Who did Jesus really ordain as his successor – Peter or Mary Magdalene? This is a question that has plagued Christianity since Jesus died on the cross. Michael Hearns’ groundbreaking book, Mary Magdalene – the First Pope, sheds new light on the question of apostolic succession and does so in the most surprising of ways – through engineering and architecture. Specifically, Michael has broken the code of the mathematical formulas used in the construction of the tabernacle first built by Moses. Overlaying the construction of the tabernacle with the gospel narratives of the resurrection of Jesus, Michael presents irrefutable evidence that it was Mary Magdalene, not Peter, who was designated Jesus’ successor. As the only one of the disciples able to accomplish the work of the High Priest by entering into the Holy of Holies, Mary Magdalene became the first witness to the resurrection, and the one designated by Christ to continue his mission in his stead and the one who truly bore the keys of the kingdom. These discoveries not only cast Mary Magdalene in a whole new light, but invite a radical departure from two thousand years of male privilege by restoring women to their rightful place as leaders of the Church Jesus inspired.
Mary Magdalene – the First Popeis a must read for all Magdalene aficionados and for any interested in sound scientific evidence of the truths that we might otherwise only know in our hearts.
Michael Hearns: My profile is best outlined by my track record in resolving some of the most cryptic puzzles and unsolved mysteries in the Bible, which have challenged potential saints and academia throughout the centuries. A significant breakthrough came in the research work when I detected two formulas, which were related to the practise of recording the movements of the planets. It is known that the ancients were engrossed in studying the heavens and recordings of their observations have been found on ancient Babylonian tablets. But nobody suspected that the ancient Hebrews had somehow acquired very sophisticated recordings of the night sky. Now that the numerical data has been decoded the big picture can be outlined and it is on a higher plane of intelligence. The findings show that the biblical prophets used the data on astronomy to map images or write messages of their visionary impressions relative to a metaphysical gateway to heaven in the afterlife.
It is my great pleasure to share with you a poem penned by one of our Magdalene sisters: Carol Klavon. Carol is an initiate in the Magdalene Priestess Training and writing has been revealed as one of her gifts and part of her Divine calling. Please enjoy her contribution below.
Dark clouds roll in,
Cold rain splatters across my windshield.
Heads bowed as if in prayer,…
In truth, a lame attempt at shielding against this bitter nor’ easter.
The news out of D.C. no better.
There’s a pervasive helplessness
Of my fellow countrymen,
As images of ANOTHER mass shooting
Flitter across the glowing screen.
In the midst of despair, there are peaceful warriors.
Sons and Daughters of Magdalene.
They step over, around, and yes,
Even doggie paddle, straight through the rivers of despair.
They are the young (and young at heart).
Mystics, dreamers, fools – call them what you may.
Lilies of the Valley and the Shepherds in the Hills….sons of Yeshua, daughters of Magdala.
They arm themselves, not with swords, but with jars of alabaster and the Word made flesh.
They come in peace, but bearing the double-edged sword….Truth on one side, Love on the other.
There is a secret I will tell you now…you are among them. You carry their Light nestled deep in your hearts.
There is no need to let them in, for they have already taken up residence. Don’t you understand? You are the lambs AND the wolves.
Carol Klavon in her own words: 43 year old Gnostic Magdalene Priestess. I enjoy reading/writing, mostly short fiction and poetry (mostly spiritual themes. I make a daily effort to remember my spiritual roots.
My goal is to live and work on the California Central Coastline, with at least 1 cat and one dog, a collection of books that rivals the Greek Library of Alexandria, and a parcel of land big enough to grow a community garden.
You can connect with Carol through her writing blog HERE. She is also on Twitter @CarolKlavon.
Suddenly it seems everyone wants to get on the Mary Magdalene bandwagon. This is good news in the sense that it is getting Mary Magdalene’s name out there and attention is being drawn to the first woman of the Jesus movement. For the first time in two thousand years, we are beginning to grasp the truth that Mary Magdalene was not the repentant whore – but was the first witness to the resurrection. Much of what I have seen beyond that, however is limited in scope and does not even begin to scratch the surface of who Mary Magdalene was and what she represents, not only to Christianity, and not only to women, but for the world. Mary Magdalene wasn’t just the first witness to the resurrection and she wasn’t just Jesus’ wife (as Dan Brown et. al. would have us believe).
