Mary Magdalene Revealed: The First Apostle, Her Feminist Gospel & the Christianity We Haven't Tried Yet

It’s simpler than that, and far more difficult. It’s more of a series of perpetual moments when you remember that you don’t have to feel separate from love—if you don’t want to.

This arduous and somewhat calamitous process of Mary’s gospel finally making its way into print feels significant to me. It reflects the almost magnetic reluctance of shifting our perspective about her, like the effort of what it would take for a river to change direction.

Angels are the thoughts, the memory, the sensation of love. They are whatever comes and shifts us from being lost within ourselves, to seeing again, not with the ego, but with the eye of the heart.

Seeds are the precursor to currency. They are the original coin.

In saving herself, Thecla has unified the force of love in all the women around her. In freeing herself, she has freed them.

lost. There was a piece of me that felt missing. An elusive, ephemeral, and yet essential piece of me. Without it, I felt like I was watching my life happen. I was witnessing it, but I wasn’t really present in it. I was perpetually caught up in my own thoughts.

I felt my love for my son, and let that love, which contains unfaltering forgiveness, extend to me. As I found so often, my love for him teaches me how to love myself, how to let love reach within me where it has never been before.

She baptized herself because she realized she could. She realized that all along within her she contained the power to save herself. And so she did.

I was exhausted. I was exhausted not just from a lack of sleep. It was from all the energy it took to remain blind to what I could almost see that night, but not quite.