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

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.

Then, for this quick, but clear millisecond, I realized that this state of mind had become my default. I realized I was imprisoned again in this onslaught of judgment. I wasn’t actually there in my room, but trapped inside my thoughts.

this is the most important message of Mary’s gospel: we are inherently good.

I would begin again inside my heart. And I would live this way.

Or the message as I have come to believe in it; that we are not inherently sinful, or unworthy in any way, and that we shouldn’t feel shame for how human we are, or how often we break, lose faith, and make wildly misguided mistakes.

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.

We exist in and with each other. It’s a love that reaches everything, and everyone. If we all exist in and with each other, then we are all inextricably connected.

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.

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.