To understand who Mary Magdalene was and what she represents, we first have to understand Jesus. But to understand Jesus, we first have to take him off the pedestal he was placed on by institutional religion….and then we have to take him off the cross. Jesus was a man. He was a man who was uniquely gifted and called to remember his original nature as One with God (Jesus’ God was so much more than the “Old Man in the Sky God” Christianity has given us). In this intimate connection with God, Jesus came to know his Divinity – what he called “the kingdom of God.” Jesus understood that he was Divine in Human form and in this was able to manifest the fullness of his giftedness which included the gifts of healing, teaching, leading, pastoring, and prophecy. In having attained this level of self-actualization, Jesus was afforded the title of “High Priest in the Order of Melchizedek” (Hebrews 5, 6, 7). Not to be confused with the high priests of Jewish temple worship, this designation placed Jesus in the company of the great mystery schools of the primordial tradition. When Jesus had mastered this within himself, he went out to teach others what he knew and how they too could know “the kingdom of God within” and manifest their own unique giftedness in the world.
As the only one of Jesus’ disciples said to be “healed of seven demons” (symbolic language for the completion of an initiatory process leading to self-actualization), Mary Magdalene embodied the fulfillment of Jesus’ teachings. Like Jesus, Mary came to understand her Oneness with the Divine and allowed that Divinity to find its fulfillment in her Human form. In this, her own unique gifts were revealed and unleashed, giving her the strength and courage to be with her Beloved through his suffering and death (where the other disciples were not); and to be the first witness to the resurrection. But more important than any of this, in becoming self-actualized (High Priestess in her own right), Mary Magdalene was empowered to go out into the world, leading and teaching others in the truth of Oneness – the same path of salvation that Jesus had taught before her. Mary is much more than Jesus’ wife. In teaching and leading us on the path to salvation, like Jesus, Mary Magdalene is Savior.
“Tell me what you think about the possibility that Mary Magdalene was the actual author of the Gospel attributed to John (and thereby the other writings attributed to John)?”
I love this question because it is quite possible that the writings that made it into canonical scripture were in fact written by Mary Magdalene, or at the very least were penned by one of the members of her community. Of course there is no possible way of researching, let alone proving, this theory. And yet, there is circumstantial evidence to support its possibility:
The gospel attributed to John:
Is unique among the gospels in the way it presents the Jesus story, offering stories and teachings that are not present within any of the other canonical scriptures. Rather than a semi-historical narration of the life and teachings of Jesus, John represents a reflective history, one clearly based in a deeply intimate and mystical experience of Jesus and the Christ.
John is the sole gospel to include the stories of: The Wedding Feast at Cana, the Samaritan Woman at the Well, the Last Supper Discourses, Jesus’ teachings on Oneness, The Resurrection of Lazarus, Mary Anointing Jesus, all of which figure prominently in the archetypal images related to Mary Magdalene “the Bride.”
The Book of Revelation, also attributed to John, is a genre unto itself, presenting an allegorical story of humanity’s journey toward liberation and the key to that inner liberation. Again, Mary Magdalene, (as The Whore of Babylon, The Woman with the crown of 12 stars with the moon under her feet and clothed in the sun, The Bride) plays a symbolic and starring role.
The Letters attributed to John are perhaps the most beautiful exhortations on the profound love of God and the relationship we are invited into the Love of God with Christ as our guide.
Finally, it is John who places Mary Magdalene is the singular, starring role of not only facilitating but also being witness to Jesus’ resurrection, and then being commissioned and ordained by Jesus to carry the good news of the resurrection to the other disciples, and to continue his ministry of love in his stead.
If Mary Magdalene did not pen the writings attributed to John, it is highly likely that their author was very close to Mary and to the ministry she continued after Jesus’ death, for according to the non-canonical Gospel of Mary, she was the one who understood the fullness of Jesus’ teachings, especially his teachings on Oneness.
