The Priestess Connection to Christ
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Throw out all concepts of God and be with Me in silence
Let the living, haunting pulse of Life guide your every breath
The temple is either here or it is nowhere
Bow your head to the inviolable flame in your heart and-
hear the gospel I wrote for your tongue
Speak my name without sound and your song will-
lead all lost souls home to Heaven on Earth.
The teachings of Christ, as imparted upon the people of his time, his disciples and Mary Magdalene, have influenced history more than any other story or teachings of our time. The grave manipulation of the core of the teachings have perpetuated war and division more than any other ontological discourse.
If we were to look at the rootstock of the teachings of Jesus Christ we would find that they tendril into a unifying feminine wisdom. Teachings that inspire unity threaten hierarchies hungry for control. This is why women were, and still to this day are, continually silenced and oppressed. Also why the gospel of Mary, and the naming of many other women in spiritual authority, were eliminated from the sacred texts.
When women return to walking in the light of Christ’s ever-present truth, all of life restores itself to balance. For within this returning live the sacred laws of reciprocity and unity consciousness. Women’s bodies hold tremendous healing capacities to awaken the gospels, codes of Universal citizenship and union with Life, within others by way of the sacred vessel of Life in our bodies- the womb.
The womb is what determines whether the wisdom or the wound expresses itself in our families, our communities and within the hearts of all upon Earth. That is the power in a woman’s body simply by emanating her reunion with living Truth.
To choose to walk back home to the imminent truth of these teachings is to confront profound controversy, alienation, cognitive dissonance and ego death because of the extraordinary impact that the story of Jesus Christ has had on the collective consciousness. To reclaim the teachings through the lens of the heart and with discernment for how they are translated and how they land in your awareness, reorganizes the dominant, collective ego structure that prefers a story of separation and the wounds it births.
The gospels, once authentically and intimately approached, will begin to reveal the golden thread that weaves through many wisdom texts and traditions. It is symbolic of the ever-present connection to an infallible Love that guides and abides. Along my journey I have come to learn that Jesus was a Bard, a Guru, a Mystic and blessedly, refreshingly human man who taught Love from living as Love. There are many people who would cringe at my saying so.
May your approach be sacred and trusted by you. May all who walked before, the teachings in the Bible and the mystical prophecies sung through time inspire your heart how in a way meant for you. And in the end, may you achieve gnosis through your own intimate dance with Christ’s love.
It is the full surrender to the teachings that brings about the Union we seek with Him. This is not about choosing a monastic renunciation of the external world, although that can be a path for some. It is an inner renunciation of all that stands in the way of union- which will inevitably mean a death of a way of being and the desire to live light footed in the world but not of the world.
To live light footed, to live by the abundance codes of having what we need when we need it no more and no less is to live by feminist principles, one could say theology. They are codes that help guide our ways of living towards abundance for all beings and living within the present moment guidance that always knows the way.
It is the path of the priestess to take the hand of Christ in faith, devotion and a felt sense of protection that can only come by way of knowing thy-Self through Him. To walk with Christ is to walk with the Mother that feeds. He would never ask you to tear your heart from what you love but He will ask for your alignment to the ways of Love and Union- which is his path.
I have been made whole on a string of prayers
whose answers were woven into my life
in the pattern of a labyrinth
Whenever I cried to see Your face
I would become entangled
in a hall of mirrors
Until everywhere I looked-
upon each day’s daunting demands
with its storms and sorrows
and breathtaking bounty
I saw Love.