Mary Magdalene Visions
‘There is a rose blossoming in my heart and her name is Love.’
20th May 2025
The Sacred Heart is a living Rose
Morning sit, hearing these words of love in my heart: ‘I will be the gardener of your heart and you will be my rose.’ 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…. Mary spoke of the scent of love … Saying,
‘You don't know from where the scent emanates in the rose: whether from 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!
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Then we were a circle of women and Mother Magdalene offered her heart and gifts to each woman in the circle….
25th May 2025
Woman of the Fire
Such a sit… Such gratitude, such beauty. I prepared in prayer and beauty. Then I invited all the symbols who support me to be present. I invoked the four elements, the plant and animal kingdoms. I invited the highest protection. I welcomed my spirit family in love. Then I see the white deer, the white horse, the butterfly, the chalice, the divine child, the rose. We come to a lake shore and form a circle. Then each one takes their heart from their heart space and places it at the centre of our circle and a fire spontaneously ignites. I feel fire running through my body! …. I know that I am a holy woman of light. When the hearts ignite a great bonfire blazes. Then the great woman of fire, who was also me, who was also the mother, who was also Mary Magdalene, is dancing in the fire, and she is the fire. The dance of the flames is her dancing body. A blaze of joy burns in me … All the wonders of life are dancing in the fire, and are indistinguishable from each other. All is now joyous joy.
I invite the sacred masculine partner to dance with me, and our fire flows in and out of each other, just as I danced as fire with Jesus in our first reunion ten years ago. I understand that the flames are the sparks of creation. Everyone is now dancing in the fire. The deer, the chalice, the rose, the hieroglyphs. The sparks are sacred letters and writing.
Everything must be tested in the fire. It will either be destroyed or strengthened. Only that which is true survives the fire and if it does, it lives forever. Joy. Fire. Happiness. Love.
Then the vision was ending. I knew we would each come back out of the fire and return to our original form in the circle. Then I realised, we leave the fire without leaving, just as I saw the Divine Light so many years ago leave heaven without leaving. As I return or begin to return to my ‘body’, I understand that my true self lives in the fire of love, in the sacred heart… I also understand that we each carry something sacred back out of the fire.… Each carries their heart that they gave to ignite the fire in the first place. I see that I am brimming with sacred letters… I am made up of fiery golden letters, hieroglyphs, sacred books, and words of love which are mine to share. I share who I am in my books and who I am as love. Amen.
21st July 2024
Eve of the feast of The Magdalene
Seeing myself at the sacred waterfall and river in Sligo. Seeing sacred deer and deer women. I am one of them. Then each of us women is holding a fire, and every other being is also holding fire to honour The Magdalene. Women emerge out of the water, out of the deer, out of the mist. Together the women and the deer honour her. Fire, beauty, love. Then we form a circle around the river and a huge fire spontaneously arises out of the centre of the water. We know that the fire is the energy of Maria Magdalena Sophia – she burns in love in the water…. Awe. Bliss in my body, fire burning in me. Then Mary says,
‘This is my light poured out for you.
This is my love with which I fill your cup.’
22nd July 2024
Feast of The Magdalene
I heard, ‘I will meet you in the rose garden of love and there I will listen for your voice.’ Fire.
In my meditation I was scanning each of my chakras, starting at the base. I see roses blossoming at each successive one and when I reach my heart chakra fire blazed in my body. Blessed be Mary Magdalene and her sacred priestesses on earth as in heaven.
28th October 2024
Samhain
We are in the time of the opening of the veil at Samhain.
Re-reading pages of a previous journal in awe and on fire: Mary Magdalene, sacred Deer, hieroglyphs, the cosmic womb, eternal birth, the cosmic egg, the sacred heart. I began my sit, 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.
With my inner seeing, 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 are 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 is birthing love into its existence in the forms with which we are familiar. Fire is 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 recalled 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. She 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, we all are, created to discover I am Christ – that I am, we are divine.
It ended with me coming out of Mary Magdalene's fire, walking through cold water and back onto dry land. As it ended, I understood this: Inner transformation is deification and divinization. This is Jungian individuation of the 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.
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. Inner Fire - beautiful. Then I asked for the name for the book of love that 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 is 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 my true self? Then, either I invite her, or else Mary Magdalene just appears, and she is carrying a large sword. I am surprised. Yet it is a strong image. Mother Magdalene says:
"This is the Sword of Truth."
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 between receiving the Sword of Truth and the fact that I have begun to share my visions.
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 in 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, rising 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; his divinity my humanity. 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. This is the unveiling of my divinity.
And now I am ready, and I have been readied, to marry the divine masculine. Awe. When Christ masculine seeks his feminine other – he is seeking her in me. Not only in me, obviously – but for my human life to reach its highest meaning, 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. 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
Morning sit.
With my inner seeing, I am seeing a shadowy image of a golden currach, (a small Irish sailboat), take form at the water's edge. I understood the currach to be Mary Magdalene. I imagined it would be full of roses. As it became clearer, or more into focus, Mary was in the currach 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. She said that, when I love him, he will love me; when I feed him, he will feed me; when I teach him he will teach me. She said, ‘The seed of love grows in the soil of love.’
Such beauty is hard to fathom. I offered to light a fire for us on the beach and I did light one. Then Mary left, but also stayed. She said,
‘I will be with you always.’
16th July 2025
Invoking guidance on how to take more responsibility for sharing the visions out into the world. I invite Fiadh Bán (the white deer) and Mother Magdalene to guide me. I see Mary Magdalene and I high up on the mountainside of Croagh Patrick with our sacred Deer. Then Mother Magdalene and I mount our deer whose hides are covered in holy writing (as a living manuscript). As we descend the mountainside, I feel myself to merge with Fiadh’s body so that we are not two beings but one, as we ride towards the glittering sea. I realise the sea is alive and so also is 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.
21st November 2024
Morning sit. Very beautiful. I invited the blessing of the sacred rose oil to my heart, womb, and wisdom eye. I invited the image of the chalice with the rose into my inner seeing. I had seen it before in a previous vision. It appears. How beautiful. I see writing inscribed on the body of the chalice. I see some triangles, one up one down, beside each other in a row ∆∇∆∇∆∇∆∇. At first, the design was unclear, but I could see that there were triangles there. I could also see what looked like symbols or hieroglyphs. I hear,
‘The chalice that bears the rose is the chalice of my love.’ Fire!
I see that the rose sits on golden liquid in the chalice - the liquor of love. The rose feeds off the golden liquor. Then I see the sisters of the rose gathering in a circle around the central chalice. Each one drinks the liquid of love. Mary Magdalene, Brigid, Aodhammair, Mechthild of Magdeburg, Gertrude of Helfta… all the sacred women who are special to me: I know them as the women of the rose. I wonder about the blessing of my womb and heart, and I see a rose tree growing inside me. Every white leaf is sacred, every blossom holy. I know I am a priestess of the rose. Fire. Awe. I am the energy of love. I stand for, and hold the presence of love, in the world. Then I drink from the chalice and a flood of light pours into me and fills me. The golden light is love. I recognise the chalice as the chalice of the rose. Then with inner hearing, I hear again,
‘The chalice that bears the rose is the chalice of my love.’
Fire. Awe. Beauty.
(This vision is also on the Visions of the Rose page)