Last night we tied red string around our wrists. Not because it was cute. Not because it was symbolic in some abstract spiritual way. Because it felt real. We gathered in reverence of the Marys. And one by one, we told the stories we don’t usually tell out loud. The moments where Mary touched our lives in ways that made no logical sense. The synchronicities that were too precise to ignore. The miracles that felt impossible to explain without sounding unhinged. And the harder part. The part where we wondered if we were crazy.If we made it up.If we were projecting meaning onto random events because we needed something bigger than ourselves to hold onto. There is a particular loneliness in feeling called. Especially when you don’t have language for it yet.Especially when you were raised inside structures that taught you to distrust your own inner voice. Last night, the stories were different — but the thread was the same. 👉One Mary shared her near-death experience. She didn’t “almost die” and come back unchanged. She came back with knowledge. With a clarity she couldn’t unsee. With a remembrance that altered the trajectory of her life. And she carried that knowing alone for years. 👉Another spoke about spontaneous light language rising up through her body in moments of surrender. Not learned. Not practiced. Just emerging. And the fear of telling anyone. The isolation of holding something sacred without confirmation. 👉Others described profound callings that began in the quietest moments — alone in a room, on a walk, in grief, in surrender — when something inside them said, “This is your path.” No applause. No witnesses. No validation. Just the courage to trust it anyway. Every one of them walked that stretch alone first. Every one of them wondered if they were imagining it. And then we sat in a circle and realized… none of us were alone. When one speaks her truth, another feels seen. When one names her experience, another exhales. When one says, “This happened to me,” the room shifts from doubt to recognition.

https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/track/1NabLQnpGu0CX4XHnUxlCr?si=393d51396a3e4305 🎼 🎵May the circle be open, but unbroken. May the peace of the Goddess be ever in your heart. Merry meet, and merry part and merry meet again. 🎶 Thank you all! Remember, we are together, no matter what happens! It doesn't matter where we live, what language we speak, we are connected by the red thread along with Mary Magdalene.

Last night’s circle landed right in the center of the moment we’re living in. So much violence. So much fear. So much pressure to choose sides, harden our hearts, or stay in constant reaction. And yet, Mary’s teachings remind us of something radically different: Evil is not something to battle “out there.” It is born from separation, fear, and forgetting who we are. When we stay locked in fear, we unintentionally feed the very energy we’re trying to resist. When we stay rooted in love, awareness, and presence, something else becomes possible. This doesn’t mean bypassing what’s happening in the world. It means refusing to let fear be the place we live from. One of the most powerful moments of the night came during our writing practice, inspired by a poem by Lyndsay Rush (Attached)— sometimes lovingly called Mary Oliver’s drunk cousin — where we wrote from the prompt: “Why shouldn’t I…?” No censoring. No fixing. No overthinking. Just truth moving from heart to hand. ✨ Why shouldn’t I choose love anyway? ✨ Why shouldn’t I soften instead of armor up? ✨ Why shouldn’t I trust my soul more than the noise? ✨ Why shouldn’t I live as if love is stronger than fear? Even if you weren’t able to join us live, this practice is for you too. 👇 Your invitation In the comments, add your own response — just one line or a few — starting with: Why shouldn’t I… There is no right answer. There is only what’s true for you right now. In times like these, choosing love is not passive. It’s conscious. It’s courageous. It’s deeply aligned. Let’s keep anchoring that energy together 🌹 I'll start with my "Why Shouldn't I..." Why shouldn't I dance in the rain, or swing on the swingset.

Hi everyone 🤍I wanted to personally invite you to our Soul Voice Activation gathering tomorrow night. If you’re new here, Soul Voice Activation is a quiet, guided practice we return to again and again inside the Magdalene Network. It’s a way of slowing down, coming back into the body, and reconnecting with your inner knowing — without pressure to speak, share, or “do it right.” This practice grew out of years of reading, sitting in circle, and really listening — especially through our work with Meggan Watterson’s writing and Mary Magdalene’s gospel. What became clear is that Mary wasn’t teaching people what to believe. She was teaching them how to listen. That’s what we practice here. If you’ve been feeling: - unsettled or overwhelmed - clear that something is shifting, but unsure what’s next - disconnected from your body or your sense of direction - tired of thinking your way through everything This space is for you. You don’t need to prepare. You don’t need a question. You don’t need to share. Camera on is encouraged if it feels supportive, but always optional. I’d love to have you with us tomorrow night. Sometimes the most important step is simply pausing — together. 🌹Find the Soul Voice Activation Zoom here

Womb of wellness, heart of gold. Blossoming Yoni, never to be sold. I am of Magdalene, Mar of the Sea, I am pure devotion, wild and free. Holy Magdalene I commit to you I align with life I purify my vessel I ground my being I free my past I energize my sexuality I discover my creativity I claim my strength I ignite my will I open my heart I speak my truth I embody my wisdom I choose this Path of Sacred Living. I am holy. I am Whole. Holy consort of Yeshua Egg, Skull, and Cave Lady of the Last Supper Help us ride these waves