Mary Magdalene Visions
‘There is a rose blossoming in my heart and her name is Love.’
28th October 2024
Samhain
Joy and awe to sit this morning at this time of the opening of the veil at Samhain. I re-read pages in the previous journal in awe and on Fire. Reading of Mary Magdalene, sacred Deer, hieroglyphs, the cosmic womb, eternal birth, the cosmic egg, the sacred heart. I began my sit in awe and on fire, asking for more understanding of the emergence of the Self and the transformation of the ego, or the sidestepping of the ego to allow the golden aura of the true Self to emerge.
Then, I was seeing Mary Magdalene as fire ablaze in the lake of water. I entered the water to honour her, and instantly I was in her fire as her. I knew I held the cosmic egg in my womb and then I saw the eternal birthing of love as the sacred heart out of my womb – a flood of lights flowing into existence. Hearts, roses, hieroglyphs, starlight, each knowing and holding the gift it will incarnate in a unique creation, whether that is in human, natural or spiritual form. My body and mind on fire. Stupendous awe to see the flood, the eternal birthing of life that is eternal. I understood, ‘That which lives and dies is forgotten. That which lives, lives forever.’ The Sacred womb birthing love into its existence and into our world too in the forms with which we are familiar. Fire ablaze in the waters of the womb. I saw dark stars also and saw how some humans welcome the darkness and embrace it and are driven by it. I heard the phrase from the Bible: The children of the light are reluctant to embrace their essence and light in the way children of the darkness embrace the dark.
I understood that Love will not impose herself. It must be received in cooperation and co-creation. Rebirth in Spirit is the inner transformation.
For a long time I was enjoying the fire burning in my heart and the inner seeing of cosmic creation. I heard, ‘You live in heaven now, you need, never leave.’ and I knew myself in heaven as much as I am in my own home. I called to Christ in me and outside me… and slowly accepted Christ in me, as me. I am created to discover I am Christ – that I am divine.
As it ended, I understood this — Inner transformation is deification and divinization. This is the Jungian Self, it is the divine birth of the true Self. All is fire, all is joy, all is one. Again and again, I looked around at the sacred deer, roses, golden symbols, a river of life full of these gifts. One minute I see roses, next I see hieroglyphs, … all the same essences – shapeshifting, I suppose.
It ended with me coming out of Mary Magdalene's fire, walking through cold water and back onto dry land. That's when I understood this is divinization. At the very end, I held two stars, one in each hand — one at my womb and one at my heart. As I walked back to our world, the light of where I had been faded from sight, like the moon disappearing in daylight.
10th December 2024
Morning sit. Fire - beautiful. Then I asked for the name for the book of love I am writing from these journals. I invited Mother Magdalena to help me... I saw her taking the book from her heart... It was both her heart and also a book...She said,
‘In this book is my heart. This book is my heart. My heart is in this book….’
A wondrous understanding of how love inscribes itself onto the human heart and transmits itself through books of love... The book of the sacred heart and of the sacred womb. The womb of love, the womb of Christ.
30th January 2025
The Sword of Truth
Morning sit.
In my inner seeing I envisage myself on Croagh Patrick. The white deer is by my side... I am hearing again, "My sacred heart is opening.... My sacred heart is opening in you." A flood of love as fire running through me. I join my heart and my prayer to every other heart praying for peace on earth and praying for the Holy Land.
Asking my ego-self to step aside... and I ask, Who am I when I am as my true self? Then, either I invite her, or else Mary Magdalene just appears, and she is carrying a large sword. I am surprised. I wonder is this influenced by watching The Hobbit movie last night. Yet it is a strong image. Mother Magdalene says:
"This is the Sword of Truth."
(I had never heard such a name before.) Mother Magdalene was handing it to me and speaking, saying to me,
"You have earned the Sword of Truth because you have fought for truth in your being. You have struggled to understand the difference between truth and historical speaking. You have struggled to distinguish truth from non-truth.”*
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“The mystics speak truth by using language in its purest form. You now speak truth, so you have earned the Sword of Truth. You must speak truth to earn the sword… and only by holding the sword can one speak truth….”
Resonating with what I heard previously about my true voice, that
“Truth will not be spoken by a voice that is not true: Truth will only be spoken by a true voice and a true voice will only speak truth... They meet each other in the act of speaking truth.”
Sensing inside me a deep connection to the fact that I recorded some of my visions in audio format yesterday... two visions about the deer and about finding my true voice!
*(This references an essay I wrote in the Philosophy of Language module in UCD, when I distinguished two types of language... and later Pareyson put words on it, and then later again, so too did Carl Jung.)
20th of February 2025
I was praying: ‘Let my sacred heart open in your sacred heart…. Let my sacred womb be in your sacred womb….’ Hearing, ‘My sacred heart is opening in you.’ I was on fire with sublime holiness. I prayed into the holiness, ‘Let it be you and me who receives you in me.’ (I know I cannot contain the divinity of God - God must hold God's own self in me.) Then I saw myself as a golden chalice and Christ as the sun rising out of my body, out of the chalice that my body had become. We are one.
Likely prompted by what I have been reading in Jung about how these sacred energies must be balanced, I was feeling Christ masculine so strongly, so I asked, ‘Where is Mary Magdalene?’ Then slowly, very slowly, it dawned on me, that Mary Magdalene, the energy of the divine feminine is …. in …. me ….!! That Christ-masculine, all along has been meeting his divine feminine counterpart in me. That this is the embodying and the integration of my divine essence, my feminine divine essence, and my accepting it as who I am. I saw the rose of love grow out of my womb and blossom in my heart.