Don’t take my word for it, however. I invite you to read the writings attributed to John and decide for yourself.
Mary Magdalene speaks to all of humanity about the current state of our consciousness revolution. We are at a time of swift endings and great new beginnings. We are observing the crucifixion and death of all that has been built on fear, power and control, as we are ushering in the second coming of humanity – the birth of the age of love and a joining together in unity consciousness. She invites us all to step forth out of the tombs we have created for ourselves which have been made of our hesitation and fear and into the love we were meant to be.
Today we commemorate the trial, crucifixion, death and burial of Jesus, the Christ. Below is an excerpt from my novel, Song of the Beloved – the Gospel According to Mary Magdalene, which tells of the passion from Mary Magdalene’s perspective. May this day be one of deep prayer and contemplation on the mystery of suffering and death – but more than death, the promise of the resurrection that is yet to come! (If you find it helpful, listen to this musical piece before or while reading the following: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kWFXEsFNSZM)
I looked up as the soldiers tore Jesus’ tunic from his body, leaving him naked but for his loincloth. They pushed him down onto his back with the beam still tied to his wrists and shoulders. As Jesus lay prostrate, his shoulders and arms stretched out across the beam, the soldiers knelt beside him, one on each side, and held his arms against the cross as a third approached with a hammer and iron spikes six inches long and three quarters of an inch square in width. I held my breath as I watched the executioner kneel down at Jesus’ right hand, placing the spike over his wrist and in one stroke, he brought the hammer down. I will never forget the scream of pain that escaped my beloved’s lips. It seemed in that utterance, that the very rock upon which we knelt was split in two. The hammer came down two more times, each followed by Jesus’ screams of agony. The executioner turned to Jesus’ left wrist and did the same. I knelt transfixed and paralyzed by my beloved’s agony and it was only because of John’s gentle nudge that I remembered to breathe. I was torn between simply getting up and running as far away as I could from this violence and rushing forward to still the executioner’s blows. Instead, I clutched Jesus’ scarlet cloak even tighter to me. If I could not hold my beloved in his pain, I would clutch his cloak, mustering for both of us, the courage we needed to move through this pain.
After his arms were securely nailed to the cross, the soldiers forced Jesus to his feet, and dragged him, tripping and stumbling to the upright support. A rope and pulley system had been put in place, which was secured to the cross. A group of soldiers heaved and pulled, dragging Jesus off the ground while Jesus cried out in agony, gagging and choking as the air was slowly squeezed from his lungs. After Jesus was raised to a height, roughly ten feet off the ground, the executioner again came forward and nailed a wooden support at Jesus’ feet. In the same fashion as his wrists, the executioner nailed Jesus’ feet to the cross – first one, and then the other. After he was finished, another soldier approached with a ladder and a sack across his chest. He propped the ladder against the support beam, climbed to reach Jesus’ head and pulled a hammer, a single nail and a wooden plaque from his pouch. He nailed the plaque above Jesus’ head and on it was written the charges against him: “Here is Jesus, ‘the Christ’ King of the Jews.”
The soldier replaced the hammer into his sack, and pulled from his pouch a small clay bottle and a reed. He uncorked the bottle, inserted the reed and held it toward Jesus’ lips. Surely this was an apothecary’s blend of herbs to aid unconsciousness – intended to alleviate some of the suffering of death. Grateful for this act of compassion shown toward my beloved, I looked on in sadness as Jesus shook his head in refusal. The soldier shrugged his shoulders in resignation and descended the ladder. After this was all accomplished, another soldier stepped forward with trumpet in hand. He blew the trumpet and proclaimed loudly, “Here hangs Jesus bar Joseph, found guilty of being a traitor for proclaiming himself to be king – a crime against Caesar, against Rome and punishable by death.” He blew the trumpet again. The time was twelve o’clock noon.
