Over the summer of 2024, I was studying IT at my local college and felt quietly lost. I didn’t have a clear sense of direction, only a growing feeling that something in my life needed attention. Around that time, I began experimenting with automatic writing. I approached it carefully and without expectations, unsure whether anything meaningful would come of it. I had no spiritual background, and much of what appeared at first felt unfamiliar, fragmented, and difficult to understand. What came through were small pieces of poetic language that I questioned, tested, and often doubted. As I continued the practice, a figure identified as Mary Magdalene introduced herself in the writing. I did not immediately accept this as truth. Instead, I treated it as something to be examined over time. I paid attention to patterns, tone, and consistency, while remaining uncertain about what I was encountering. Gradually, the material led me toward books and historical perspectives that described Mary Magdalene in ways very different from what was perceived through the church. Rather than offering answers, these discoveries deepened my questions. Studying Mary Magdalene’s life introduced me to teachings of the Gnostic Gospels and the sacred feminine, ideas challenged me both intellectually and emotionally. These teachings did not arrive as finished conclusions, but as questions that continue to open and evolve. What I am engaged in now is not a place of arrival or authority, but an ongoing responsibility to listen carefully and remain honest with the process. I cover most of my story in my book and website about how my introduction to the Magdalene changed my life.

2019, the year I started learning more about the real Mary Magdalene. Hail and welcome Mary Magdalene.

Someone left a post about sacred orgasms on FB. I though that you may like to see my comment:💖 Aren't the entrances of cathedrals supposed to be vaginas? There are roses above them, aka clitoris? This is the path to God. In "Secret Teachings of Mary Magdalene", by Claire Nahmad, she talks of The Rose of Sharon, aka a giant entrance in the Heavens with a rose at the top. The rose is Mary Magdalene. There's a story in "Hot Chocolate for the Mystical Lovers Soul" it tells of a woman who has cancer, goes out of body, sees a giant vagina in the Sky, enters it, and is healed upon her return to earth.

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Hi everyone, Thank you for opening up this space I will write authentically and from my heartspace It might not be spelled correctly as English isn’t my mother language. When i think about how to respond the question of where my Mary story started or where to start. My answer would be that i can feel now the ancient thread that it started way before me, although when i look at my personal life i came to realize this Mary energy is something that has been in my life since i was a little girl. It came with me when my parents named me Esther Priscilla and with that i carried it ever since. I could write a paper alone on that. But to share what it meant for me throughout my life is that i knew names carried meaning and i remember trying to understand or grasp the depth of this meaning since i was a little girl. My father & his mother are the ones who ignited my interest in esoteric wisdom and reading but honoring Mary and learning about her path came through to my father. Now, there is many good things to write and sadly there’s also many shadows I encountered, i don’t want to make this post too long… I saw my father struggling with his alcoholic spirit demon in the bottle & loosing from depression and surrendering to illness, i saw my grandmother as a strong woman, yet captured & surrendered in a relationship with a man who kind of controlled her. I saw my brother die and leave his 3 young children behind…and so much more… this all happened during puberty, a pivotal age…but this made me see and choose…Off course it wasn’t easy! But i can say it gave me strength to say “no” to a lifestyle of numbing pain & grieve at very young but tempting age where and when many of my friend did give into this. Or to say “no” at all… I found my strength from my own artistical creative forces and ofcourse was led by the outspoken charismatic and sometimes controversial ideas of my father. No, didn’t always agree, because i decided i liked the quote “the masses are not always right”, which my father’s friend printed out on a t-shirt. And i painted this on the inside of my wooden box of paints carrying it to artschool at 14years old. It wasn’t about just wanting to rebel, it was thought through, and the urge for wanting to form my own thoughts and ideas and be strong when i need to! (That was how i wanted it to be or how i felt at the time, but of course life is more complicated than proclaiming a core feeling in a moment in time!).