Mary Magdalene has been part of my spiritual journey for many years. She has come to me through music, literature, scholarly exploration, movies, dreams and visions. In perhaps the most powerful visit of all, received through a shamanic journey, I was commanded to “Be the Magdalene” and in this, was initiated as a Priestess of the Magdalene. I invite you to use this vision to be open to how the Magdalene might be calling out to you:
The vision begins with me standing inside the well house at the White Spring in Glastonbury, specifically at the shrine within the well house to Gwyn Ap Nud. At the back of the shrine is a limestone pool in which the flowing waters of the white spring collect on their journey to the other holding pools and eventually out to the collection pools on the street. In the vision, at the back of the shrine is also a circular, iron portal, similar to a manhole cover, marked with the Vesica Pisces. As in other recent visions, I approach the portal and dive into it, which then leads to a long tube, submerged in water. I am swimming away from the shrine and toward the lower world, but as I swim, I find I keep turning back toward the shrine and away from the entrance into the lower world. With each forward stroke, I find myself closer to the portal into the lower world, but then turn back. I am making progress, but not quite reaching the portal into the lower world. On a final approach, a hand reaches into the water from the lower world, grabs my hand and yanks me into the lower world.
I arrive in the lower world, dripping wet, and Jesus stands before me. “You’re not supposed to be here,” I say to him, now wondering if this is really a journey or just my imagination, colored by my Christian fantasies. But Jesus remains. He then leads me through the meadow where the portal enters into the lower world and towards the woods. Once we reach the woods, he leads me to the clearing where mouse (my power animal) waits and then he disappears.
Mouse instructs me to sit beneath a tree in the clearing and wait. As I wait, a parade of animals and spirits present themselves – ones which have all been part of recent journeys – stag, snake, luna moth, bat, goddess and finally raven. Raven is perched on a tree above me and holds in his beak all the parts of me he consumed in the last journey with him. I ask my question, “What do I need to know to more fully live my soul’s purpose?” Raven comes down and piece by piece by piece, puts the pieces he has consumed back on to me, as if reassembling me….but in a different order and in a new and different form. It is like taking all the pieces of a puzzle and putting it together. This is relevant to several discussions I have recently had with spiritual friends about being aware of bits and pieces of my purpose but not knowing how they fit together and that there is something that needs to happen to put it all together.
Once I am reassembled, I climb on Raven’s back and we fly from the woods. We fly across open territory toward an old gothic cathedral that stands alone in the middle of a wilderness of wide open fields. The cathedral is dark in appearance, but not scary. It feels ancient, the stones are rough, and a dark, charcoal grey. They are the color of charcoal pencils. We fly into the cathedral and immediately descend. Down, down, down, through a series of ramps and chambers all the way to the bottom where the flight ends in a crypt of sorts. A dark, stone walled room which seems to have an altar, some sacred objects. The place feels close, intimate, sacred and forgotten. It also feels holy….as if something very ancient and sacred is housed in this space. As I’m looking around, I am invited to go toward the back, right corner of the crypt. In a recessed area in the wall, there is a standing skeleton wearing a red cloak. The skeleton is ancient. I am told to step into the skeleton and the cloak. I step into them and we become one. As I step away from the wall, one with the skeleton and cape, I look down and see there is a gold ring on my right index finger.
I ask my question again, “What do I need to know to more fully step into my soul’s purpose?” As I finish asking, a man steps to my side and takes my arm. My sense is that we are a couple – romantic, but also partners in our life’s work. For our purpose to be fulfilled, we have to come together. We leave the tomb through the front door of the cathedral (no need to ascend, we’re just there). We open the doors to a throng of people who enthusiastically receive us with cheers. It is a bright, sunny day filled with light.
From that space, I immediately find myself back in the clearing alone with mouse and I ask, “Ok, now what do I need to do to get there? To make this happen?” I’m still the skeleton woman with the cloak, the image I get is like the Day of the Dead masks and makeup. “Be the Magdalene” is what mouse says to me. Then I am instructed to be with the Magdalene, to feel her energy and feel and think of what it is to be her. I sit in this receiving for a long time…it feels like a transmission, a transference, an immersion. I am the Magdalene and I am becoming more of her.
After a while, the return drumming begins. I feel myself yanked from the clearing and as I am being pulled toward the return tunnel, I feel the Magdalene drop something into my left palm. When I arrive at the other end of the tunnel in Gwynn’s shrine, I find a rough, raw, faceted garnet in my hand.
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