Last night’s circle landed right in the center of the moment we’re living in. So much violence. So much fear. So much pressure to choose sides, harden our hearts, or stay in constant reaction. And yet, Mary’s teachings remind us of something radically different: Evil is not something to battle “out there.” It is born from separation, fear, and forgetting who we are. When we stay locked in fear, we unintentionally feed the very energy we’re trying to resist. When we stay rooted in love, awareness, and presence, something else becomes possible. This doesn’t mean bypassing what’s happening in the world. It means refusing to let fear be the place we live from. One of the most powerful moments of the night came during our writing practice, inspired by a poem by Lyndsay Rush (Attached)— sometimes lovingly called Mary Oliver’s drunk cousin — where we wrote from the prompt: “Why shouldn’t I…?” No censoring. No fixing. No overthinking. Just truth moving from heart to hand. ✨ Why shouldn’t I choose love anyway? ✨ Why shouldn’t I soften instead of armor up? ✨ Why shouldn’t I trust my soul more than the noise? ✨ Why shouldn’t I live as if love is stronger than fear? Even if you weren’t able to join us live, this practice is for you too. 👇 Your invitation In the comments, add your own response — just one line or a few — starting with: Why shouldn’t I… There is no right answer. There is only what’s true for you right now. In times like these, choosing love is not passive. It’s conscious. It’s courageous. It’s deeply aligned. Let’s keep anchoring that energy together 🌹 I'll start with my "Why Shouldn't I..." Why shouldn't I dance in the rain, or swing on the swingset.

Womb of wellness, heart of gold. Blossoming Yoni, never to be sold. I am of Magdalene, Mar of the Sea, I am pure devotion, wild and free. Holy Magdalene I commit to you I align with life I purify my vessel I ground my being I free my past I energize my sexuality I discover my creativity I claim my strength I ignite my will I open my heart I speak my truth I embody my wisdom I choose this Path of Sacred Living. I am holy. I am Whole. Holy consort of Yeshua Egg, Skull, and Cave Lady of the Last Supper Help us ride these waves

I havn't started the 2nd Anna book yet but I have it from my friend...on my bed side table. The gnostic tradition of the holy bride I had many yrs ago and almost threw it out and then thought Ill kust keep it...and I found it in a box a few weeks ago...lol. its probably been 4-5yrs since I decided to just keep it...and when I opened the box and saw it I just chuckled and thought of course! NOW ita time to read it! The gospel of the beloved companion is my housemates ans Ive been reading through it in the living room. And then I'm now in the Mary Magdalene Revealed book circle. All so interesting and wow!!! I wrote this on my fb wall... Holy smokes! Life wow!!! The things I've been remembering is giving me love and rage!!! It's like if your unhealthy toxic dad had been hiding life changing love letters from you this whole time!!!! 🤯😵😡😤🤬😓😳 And you just found them in a box in the attic!!! What the FUCK!!!?? This WHOLE time you stole them and hid them from me? *And then gaslit me when I said something I desire deeply is calling me and I think its coming from over there (the attic)!!!! **but the letters being hidden caused the whole family to suffer!!!! So much more to say.... I need a rage room.....with knives and blow torches and puching bags and bats and old cars and doors to slam! Ha!! Feels good just to think about that! Deep breaths! You are love! This is all FOR you. You are powerful! All is well. What a time... I know other people of different ages learned and discovered and realized various things at various times... and for me...I'm 41 and single at the beginning of 2026...And I had an adventurous teen hood and 20's and 30's so Im excites for knowing all this and being in my 40's and getting married with all this and more to come!!! *I havn't married yet and feel us getting closer! Nk....that's what's on my mind/heart right now. And also I'm resting with menstrual cramps...watching goop love and sex show (which they just shared about energetic (no touching) orgasms)...basically life force energy!!!!

Why shouldn't I embrace my gifts? Dare to be loud, shout my love and truth from the rooftops? Why shouldn't I believe that we can have heaven on earth, Seeing and honoring the Holy Mother that lives and breathes within each of us? Why shouldn't we wake up and shake off our veils of illusion, March around Jericho and tear down the tower walls of the false systems that tell you we are separate or hierarchical. Why shouldn't we remember who we are? I am Love. We are Love. ❤️‍🔥

The Ring from the Earth On the night when the earth itself became still enough to be heard, Clara did not step away from it—she sank deeper into it. The dream did not begin in the sky, not in light, but below. There where roots remember. Where footsteps remain. Where the earth knows the names of those who have been faithful to her for a long time. Clara knelt. Not out of humility, but out of familiarity. She had touched this ground often. With bare feet. With a weary body. With prayers that did not want to rise upward, but sink downward. The red path had taught her that the earth is not a symbol, but a counterpart. That one does not ask her, but listens. That truth has weight. Between stones and fine dust, something lay hidden. No shine. No call. A ring. It was warm, as if it had rested long in the depths. Its gold was matte, worn by time, not by ornament. Clara lifted it slowly, knowingly. She knew: this ring was not a gift from outside. It was a gift of the earth itself. A bond that had existed for a long time—sealed through walking, enduring, remaining. When she stood up, the ring was on her toe. Not wrong. Not accidental. It reminded her that every bond is first made with the earth. That one binds oneself by walking. Step by step. Through cold, heat, doubt. That one is carried, as long as one does not flee. But Clara also knew: What comes from the earth must not be trampled. What is holy wishes to be honored. Gently, she removed the ring. Not to separate herself from the earth, but to hold consciously what it had given her. She placed it on her hand. There where decision lives. Where responsibility becomes tangible. In that moment, Mary Magdalene stepped beside her. Not exalted. Not distant. She too knelt. Her hands were earth-familiar. Her feet knew dust. Her path had taught her to remain with the body when everything else fled. She had anointed, not spiritualized. Wept, not explained. Endured, not repressed. “You are not leaving the earth,” she said calmly. “You are carrying her forward.”