Setting: I’d called in my Soul Parents for further enlightenment after I‘d claimed ‘all my gifts‘ that were just bestowed upon me. Would you have anymore to share, my Dear Parents?
Dearest Mary(Magdalyn) ~ Would you tell me about the heat, colors, and textures of beautiful compassion?
MM: “Compassion is as red as blood, that viscousy fluid flowing throughout your veins, flowing inside, encased, contained within the human form.’
‘Yet, this flowing beingness flows throughout all life;throughout the rivers of the sun; the salt beds of the oceans; the particulated platelets of the universal endocrine system. In the fields of knowing, of beingness, the formation/transformation glistens with the newness.’
‘When verdicts no longer assail or are acted upon; when phenomena happens as it is, the press releases of pain, no longer scar/seed/or erode the flow blood is. Then, it’s reconnected gift of the Shining, everlasting living waters of all the suns Blood is; then, the fluid cellular membranous messenger ~ the playing field of All-That-Is.’
‘Compassion, with substance, lives, even transformed elementally ~ breathed in and out.’
There’s a somewhat disturbing shift of scene. Mary Magdalyn feels heavy in the sense of substantial more/with a message/just can‘t quite describe this?? She is a robed, hooded figure now.
“Dearest Mother, I invite you to reveal as much of yourself/your teachings as possible. Isn’t it time for you to come forth with your blessings as well?”
I half expected her to pull back her hood and have the beautiful sun as her face ~~ Indeed, not only was that a part of the picture with 2 eagles flying across the Sun. All the earth’s creatures/mountains, terrains, and richness of elemental beingness was exposed as she opened and, at first, lay down her black/brown robe. She looked at me, bent over, picked the robe up and handed it to me.
I was astonished by what this was!! The robe itself, was the finely woven sod of our beloved Mother earth, as if the secrets of the best service to our mother Earth had been lost, hidden, malformed without this living knowingness, reawakening of the powerful ‘personage’ of the Divine Mary Magdalyn.
Even, Christ, as the Cosmic I Am, the Cosmic Song, the Cosmic ‘Hum’ has been dimmed until now. These times that, not only remove the veils; these times offer us the New Now gifting for all.
My heart, at first, gasped at this amazing unveiling of the more meaning and significance of Mary Magdalyn. I put my hand towards Mother Mary’s heart ~ to feel it’s pulse, it’s givingness. In that Center, rested the beautiful white dove of peace, lying on freshly laid eggs, that would soon, I’d say, open to reveal more of the new life of this new Now.
“Thank you, Dearest Mary. How long you’ve waited and how much we need your return“.
From that sun’s bright bearing, she so softly shares, in a voice lined with silk and fluid with the grace of ever-giving ~~ She turns a page of the Red Book ~ her hands are stars…”What is woven within and through the infinite layers of the heart is now the material/fodder for the loom of your day. This cellular regrowth promises the true fruity offspring into Paradise; into the garden, into that oneness of the open heart of earth’s magnificent love. The snake’s skin is shed. The dynamic is life-bearing, honey flow“. She bows and dissipates. The Red Book closes.
“I saw an angel in the stone, and carved to set it free”. Michelangelo