are fall blooming. For this
meeting I
have brought in a bit of my garden compost, telling the group
that we
are reaping the composted reward of Mary Magdalene being thrown
out
with the trash those two thousand years ago. Mary had been assigned
to
the garbage heap but now she’s turned to gold.
Excerpts from "The Mary Magdalene Within"
From Chapter 1, Women’s Special Place with God
Yes. I was in the low estate women were held in, despite my being a woman of some substance. I enjoyed the house and the family traditions of stature, but the inner story of the times was that women were not seen. In myself I knew different and had some memory of those matriarchal times of power and regard. But I also had the knowing that those times were unbalanced and had not yet brought about God’s kingdom on Earth. I knew we were engaging in experiment on Earth to allow our Creator-selves to experience Itself. I knew this in my inner self and yet, there was the world outside the door. Even now as that thought memory is brought forward into your mind, it stopped the flow between us.
Yes, it was frightening and you feel the fear even now. The vicious ones ruled the Earth it seemed, all outside my door. It’s true, where I went I was called whore. The feelings about women in all the thoughts of those times were that way. Whores who could only be saved by rules to make them acceptable to God. Women have always known that we are more than acceptable to God because we bear the children. The act of creation takes place in us. Yes. Jealousy from those who wish all the power over life is what creates the rules for women. And so it was at that time in the extreme, just as it is now in your time. Again, the thought of that stops your mind. Your earthly mind is tortured with remembrances of this fact and the experiences you have lived through. It stops you to feel it again.
It was a violent world and cold as well. I need not tell you its stories for they are in your Bible. It was a violent world and cold as well.
I held this knowing inside. I lived my life outside my feelings and without my heart. This is as with women today. Doing the work to be done and waiting; biding time. I began to hear about the man called Jesus. Truthfully, I knew of him. He was not so unknown; he was already with a reputation for learning and knowing and as a strange man. A strange man, not one who mothers would entertain as a suitor even though he was scholarly. He was a strange man, going about his own learning, driven by his curiosity. He was not making friends with life, he was not making peace with life as it was. He had a reputation. I knew of it. He had the cousin John and there was much feeling between them. They were both driven and their mothers were great allowing energy systems for these men. They were women of the Earth and carrying forth wisdom of the Earth.
From Chapter 2, Mary Magdalene's Vision at Jesus' Resurrection
My body flushed with feeling and I could not speak but I reached my hand out towards him. Rabboni, Dear One. For one instant I experienced this as though the dreadful had not happened, that we were simply to be together again. My earthly love was so strong that it would believe such was true, But then my knowing changed and my perception changed and my hand could not grasp onto the body's flesh that was Jesus the man. I am not fully with you now was said to me with inner speech and knowing; for our communication was with thought only. My sight widened then, from the cave and from his glow, and I began to see other visions. Visions of stories and of times to come. Visions of vast numbers of people and vast epics. Unhappiness which would be done in his name and stories told in my name. Persecutions and needless cruelties, all for the sake of the mistakes of our story told wrong. And my inner vision continued until I saw the time when it would be set right and when love would reign supreme. Jesus' half real body continued to stand there, more in glow than flesh, as God finished the story for me to see. I saw that a time would come, but long, long from then, when the glowing Light shown from he to I would be understood as the pattern of existence which would bring about peace on earth.