As the last note of the trumpet rang, the sky darkened, thunder cracked and the earth began to shake. The “gods” were not pleased with this act of treachery. The Romans, who still worshipped the gods of earth and sky were visibly shaken by the elements’ response. They shifted their feet and whispered to each other in questioning tones. All the while, I smiled in silent knowing of Abwoon’s displeasure. The guard who held us at bay now invited us to approach, “You may go nearer to the cross.” We ran to the foot of the cross and stood in prayerful support for our beloved. The soldiers prevented us from getting close enough to touch Jesus, but we stood within an arm’s length.
“My beloved,” I whispered, “You are not alone. We shall be here praying with you until you draw your final breath.” As I uttered these words, I felt Jesus’ heart open in search of mine and when our hearts met, I felt his heart tear in two as mine had when John had given me Jesus’ scarlet cloak. “My God, my God. Why have you forsaken me?” my beloved begged in heart breaking agony. At that moment, the impact of Jesus’ pain reached the hearts of the Romans, the others criminals who hung on either side of him, and any of the curious onlookers who remained. In unison, they fell to their knees in sorrowful penitence.
The soldier nearest us shouted, “We have killed a prophet, a Son of God, we are
doomed.” In the midst of his own pain, Jesus uttered a prayer of absolution, “Abwoon,
forgive them they know not what they do.” I wept in wonder over Jesus’
compassion as I began to chant the Aramaic formula of forgiveness:
For three hours we stood and wept, kneeling or lying prostrate in prayer as our beloved’s life breath was slowly squeezed from him under the weight of his body as it hung on the cross. We listened to his pain. He wept tears of loss, moaned in agony and in moments of fear, yelled out in anger toward his god. We rode the waves of Jesus’ final spiritual journey as he moved from pain and fear, remorse and loss, doubt and rage to resolution, compassion, surrender, peace and back again. For three hours this went on as the Romans stood in their own form of prayer beside us. As time went on other curious on-lookers began to join us in our prayer. At three o’clock in the afternoon, one of the Roman guards came forward with spear in hand and in one swift and final act of mercy, plunged the spear into Jesus’ side. Jesus’ head flew back in the face of this new-found pain, but instead of the grimace of agony, a peaceful smile played upon his lips and he whispered, “Abwoon, into your hands I commend my Spirit. It is finished,” and his head fell forward and released his final breath as blood and water poured out of his side.
As Jesus released his final breath, my resolve gave way and the grief and horror that I had contained erupted into wailing and screaming. I tore at my hair and at my garments wanting to be freed of anything that might stand in the way of release. It was finished. Jesus was dead. As we poured out our grief, some of the Roman soldiers who had been moved by Jesus’ love drew toward us, knelt on the ground and offered their own prayers. I, in turn, was moved by their compassion and in awe over the ability of Jesus’ love to transcend even the perceived separations of culture, belief and rank. Lazarus, Martha, Judas, Nicodemus, Joanna and Mary’s brother Joseph who had joined them after the noon hour soon joined us at the top of the hill. After a time, the commanding officer came and said, “We must take him down from the cross so you have time to entomb him before the sun sets.” We nodded in our assent.
We stood in silence as the soldiers worked together to remove Jesus from the instrument of his torture and death. They removed the spikes from his feet, and then lowered the crossbar as Joseph, Lazarus, Nicodemus, Judas and John bore the weight of his lifeless body. They laid him out on the ground as they removed the spikes from his wrists and the crown of thorns from his head. The men gathered about Jesus’ lifeless body as Mother Mary and I laid out the red cloak – the only thing we had in which to wrap his body. As they laid his body upon the cloak, I fell upon him, wrapping myself around his lifeless body. I held him to my heart as I cried and I rocked him as I would a child. My heart was broken, my soul torn in two. But as I held him to me, I was more and more certain that this body had been just a shell and that my beloved, no longer dwelled within it. And I heard my beloved’s voice as I had all those many times before, “Mary, do not be afraid. I am with you always, even to the end of time.” These words gave me the strength I needed to release his body. I stepped back and allowed the men to gather him up to be carried to the place of his entombment.
