Holy Thursday

//Holy Thursday

Holy Thursday

Mary Magdalene… what she evokes speaks to me….

It is not dawn yet… and her essence surrounds me for me to listen…

The sentiment speaks between memorial echoes evoked by this moment:

 

At the rage and the blind fear of every one of his followers casting a stone upon their only entrance to paradise… to peace… to unity and forgiveness…

I don’t know what hurt the most… knowing the man… being one with his heart… or the knowing of what dwelled within Him… at the sight of all his brothers and sisters at their own condemnation by their own hands… only instrument of imprisonment… or the knowing of the years of separation to come…

the sealing of their hearts and the cracking of their souls in their mad desperation…

Oh, I saw the man and it broke my heart…

I saw the prophet and it tore the waters within me…

I saw his soul and the hand of this Mother Planet came to infuse me with strength…

But when I saw his spirit still unyielding in that moment of knowing… the feeling of this sight echoed through the creation and the whole universe… at the same time that a whole choir of angels came to still me…

In that exact moment… I caught a glimpse of his eyes that poured into mine… and his love of flaming fire… pierce me and infused me with his message… to stay brave… to not falter… to walk the path that laid before me…

He more than ever now needed me beside him… to play my part… knowing what I already have known before the soul of our souls…

At last, I saw the true King that was expected… Yet nobody else saw him at this moment…

Only my love and the sky witnessed…

 

Note: 

Holy Easter is a time when the collective consciousness is focused on the figure of Christ and the Crucifixion. During this time, it is not rare that I have dreams surrounding the events of the crucifixion, or of Jesus.This time, I did not dream, but in the early morning after awakening from the dream state, it all came as an inspiration, and this time it was not Jesus but Mary Magdalene who permeated my thoughts. I couldn´t stop writing. This happened again on the next day, holy Friday.
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