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.”

Someone posted the Cathar Creed in the FB group. It moved me so I wanted to share it here The Church of Love It has no fabric – only understanding. It has no membership – save those who know they belong. It has no rivals – because it is non-competitive. It has no ambition, because it only seeks to serve. It knows of no boundaries for nationalisms are unloving. It is not of itself because it seeks to enrich all groups and religions. It acknowledges all great teachers of all the ages who have shown the truth of Love. Those who participate, practise the Truth of Love in all their daily being. There is no walk of life or nationality that is a barrier. Those who are, know. It seeks not to teach but to be, and by being, enrich. It recognizes the collectivity of all humanity and that we are all one with the One. It recognizes that the way we are may be the way of those around us because we are that way. It recognizes the whole planet as a Being, of which we are a part. It recognizes that the time has come for the supreme transmutation, the ultimate alchemical act, the conscious change of the ego into a voluntary return to the whole. It does not proclaim itself with a loud voice but in the subtle realms of loving. It salutes all those in the past who have blazoned the path but paid the price. It admits of no hierarchy or structure, for no one is greater than another. Its members shall know each other by their deeds and being and their eyes and by no other outward sign, save the fraternal embrace. Each one will dedicate his or her life to the silent loving of their neighbor and environment and the planet, whilst carrying out their daily task, however exalted or humble. It recognizes the supremacy of the great idea which may only be accomplished if the human race practices the supremacy of Love. It has no rewards to offer, either here or in the hereafter, save that of the ineffable joy of being and loving. Its members shall seek only to advance the cause of understanding, within whichever church, group or family they happen to be.

The following is an excerpt from The Way of the Rose, which was our inspiration for Sacred Petitions of the Rose, held everyday, 10am, est for premium members and Saturday for ALL. “Journey through a dozen different religious traditions, noting the problems they share in common, and eventually you will realize they have a hard time with one of two things—women or conversation. Sometimes they suppress one, and sometimes the other. Usually, it is both. The circle we gather in to pray the rosary is the antidote to these problems, although it might take a while for the implicitly feminine wisdom of that circle to sink in. Arrange the chairs so that you can see one another, talk to one another, support one another, and get to know one another, and it’s hard to preserve a hierarchy, much less a patriarchy. Circles are inclusive. Circles invite conversation. Circles privilege whoever happens to be speaking at the time. The pulpit-to-pew model turns that ancient circle into a line. With the chairs or the meditation cushions all facing the front, it is shockingly easy to abdicate responsibility for our lives to some spiritual authority or institution. Every seat becomes a hideout. It becomes effortless to avoid the question of who we are and what we really want. But you can’t hide in a circle. And eventually, after you’ve spent enough time there, you don’t want to. Of course, the wisdom of all this is implicit in the rosary itself. The circle we sit in mirrors the circle of beads, and just as we “tell” each bead in saying the rosary, at our meetings each of us, one by one, tells our story. We journey through the mysteries of life together, sharing our triumphs and disappointments, voicing our concerns and our dreams. We listen to one another, get to know each other, becoming closer and more intimate every time we meet. We don’t need spiritual leaders to pray the rosary, we only need spiritual friends. Even so, many of us arrive at our first rosary circle with those linear, hierarchical notions still in place. In the absence of any priest or guru, we may feel that someone, maybe the Goddess, ought to be in charge. But we don’t worship Our Lady at our meetings. We don’t put the Virgin on a pedestal. We invite her to take a seat among us. Gradually, we begin to hear her in one another’s voices. In learning how to talk with each other, we learn how to talk to Our Lady—spontaneously, playfully, honestly.

There’s a question I can’t stop circling: Do we really want the truth or do we just like the adrenaline rush of almost discovering it? Because going down a rabbit hole sounds romantic until you realize it doesn’t come with a ladder. At first, it feels empowering. You start questioning systems you were told not to question. Food. Medicine. Beauty. Media. Authority. Control. You begin to notice patterns. Incentives. Who profits and who pays the price. And then something unsettling happens. You see too much. Once you really start pulling threads, you’re forced to confront an uncomfortable possibility: what if we are far more controlled than we want to believe? Not in a sci-fi, tinfoil-hat way. In a banal, bureaucratic, market-tested, perfectly legal way. We are told what to eat, what to wear, how to age, how to heal, how to behave. Our minds are sponges, and marketing knows this. Our egos crave belonging more than truth. We don’t want what’s good for us. We want what signals that we fit in. Herd mentality isn’t an insult. It’s a survival instinct that’s been hijacked. So we eat food stripped of nutrients and preserved for shelf life, not vitality. We live in chemically saturated environments and call it convenience. We inject neurotoxins into our faces to look younger while our bodies quietly accumulate damage. We trust systems that profit from keeping us dependent while convincing ourselves we’re making “informed choices.” And even when we know this is absurd, we still participate. Because doctors approve it. Because everyone else is doing it. Because stopping would require admitting we’ve built entire lives on assumptions that no longer hold. This isn’t stupidity. It’s cognitive dissonance on a mass scale. And yet, for me, this realization didn’t begin with food or beauty or medicine. It began with religion. _____________________________________ The Magdalene Thread In usual Sandi fashion, I have nearly exhausted my “conspiracy theories” about the development of Christianity and the Catholic Church. Not casually. Not emotionally. But methodically, across philosophy, archaeology, theology, mysticism, science, and art history.

Many women who arrive here already know something important. You’ve questioned the story you were handed. You’ve seen the feminine erased. You’ve felt Magdalene as more than a symbol. You can’t unsee what you now see. That’s Awakening. And for many, Awakening feels powerful… and destabilizing at the same time. There’s insight, but not always ease. Clarity, but not always grounding. Truth, but not yet embodiment. This is where many spiritual paths stop. The Magdalene Path doesn’t. The free space exists to awaken, question, remember, and reclaim what was silenced. It’s where the fire is lit and the veil is lifted. The Inner Circle exists for what comes after that moment. Integration asks a different question: 👉How do I live this in my body, my relationships, my daily life?👉How do I trust my soul’s guidance instead of overriding it? 👉How do I stop circling insight and begin embodiment? That is the work we do inside the Inner Circle. If you find yourself resonating deeply with the teachings here, but also feeling tender, overwhelmed, or unsure how to move forward without losing yourself, that’s not a sign you need more information. It’s a sign you’re ready for integration. You are not behind. You are exactly where you need to be. And if you’re ready to walk this next part of the path in sisterhood, we would be honored to walk with you. 🌹 Ready to Walk the Next Part of the Path? If this space has helped you see differently, and you’re ready to learn how to live what you already know, the Inner Circle is your next step. 🌹 Join the Inner Circle here → https://www.skool.com/the-magdalene-network/about?ref=182a034921ad488fb9826d1f98ab2f82