During the evening and into the morning, Joseph had accomplished the preparations for Jesus’ burial. First he returned to Bethany to retrieve the burial nard that had been set aside for Martha’s dowry, along with the burial cloths that were all housed in the wedding chest beneath her bed. He located a humble tomb near Jerusalem since their family tomb was several days’ journey to Capernaum. The tomb he had procured was in the potter’s field just outside the city walls in the hillside caves usually reserved for the poor. We took up Jesus’ beaten, broken and lifeless body and walked in procession the short distance to the potter’s field intoning the Kaddish, the Hebrew song of mourning. Three Roman soldiers followed us at a respectful distance, having been ordered to see that Jesus was properly buried and to stand guard at the tomb until three days had passed. The High Priests wanted to make sure that no one was able to fake a resurrection, thereby confirming Jesus’ prediction that he would be raised from the dead. We arrived at the tomb, a small cave hollowed out in the limestone. The space was large enough for us to enter and stand upright. The men lay Jesus upon the floor of the cave while Mother Mary and I prepared the burial cloths. The burial cloths were strips of linen which we first covered in the burial nard – a mixture of resin, oils and spices which were to mask the stench of death while deterring insects, vermin and other animals from feasting on our dead. We soaked each strip and carefully bound his body from foot to head. A separate cloth was used for the head which we first covered in nard, then draped over his face from neck to crown, then over the back of his head to his shoulders. This was wrapped in strips of linen as the rest of the body had been. After his body was anointed and bound, we said our final prayers, our individual goodbyes and departed the tomb.
I waited outside the tomb as John, Lazarus, Nicodemus, Joseph and Judas, along with three of the Roman soldiers rolled the stone in front of the tomb. Mary, Martha, Salome and I held each other as we waited. After the tomb was safely sealed, the men returned to us, John holding in his arms, Jesus’ scarlet cloak. He came toward me and gently laid it into my arms. I wept at his thoughtful generosity. We said our goodbyes as Mary, Judas, Joseph and John turned toward Jerusalem to deliver the news to the Galilean disciples waiting in the Upper Room. Lazarus, Salome, Martha and I turned toward the road to Bethany. As we turned toward home, I heard my beloved’s voice for what I was sure would be the final time, “Mary I am with you always, even unto the end of time.” This time, I found no comfort in these words, only the finality of death.
There has been some discussion about Mary Magdalene and her role in the ascension process. Below is a brief reflection on the role of the Magdalene in our collective consciousness revolution.
“Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him. Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.” John 12: 1-7
“When one of the Pharisees invited Jesus to have dinner with him, he went to the Pharisee’s house and reclined at the table. A woman in that town who lived a sinful life learned that Jesus was eating at the Pharisee’s house, so she came there with an alabaster jar of perfume. As she stood behind him at his feet weeping, she began to wet his feet with her tears. Then she wiped them with her hair, kissed them and poured perfume on them.” Luke 7: 36-40
The woman in both scripture readings above has been thought to be Mary Magdalene. Mary Magdalene was Jesus’ most devoted disciple, the one who “got” his teachings, became his co-minister, accompanied and supported him through his suffering, trial, crucifixion and death. She was the first witness to the resurrection (perhaps even facilitating his resurrection) and the one Jesus commissioned to complete his mission. Mary was rejected by most of the male disciples and went off on her own to complete the work of Love. Mary is the woman who wipes the Master’s feet with her hair and represents the rejected and maligned feminine. The Church rejected her, called her a whore and with her, rejected and maligned all women. Mary has been with us these 2000+ years, working in the shadows, awakening women and men to the inner journey of self-actualization (ascension). Previously her effect has been felt only minimally, but now she is calling for a resurrection en-masse! In resurrecting the Magdalene, we resurrect the Divine Feminine in all women, and the place of the Divine Feminine within all of us. She is calling us to bring her forth into the world, to make her truth known, and to embrace her truth as our own. The truth of LOVE. We are made of love and for the purpose of love. When we know this truth we have ascended. When we have brought this truth into our physical form, embodying it fully, we have become “The Bride” and we know the kingdom of God of which Jesus spoke – not in some heaven light years away, but right here, right now in the midst of our human experience.
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