One year ago today, February 20, 2016, a new voice spoke during my daily meditation. A woman’s voice, gentle, yet persistent. Her voice was very different from the no-nonsense voice of my masculine Guide who has been with me since my birth. She called herself Mary Magdalene.
“I’m going crazy,” was my first thought. “This can’t be real,” was my second. Why would Mary Magdalene, a Jewish woman whom many (including me) believe to have been the wife of Jesus and mother to at least one daughter, talk to me, a little pagan woman in a little American town?
She reminded me that I had been preparing for our meeting for years. “Look at your bookshelves,” she said. “You have read everything you could find about me for years. And besides,” she said, “the Magdalene was just one of my incarnations. Many people in many lands have known me by many names.”
“You must deliver my message to people who know and trust you,” she said. “You are uniquely able to reach specific people who are open, and who are ready, to receive my information. Many others also are speaking for me right now, but not to the people you can reach.” I was surprised to learn that she presents herself to many around the globe today. Sure enough, a google search proved it. Many are channeling parts of Mary Magdalene’s message.
You may think I’m crazy – I certainly have thought so over the past year. I certainly did not believe what – and who – I was hearing. I certainly did not believe I should risk delivering dispatches from this discarnate voice. History shows it is risky for someone to be the bearer of such information.
Yet, as the communication continued during my meditations, a pattern of light and hope emerged, even as it seemed the world around me grew darker and more frightening. Mary Magdalene became more insistent that I needed to speak her message. I resisted. We compromised on this date – today – as the time to begin.
The lesson Mary Magdalene insists I deliver is one of hope, although there were aspects of her message that initially terrified me. Over the past year, I have dubbed Mary Magdalene’s missive as an REM song: “It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.”
It isn’t the end of the world like you might think. We really need to conceptualize the end of the world according to Mary Magdalene as the beginning of a world filled with promise, love and hope. As I post more about the communication I received over the past year – and continue to receive – more details will be revealed.
For now, know that all is not lost. Events that appear chaotic and frightening are, in fact, the beginnings of a way of being and doing that the world has never seen before. And we are all a part of this amazing shift in energy.
I’ll stop for now, with more coming in the next few days.
In the meantime, I end this post the way Mary Magdalene always ends her communication with me:
“May the light of the divine continue to dwell within you, beloved daughter.”
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