Dearest Ones, are you plagued with parts of yourself that you perceive to be unworthy of love?
Are you hiding yourself in the darkness, because you are afraid if people see you for who you truly are, that you will not be loved?
Are you keeping yourself from yourself, not speaking your truth for fear that those secrets of your Soul are so deep that you once exposed, you will be hunted and destroyed?
Mary Magdalene has come out of the shadows to hear your call. She is here to remind us that every part of our perceived ugliness can be touched by the love and light of compassion. She is here for us to unburden our secrets and allow the light of healing to fall on the darkest parts of our hearts.
Before reading this channelled piece of writing, please sit in a quiet place. When you read these words they activate deep in your psyche re remembering of deep cell memory. Stories hold the key to our subconscious world and they bypass our conscious in order to go deeper within our psyche. This has a more lasting effect and also helps us uncover truth within ourselves. You the reader are the main character in this story. These sacred stories send you into a deep meditative state that connect you to the Divine within yourself and unlock deep mysteries within.
In the wilderness I scramble, my heart racing with terror. Shadows appearing like ghost from a hidden past. My heart pounds, tasting the salt from the sweat and tears running down my cheeks. Is this a nightmare or is it real? I can’t determine this for myself, this haunting this searing of myself. Caught between illusion and reality. Hiding myself, scared of exposure. My mind racing what if I get caught being myself will it cost me my life? What if they find out I’ m not the perfection I portray, will they stop loving me? I’ve played this role for so long now, even I don’t know what’s real. Deceiving myself robbing myself, the secret the lies, the pretense. Is it that that’s driving me Crazy or is it the shadows of my own lack of existence?
In the darkness I see nothing but the void of my own emptiness, yet I feel a presence. A hand from the darkness pulls me out of the ditch of despair that I had made a home. I feel the pulling motion as a force pulls me out of the darkness into the light. I struggle for I want to remain hidden in the shadows.
Then with the dawning of the Sun I see her. She has pulled me out of the depths of darkness into the dawning of another day.
Her dark hair loose and blowing in the wind as She stands her eyes penetrating every cell of my being with both wonderment and pity. Her silky voice is like a healing balm on my already distressed soul.
Why are you hiding your glory O wondrous One?
I look around in curiosity is it me she is talking to?
She points at me
It’s you I’m talking to
She takes hold of my wrist and pulls me towards Her.
I feel Her fiery breath as She booms
What have you done to yourself? Why are you cowering in the hidden realms? When the wealth of the world is yours for the taking? Do you know who I am, do you remember? It is me Magdalene, Mary Magdalene.
I look in wonder, She sits next to me and looks deeply into my weary eyes.
Do not distress dearest I am here, I know that you have fought your demons and at times its felt like there has been no end to the struggle. I understand what it is to lose everything. I have been called a whore and hypocrite. I have been defamed and deserted. I have had my dignity, my love and Divinity stolen. Yet I said nothing. I was stoned I was shamed, called Satan and dragged into the depths of living hell. Yet I stood tall with the inner knowing that I am Goddess, nothing not even death could take that away from Me. I have walked the path of Divinity with my Beloved. I know what it is to have your beating heart ripped out of your Soul whilst you are still alive. Yet I lived.
I am the Crimson Lady, I am the darkness the wild passion the imperfection, the indignity, the depths of ecstasy, the wilderness, the abandoned lust. That which you cannot ignore that which tears you apart with its raging fires and destroys you. Yet in that destruction you are somehow reborn.
Do not hide away show every part of yourself dearest, every part of you is longing to be loved. The imperfection, the disgrace and shame, those hidden parts long to be in the light, to be healed through love and attention they can no longer be ignored. You can no longer be hidden. You must reclaim the fragmented parts of yourself. I will not allow you to throw away all that I endured for nothing. I have endured all that pain because I knew that one day I would be a source of love, compassion and inspiration. For all those that seek to be seen, heard and loved despite their imperfection, despite the fear of being crucified.
Those who want to shed light on those shame ridden parts of themselves, that externally they hear they need to keep hidden. Yet despite the apparent danger they cannot keep hidden, they cannot keep that secret any longer. They are compelled to expose themselves to the light of Love. To be loved completely. Every part of their perceived ugliness to be kissed by Cupid himself.
I wept in Her arms, allowing my tears to carry the burden of many lifetimes of being hidden, being tortured, killed and prevented from speaking my truth. No longer will I run from myself, no longer will I keep quiet about the truth of who I am.
As if hearing my every thought She looks deeply into my eyes and her eyes deep and magnetic. She states;
Yes you are the Goddess you must reclaim yourself, stand tall in the light of the day to be seen and heard. You are my daughter my heir let no one convince you that you are any less than Divinity. When your doubts try to pull you away from your path, call on Me I will hold you, I will console you and I will strengthen your will and purify your mind. Now is the time my daughter my love. Do not be afraid of your own power.
With these words she was gone and I looked back at the wilderness that I had traveled. The light of day had transformed those barren and banished lands into a beautiful fertile oasis of grace. The past no longer haunted me as I had changed my perception, for now it is the fertile soil from which I had grown.
©Layla at Surya Therapy
Art by Various Unknown artists
Feature Image by Esoterica Zosimoto