Things are breaking loose in my body. The pain I’ve been carrying for years, tension, spasms, there’s a deep release happening. I have fibromyalgia and even wearing clothes hurts often, I have full body numbness, tingling, and spasms. I’ve lived with squeezing rib pain that goes back years and had ER visits for spasms in my chest the were so bad I thought I was having a heart attack. I couldn’t wear a bra for five years (not that I want to, but they’re occasionally nice for my big ol grandma knockers, especially for sweat catching purposes) until very recently and they have to be very soft bralette type things even now. But something is changing. I’m having more good-ish days. I can feel things loosening, even my jaw and shoulders are more relaxed instead of bracing from pain or for life’s impacts. I’m even feeling my throat relaxing and that is the hardest one to explain, but the muscles aren’t squeezing as tightly. It’s like there’s an unbinding happening in me physically. Woman, though art loosed. For real. And, I’m suddenly able to drop deeply into my heart space in a new and profound way when I’m meditating. I am seeing a glowing and pulsing portal in the center of me that my mind takes me to over and over, and the coolest part (there are no coincides) is that it looks like the art I’ve been creating for literal years- Virgin Mary/portal/vagina/divine feminine symbols. I’ve collected them, painted them, drawn them, and create embroidery art of them. I thought I’d been staring at too much of my embroidery work lately when it first started happening. But now I’m certain I’ve been leading myself here. For years and years my Knowing, my subconscious, Source, all the Mary’s were guiding me to this place. This place inside me that is connecting me to the divine and to my own divinity for what feels like my soul’s homecoming. And, to have found it at this exact moment and crossroads, when my healing heart needs it most, I am in all sorts of WHOA. There’s a glittery disco ball portal of light in my heart space and I want to live there full time. Or go through it to see what’s on the other side. Maybe this is what rebirth feels like. Go. Toward. The. Light. 🌹

Sisters, We are still reveling in the aftermath of the Magdalene Rising Summit. For six months, this gathering lived in our calendars, our conversations, our late-night messages, our planning documents, our prayers, and our hearts. What you witnessed over these four days was the result of an extraordinary collaboration among colleagues, speakers, volunteers, and women who believed deeply enough in this work to keep showing up for it. But none of it would have mattered without you. You took time out of your lives to be present. You rearranged schedules, joined from different time zones, listened with open hearts, asked thoughtful questions, and allowed yourselves to receive. We are genuinely humbled by the number of people who chose to show up for themselves and for one another. And yes, we hit what felt like every possible technical problem at once when we opened the summit on the first day. For a few minutes, the machinery had apparently decided to stage its own initiation ceremony. 😅 But even in that moment, we felt guided by Mary. And we felt held by this community. You were gracious. You were patient. You were encouraging and kind. Instead of feeling judged while we found our footing, we felt surrounded by women quietly saying, We are here. Keep going. That changed everything. At one point, I looked out at the sea of faces on Zoom, and I felt nothing but love. There was no fear of speaking. No fear of saying the wrong thing. No need to perform or prove anything. I even threw out my script, the very script that is supposed to keep me safely on track, because I felt such a strong pull to speak from my heart and become fully present with you. Carrie and Linda have both shared that they felt the same thing. Something happens when women feel safe enough to stop presenting and begin speaking from the soul. We remember that we can do anything when we stand together. So please keep telling your stories. Keep sharing what brought you here, what opened you, what challenged you, and what you are beginning to remember. Somewhere, another woman is having the same experience and wondering whether she is alone.

After watching the Magdalene Rising Summit for the last few years, I felt the urge to answer your invitation to join the community. My former "awakening" community that I participated in since 2020 has dwindled from over 1,000 participants to a core group and now just a few dear souls. Only a few had any knowledge of Mother Mary or Mary Magdalene, much less the Divine Feminine. My personal spiritual journey is quite deep and complicated and my effort to find women with a similar experience or at least a knowledge of the same has been sparce. I will be open to sharing more as I come to know you and join in. Thank you and bless you! 🌹aka Contemplative Rose 🌹

My ex will be filing our divorce papers sometime today. I feel so ready after months of initiating myself and preparation for crossing this threshold. I literally anointed myself with oils every single day, including frankincense and myrrh, for an entire year without realizing the subtle ritual I've been doing. I am holding all the complex emotions all at once today, but I know this is the right next step toward my resurrection. My Soul Voice has been trying to get me out of this marriage for years. May it be the very last time I ignore my Knowing for so long. And what an auspicious time with Barbault's Basket this week and the Summit and Mary's feast day! I feel so held through it all. It's no accident I found y'all and this glorious space at this crossroads! Praise be to all the Marys.🌹

The Magdalene Awakening Is the Hero’s Journey of Our Time On her feast day, perhaps the most sacred thing we can do is stop hiding the stories that brought us back to life. Every day, I encounter another one. Someone who survived an illness that rearranged everything they believed. Someone whose marriage collapsed and took her identity with it. Someone who lost the job, the house, the parent, the plan, the future they thought they were building. Someone who hit rock bottom face-first, paid an unspeakable price, and somehow crawled out carrying wisdom. They are young. They are old. They are religious, atheist, wealthy, broke, educated, ordinary, skeptical, and occasionally the last human being on earth you would expect to start talking about spiritual awakening. But they are talking. About synchronicities. Intuition. Trauma. Purpose. Energy. God. The soul. The strange sense that the worst thing that ever happened to them was also the event that finally cracked their life open. This shit is happening everywhere.😬 And I have begun to wonder whether we are watching millions of private catastrophes, or whether humanity itself has entered the Hero’s Journey. The pattern is ancient. First comes the call. Sometimes it arrives as longing. Sometimes as restlessness. Sometimes as a quiet knowing that the life you are living is no longer the life you came here to live. More often, we ignore it. So the call becomes louder. The body breaks down. The marriage ends. The career disappears. The belief system cracks. The identity we spent decades constructing begins to collapse under the weight of everything it can no longer contain. We call this failure. We call it bad luck. We call it illness, divorce, grief, burnout, betrayal, rock bottom. But our ancestors may have called it initiation. The Hero’s Journey begins when the old world can no longer hold the person we are becoming. It leads us away from the familiar, down into the underworld, through fear, loss, confusion, and confrontation with everything we have avoided.