You Were Never Lost — They Just Needed You to Forget
A stolen Gospel, a fearless woman, and a reminder that salvation was always about waking up, not measuring up.
This morning, we open the forbidden pages — the ones still smoldering from when the gatekeepers tried to burn them.
The Gospel of Mary of Magdala:
The testimony the builders of empire tried to silence when they realized they couldn’t control a woman who remembered.
When the disciples wept and begged for a new authority after Jesus’ departure, it wasn’t Peter or John who answered.
It was Mary — standing in the middle of their holy meltdown, not with a sword, not with a sermon,
but with memory.
She didn’t spout dogma.
She didn’t pull rank.
She simply remembered the Good.
Because salvation was never meant to be a prize handed down by a trembling institution.
It was always the birthright of those brave enough to remember who they are beneath the rubble of fear.
They built churches to make you feel lost.
They built hierarchies to make you beg for crumbs of divine love.
They said you were broken, and then sold you the map back to yourself.
But the Gospel of Mary still whispers through the cracks in their golden towers:
“There is no sin.
There is only forgetting.”
Today’s heresy is tomorrow’s homecoming.
Upcoming Meditations
✨ Upcoming Meditations: Christ-Tantra, Nous Ignition, and the Radiant Gaze of the Beloveds
📿 Practice for the Week:
Sit quietly. Not to seek. Not to achieve.
Sit to remember the Good you already are.
Bless the fear that tries to block it — then walk right through it like the gates were never locked.
🧨 Final Blessing:
"May you disturb every system that profits off your amnesia.
May you remember the Good they hoped you’d be too tired to find."
— Virgin Monk Boy
Recovering from religion so you don't have to.
This is beautiful. I’m crying with relief? or affirmation? I’m not sure. 🤔 I have not been treated well in this female body. 😌 But it’s okay. I have had the most amazing spiritual journey. 🙏 I had beautiful beings of light care for me at times as a child living a nightmare in the night. I was a born truth teller and that got me in trouble. I was first introduced to Jesus when I was 16. I loved all his loving interactions with people in the stories. But most of all how he treated and respected women. I loved Mary. Her spirit shines and it seemed her heart was knit with his. I loved the fact that it was she who saw him first when he was resurrected and she was the one he sent to tell the others. In my experience this part of the story is minimized and overlooked purposely by some male pastors and leaders. I’ve never understood why some men, in or out of the church are so intimidated by women. Irregardless I have honored the Spirit inside my heart and a message that has often come to my mind has been “remember who you are”. 🙏 😌 It is the beautiful Jesus-Spirit that the beautiful God of my understanding has walked with me through hard things and been my constant companion . . . especially when I’ve been so beaten down I’ve temporarily forgotten who I am. 🙏 I was invited to leave the last building that called itself a church. And it was the last. As a woman I asked too many questions. 😌 I joined THE church, the living organism that can’t be contained in any building nor squelched by any teaching or doctrines of man. Sometimes I’ve been lonely but never alone☺️ I’m fortunate to have a partner who has walked with me and supported me for over 50 years now. 🙏 He sees who I am and has helped me when I forget. Thank you this morning for reminding us all to remember who we are. I’ve understood the good news of the gospel was about telling everyone who they really are in the eyes of the Father who Jesus said IS Love. And to help people understand they no longer have to strive to get in a room they are already in. ♥️
I have heard about the writings of Mary and other women. But have never read them. Where can I find them?
Wife just shared you with me. Thank you for shining. It awakens like Shaktipata and harmonic with Heidegger’s Nothing. 🙏