I began to realise in awe that the divine feminine – in so far as my human self can ever fully encounter her – must encounter her in my own self. AWE. Thinking that when Christ has said to me over and over again, ‘We are one.’ ‘I am you, you are me.’, that this is what he has meant. That we are one – made up of his masculine and my feminine. Never before did I appreciate that masculine Christ needs, the feminine Christ to be whole. I am in awe, AWE. I am in deep and silent awe.
Then I realised that I hold all this in my Being. I hold Life in my womb. I birth Life out of my womb. I am mother to all life. Elder to all life – all at the same time. Married to Christ in divine union, we say with one voice: ‘I am night, I am day. I am darkness, I am light. I am earth, I am sky. I am the stars and the moon. I am mother and daughter, father and son, I am all opposites. What I hear and speak are one.
I slowly realise the divine feminine is who I am in my eternal being … and indeed must be if all I believe is true. During this temporary human experience on earth I must allow this divine essence to enter, merge, integrate with my humanity — as a great light entering me, infusing me with her divinity. I drew a picture of the light entering my human form. This is the unveiling of my divinity.
And now I am ready, and I have been readied, to marry the divine masculine. Awe, awe, awe. When Christ masculine seeks his feminine other – he is seeking her in me. Awe, awe, awe. Not only in me, obviously – but for my human life to reach its highest meaning and actualization and divinization – I must allow the divine feminine to rise in me – integrate into my humanity and join the divine masculine. The masculine Christ has been calling forth the feminine Christ in me, from me, through me, all along.
So Jung's anima, animus, can be expressed at the sacred level of divine anima and animus also. Yeshua and Mary Magdalene are human archetypes, even though that sounds like a contradiction, it isn't. They are incarnations of the archetype of the divine masculine and the divine feminine – living as one.
Awe beyond words. Then I heard,
‘The resurrection of the feminine Christ – the divine feminine.’
Then Christ said,
‘Just as you waited outside my tomb – I am waiting outside yours. I will watch over your resurrection. …. You will rise from the dead and live in your resurrected body and we shall live together as one. I will be the gardener of your heart and you will be my rose.’
24th April 2025
Seeing a shadowy image of a golden currach, (an Irish boat), take form at the water's edge. I understood it to be Mary Magdalene. I imagined it would be full of roses. As it became clearer, or more into focus, Mary was holding a baby in her arms. I heard,
‘I have planted the seed of my love in the womb of my love.’
Awe. Then, Mary handed the baby to me. I was surprised. She reminded of something Bridgid said me years ago,
"You are the mother now."
Mary then said that everything I need will come from loving the infant. When I love him, he will love me; when I feed him, he will feed me; when I teach him he will teach me. The seed of love grows in the soil of love.
Such beauty is hard to fathom. I offered to and I did light a fire for us on the beach Mary left, but also stayed. She said,
‘I will be with you always.’
20th May 2025
The Sacred Heart is a living Rose
"I will be the gardener of your heart and you will be my rose.” Fire!
Morning sit, hearing these words of love in my heart. Seeing the pink quartz cave again. Seeing a woman, a queen, a priestess, as if emerging from the wall of the cave and come towards me. I knew her as Mary Magdalene. She held out her hands, saying, "I give you my heart.” In her hands was a blossoming pink rose — living, alive, animated…. She spoke of the scent of love … Saying,
‘You don't know from where the scent emanates in the rose: its petals, its seeds, … Yet the scent flows out for all to enjoy. Let the scent of my love flow from the words of your love…. They will travel the world as once pilgrims walked the earth in my name. Your words of love will travel the world like the scent of a rose’. Fire!
I inquired about the pink rose quartz of the cave walls. She said to me,
"This is not of the earth, but it holds the vibration of love. When someone attunes to the vibration of love, they connect to this frequency.’
Then Mother Magdalene offered her heart and gifts to each woman in the circle. Then I realised that Jesus was with a group of men, brothers in white, beside us. They moved towards us, and Jesus and Mary joined together. I said to my companion, ‘I will be your rose and you will be the gardener of my heart.’
16th July 2025
Invoking guidance on how to take more responsibility for sharing the visions out into the world. I invite Fiadh Bán, Mother Magdalene, to guide me. I see us on a mountainside, Croagh Patrick, and Mother Magdalene and I mount our deer whose hides are covered in holy writing (as a living manuscript). I feel myself to merge with Fiadh’s body so that we are not two beings, but one, as we descend the mountainside towards the glittering sea. I realise the sea is alive and also the river glittering in the sunlight. As we descend Mother Magdalene speaks to me. She says,
“As Moses brought the law down the mountain, carved on blocks of stone, we carry the law of love inscribed on our hearts.”
Fire! We stop by the riverbank and there are many golden lighted fawns playing on the bank. As we rested, the letters, words, and pages of manuscripts inscribed on our Deer hides, and the writing inscribed on our hearts, lifted spontaneously, floated through the air and entered the river as golden gifts into the flowing water. The words were falling off the pages like golden hieroglyphs, like ripe fruit falling off the Tree of Life. It was beautiful to watch and to let the words flow out of my heart and into the river.
That was the end of the vision and my sense is that is all I need to do for now. To let the words of my visions flow out to the world for whomever and wherever they are destined.