Mary Magdalene

I believe my conscious journey with Mary Magdalene began in France well over a decade ago. I gifted myself time in Paris after completing my enlistment in the Marine Corps. I did not speak French at the time and so decided on a homestay and language lessons during my time there. I had no plans and no structure for my visit beyond language lessons and the Louvre. And so, this resulted in delightful meandering around Paris, simply allowing myself to be led to incredibly magical pockets within this city. I have since learned the French word for this way of wandering is flâneur. How beautiful to have embedded in language a specific word for this way of being.

I feel that flâneur is beyond mindless, idle meandering, however. I feel that it is quite spiritual and intuitive, that it entails attuning to the surroundings that you find yourself in and honoring the gentle draw.

I tuned into this flâneur energy visiting the Louvre, a place in Paris where time stands still and where one can encounter an otherworldliness. It was here where I met Mary Magdalene. I remember peering down a hallway and there she was, standing in a sunny room. The statue of Saint Mary Magdalene by Grego Erhart, naked and wrapped with her beautiful red hair. I remember feeling entranced as I began moving towards her, walking along the hallway completely alone, and noticing the sunlight streaming into the space. When I reached her, I walked counterclockwise around her glass case, pausing where our eyes met. I felt like my head was being stretched upwards, like I was being pulled upwards and floating. There was a sense of Divine Communion. I stood in this space for what felt like a significant amount of time. Interestingly, as the bright spaciousness dissipated and I felt very much returned to the room, people began pouring in and the room became very crowded. I treasure this pause that I shared with Mary Magdalene in a place as vast as the Louvre. I feel it was purely Divine Timing. An agreement to simply be led.

Since Paris, Mary Magdalene has appeared in visions and in meditations, either empoweringly naked or dressed in red robes. However, this last year is when I began feeling her presence with more consistency and it coincided with my time learning from Sacred Tobacco (nicotiana rustica).

Some time ago I dreamt that my youngest brother gifted me a prayer pipe. In the dream he was adamant that this pipe was mine and ensured that it stayed with me because it was for me to work with. A year after this dream, to the day, I began working with Sacred Tobacco, gifted to me from my youngest brother days before he passed. And it was during this time, learning from this Master Teacher, that Mary Magdalene began coming through very strongly. I began unraveling deeper within myself, rooting deeper into home, and allowing myself to honor where I desire to be and letting myself be there. Because for years I denied myself stability, I never let myself rest, I was living within the toxic drive of perpetual achievement, of needing to matter to others, contorting for external expectations, and ending up in situations that I did not want to be in.

Within this space of learning, receiving, and loosening, it trudged up my inner flâneuse, it helped me to see that my life can be approached in the same way, with the same mentality of letting go of desires for perfection, of the need to control how things proceed, of the need to control the outcome, and simply to allow myself to feel that everything unfolds as it is meant to. Processes are not meant to be rushed. If they are, then the nutrients are not gleaned from the slow unfolding and instead what one ends up with is unintegrated wisdom.

An insight received from Mary Magdalene within the Sacred Tobacco blessing was finding the joy in the perceived mundane and unremarkable. That is a wisdom that has allowed me to stand still when I otherwise might have never stopped moving. It heightened the knowing of not needing to chase or impress, of not needing to look outside of myself for holy experiences. She taught that life itself is a ceremony, that family is sacred, and that my home is my temple space. Home and family are where I experience perpetual ego deaths and self-undoing, an eternally repeated dance. It is an incredible blessing and gift to have in my life. After peeling away many layers and no longer deflecting, I can gently soften into the space where I am grateful to receive this medicine.

I am grateful for this connection with Mary Magdalene and for her teachings. I am very much her student and will remain so likely beyond this lifetime.

And for you, my dear reader, I gift a meditation into the Magdalene medicine for you to feel into your own holiness.

Blessings.

*Note: for your safety, please do not listen to hypnosis or hypnotherapeutic-meditations while driving.