The Gospel of Mary and the Son of Man Within: Jesus’ Forgotten Teaching on Inner Divinity
What the Gospel of Mary reveals about the awakened Human Jesus wanted us to remember, not revere
In the Gospel of Mary, Jesus drops a line that should have made organized religion evaporate like a puddle in the Sinai:
“The Son of Man is within you. Follow him.”
To modern ears, this might sound like he’s referring to himself.
To evangelical ears, it sounds like an altar call.
To tired feminists, it sounds like another masculine title taking up sacred air.
But to the mystic? It’s a door.
Let’s walk through it.
The Historical Frame: Not Just a Dude in a Robe
In Hebrew scriptures and Second Temple apocalyptic texts, “Son of Man” was code for something cosmic—a mysterious figure in the book of Daniel who shows up "on the clouds" and is given dominion. It was a title of divine appointment, not a man’s surname.
In the canonical Gospels, Jesus uses the phrase like a mirror trick:
Sometimes referring to his suffering,
Sometimes to a future return,
Sometimes just... oddly, in third person.
But in Mary’s Gospel, that riddle resolves.
When Jesus says “The Son of Man is within you”,
he's telling you that the sacred template of divine humanity is already installed inside you.
No priest required. No temple taxes. No man needed to interpret it.
The Gnostic Lens: The Anthropos Awakens
In Gnostic cosmology, the “Son of Man” lines up with the Anthropos—the original Human, undivided and luminous. Before Eve was blamed. Before Adam forgot. Before the archons started their trauma factory.
The Anthropos is your true nature.
The part of you that isn’t afraid, ashamed, or easily monetized.
It’s the real You, before the world carved you into something profitable.
When Jesus says “follow him,”
he’s not launching a religion.
He’s handing you a compass to follow your inner clarity—
to live from the part of you that still remembers where it came from.
The Radical Clarity of Mary’s Gospel
And guess who gets it?
Not Peter. Not James. Not your uncle who forwards rapture memes.
Mary.
She doesn’t freak out at the teaching. She leans in.
She’s the one who understands that salvation isn’t earned, it’s remembered.
That the soul ascends not by fear of punishment but by releasing what binds it—
ignorance, desire, wrath, false peace, the tyranny of the flesh.
This is why the church buried her gospel.
Because a Jesus who says, “Follow the divine in you” is bad for business.
Meditation: The One Who Remembers
Sit. No agenda. No goal.
Bring your breath into the center of your chest—not the heart of sentiment, but the throne of stillness.
Whisper:
Inhale — “The Son of Man is within me.”
Exhale — “I remember who I am.”
Or if "Son of Man" feels like theological sandpaper today, try this:
Inhale — “Mary is within me.”
Exhale — “She remembers who I am.”
Rest in that remembrance—not as an idea, but as a presence.
Let it dissolve the masks. Let it rewire the lie that you are separate from the Source.
Dedication:
May all beings remember the light that was never lost.
May the veils of fear, shame, and ignorance fall away, and may each soul awaken to the true Human within.
May all beings, in their own time and their own way, discover the Son of Man within—and follow.
May this remembering ripple outward, bringing peace to minds, clarity to hearts, and liberation to all who suffer.
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References:
[1] Bruce Chilton, Mary Magdalene: A Biography
[2] The Gospel of Mary, translated by Karen King
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I did not weather Sunday School as a child and nobody in my immediate family professed to be Christian. My first encounter with the divine was by revelation and indeed felt like an awakening.
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