Wisdom, Not Justice: Why Magdalene’s Return Is a Mystical Imperative
Reclaiming Mary Magdalene as Christianity’s lost contemplative guide—not for reparation, but revelation.
Let’s get one thing clear up front: this is not about justice.
Justice is important, but when it comes to restoring Mary Magdalene to the heart of the Christian story, the deeper urgency is not about fairness, feminism, or historical redress. It’s about wisdom—real, embodied, unflinching wisdom. The kind of wisdom that doesn't scream or posture, but quietly sees through illusion. The kind that keeps vigil while others flee.
That’s what’s been missing. And that’s why bringing Mary Magdalene back into the liturgical and contemplative center isn’t just a nice gesture or a progressive corrective. It’s a mystical imperative.
Why Magdalene’s Return Is a Mystical Imperative
It’s easy to treat Magdalene’s restoration as a gesture toward inclusion or historical fairness. But that completely bypasses the deeper truth: her presence is essential to recovering the contemplative DNA of Christianity.
Because She Holds the Missing Thread of Nondual Christianity
Christianity didn’t just marginalize a woman. It buried an entire mode of perception.
In sidelining Mary Magdalene, the tradition also abandoned the contemplative, relational, wisdom-based knowing that she represents. What emerged in her absence was a dualistic model—mind over heart, spirit over body, male over female, clergy over laity. Doctrine replaced encounter. Hierarchy replaced intimacy.
But Magdalene doesn’t operate from hierarchy. She operates from recognition.
When she meets the risen Christ in the garden, she doesn’t argue theology. She sees. She knows. And she’s sent. That’s gnosis—not arcane knowledge, but awakened perception rooted in love.
And that is precisely what contemplative practice trains us to reclaim.
To restore her is not just to restore her. It’s to recover a way of seeing—whole, nondual, integrated—that is sorely missing from modern Christianity.
Because Without Her, the Paschal Mystery Collapses into Transaction
Without Magdalene, the story of Holy Week is gutted. It becomes a cosmic transaction: a man dies, a debt is paid, the slate is wiped clean.
But with Magdalene, everything shifts.
Now Holy Week becomes a journey of transformation. Each moment—anointing, cross, tomb, vigil, resurrection—is not just historical. It’s mystical. It’s a gate. And Magdalene is the one who walks through them all. Not as a spectator. As a midwife.
With her present, the narrative is no longer something that happens to Jesus. It’s something that invites us in.
She doesn't just witness the mystery. She embodies it. And in doing so, she shows us how.
Because She Models a Way of Knowing That Saves
Magdalene’s knowing is not belief-based. It’s presence-based.
This is the knowing that contemplatives understand intuitively: the ability to sit with pain, to remain faithful through endings, and to see resurrection not as reward but as revelation.
This is what the Church lost when it turned her into a penitent prostitute. And this is what Christianity desperately needs to recover—not to stay alive institutionally, but to wake up spiritually.
We don't need more creeds. We need a capacity to see through the veil. Magdalene shows us how to see—not with the eyes of fear or dogma, but with the clear gaze of love-trained awareness.
That’s not poetic. That’s mystical neuroscience. Contemplative practice rewires perception. Magdalene lived it long before brain scans could confirm it.
We Don’t Need a New Story. We Need to See the One That’s Already There.
Cynthia Bourgeault, in Through Holy Week with Mary Magdalene, didn’t invent a new gospel. She simply pointed to what’s been in front of us all along.
All four canonical Gospels name Magdalene as the first witness to the resurrection. Three name her at the burial. Two give her a solo encounter with the risen Christ—and an apostolic commission. She is the thread that holds the entire Paschal narrative together.
And yet... we hardly hear her name in the liturgies of Holy Week.
Instead, we get Peter’s denial. The male apostles’ absence. Silence where love once stood.
Why? Because liturgy, art, and doctrine systematically erased her—not out of malice, but from an unconscious bias that could not hold her radical fidelity, her relational knowing, or her contemplative strength.
But she was there. And she still is.
The Deeper Stakes
Mary Magdalene’s return is not just a course correction. It’s a reorientation of the spiritual path itself.
We are in a moment of spiritual crisis—and opportunity. Traditional institutions are fracturing, but a deeper hunger is emerging: not for more beliefs, but for more being.
Magdalene does not offer us better dogma. She offers us the model of an awakened, integrated human. Her journey through Holy Week is not just exemplary—it’s initiatory. It maps the process by which love stays present through death and emerges as radiant life.
This is what mystics call the path of transformation. It is the wisdom Christianity forgot when it replaced presence with propositions.
We need her not because she was erased, but because she remembered.
She remembered who Jesus was. She remembered who she was. And she remembered what the others forgot: how to hold vigil until the light returns.
This Is the Imperative
The mystical imperative is not to vindicate Magdalene. It’s to become what she saw.
To restore her is to restore the contemplative core of Christianity—a path not of blind belief, but of awakened love.
Without her, the gospel narrative remains lopsided: brilliant in doctrine, impoverished in depth. With her, it breathes again.
So don’t give her justice.
Give her voice.
Give her space.
Give her back to the heart of the tradition.
Because the ones who can still see through the veil
are already beginning to keep vigil.
Credits: This article was inspired by Cynthia Bourgeault’s Through Holy Week with Mary Magdalene, a course that dismantled the ritual amnesia I didn’t even know I had. If you’ve ever felt like something’s missing from the story of Holy Week—like there’s a silence that’s too loud to ignore—you might find the missing voice was Magdalene all along.
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Beautiful Alek! I love how you described Magdalene’s love-trained awareness. Also the practices of embodiment, being, non-dualism, contemplation, knowing and remembering which she lived. Now more than ever I think we desperately need the knowledge of “how to hold vigil until the light returns”. Thanks for these wise reflections. I generally avoid Christianity with a 10-foot pole given the trauma I endured as a former Catholic. But this found me and delivered just what I needed today. Thanks for holding hope and keeping the candle flame lit.
This. This is what I feel in the forest with the old growth cedar trees. Truth.