The Ring from the Earth On the night when the earth itself became still enough to be heard, Clara did not step away from it—she sank deeper into it. The dream did not begin in the sky, not in light, but below. There where roots remember. Where footsteps remain. Where the earth knows the names of those who have been faithful to her for a long time. Clara knelt. Not out of humility, but out of familiarity. She had touched this ground often. With bare feet. With a weary body. With prayers that did not want to rise upward, but sink downward. The red path had taught her that the earth is not a symbol, but a counterpart. That one does not ask her, but listens. That truth has weight. Between stones and fine dust, something lay hidden. No shine. No call. A ring. It was warm, as if it had rested long in the depths. Its gold was matte, worn by time, not by ornament. Clara lifted it slowly, knowingly. She knew: this ring was not a gift from outside. It was a gift of the earth itself. A bond that had existed for a long time—sealed through walking, enduring, remaining. When she stood up, the ring was on her toe. Not wrong. Not accidental. It reminded her that every bond is first made with the earth. That one binds oneself by walking. Step by step. Through cold, heat, doubt. That one is carried, as long as one does not flee. But Clara also knew: What comes from the earth must not be trampled. What is holy wishes to be honored. Gently, she removed the ring. Not to separate herself from the earth, but to hold consciously what it had given her. She placed it on her hand. There where decision lives. Where responsibility becomes tangible. In that moment, Mary Magdalene stepped beside her. Not exalted. Not distant. She too knelt. Her hands were earth-familiar. Her feet knew dust. Her path had taught her to remain with the body when everything else fled. She had anointed, not spiritualized. Wept, not explained. Endured, not repressed. “You are not leaving the earth,” she said calmly. “You are carrying her forward.”

Hello everyone, my name is Monika, and I am grateful to be here. My path with Mary Magdalene began in Glastonbury, where I was deeply touched by the land and its ancient memory. In St. Margaret’s Chapel, I received what I can only describe as an inner initiation into the Rose Temple – a moment of quiet recognition rather than ceremony, something that settled in my body and heart. Last year, I spent some time walking this Magdalene path within a circle and participated in a sequence of teachings connected to the Rose tradition. That journey, however, came to an unexpected ending. What dissolved there was not my connection to Magdalene, but the outer form that held it. This experience brought both grief and clarity. It asked me to return to what is essential, to walk more slowly, and to trust a guidance that does not depend on belonging to a particular group. Mary Magdalene has remained a living presence for me – as a guide of truth, dignity, embodiment, and devotion. I experience her path as one that invites honesty, gentleness, and the courage to stay with what is real, even when forms fall away. I have joined the Magdalene Network with an open heart, not to replace what was lost, but to continue listening, learning, and walking this path in a way that feels grounded and sincere. With warmth, Monika

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