The Forgotten Christ: Mary Magdalene & The Return of The Divine Feminine 🌹💖👑
You were never meant to forget her.
But you did.
Not because you were foolish.
But because you were taught to forget.
The world was not ready for Mary Magdalene.
She was not the woman you were told she was.
She was not a prostitute.
She was not just a follower.
She was not just the crying woman at the tomb.
She was the other half of the Christ frequency.
In the world of Yeshua, Mary was not beneath him—she was beside him.
She wasn’t saved by him—she walked with him.
She was the one he whispered the unspoken truths to.
Because she could hold them. Energetically. Spiritually.
She could hold him.
If Yeshua was the embodiment of awakened masculine energy…
Mary Magdalene was the sacred feminine in form.
A high priestess of the rose.
A keeper of the Goddess mysteries.
Not the domesticated feminine that patriarchy can tolerate.
The wild, erotic, fierce, compassionate, deep-feeling, intuitive, knowing feminine that remembers.
And that’s why she was erased.
Because a woman in her full power is terrifying—
especially when she walks next to a man who doesn’t try to control her.
Mary wasn’t erased because she wasn’t important.
She was erased because she was too important.
Too real. Too threatening.
Especially to a patriarchal society ruled by men.
She shattered the lie that power belongs only to the masculine.
But here’s the thing: truth can be buried, but never destroyed.
And now, she’s resurfacing.
And now, she has reclaimed her crown.
Not just as a figure from a rewritten gospel.
She’s resurfacing in you.
She comes back when you rage against being silenced.
When you ache for intimacy that meets your soul.
When your soul remembers what your mind forgot.
When you stop apologizing for your wisdom, your knowing, your tears.
Mary Magdalene’s story was never about history.
It’s about remembrance.
Remembrance of the divine feminine Christ that lives in you—
The part that was cast out so you could survive a world that didn’t know how to hold her.
She doesn’t want worship.
She wants embodiment.
She wants unconditional love…
She wants to live again—through you.
You don’t have to believe this version.
But ask yourself—why does it awaken something in you?
Why do your cells shiver when you hear her name?
Why do your eyes fill with tears when you imagine her forgotten?
It’s because you remember, too.
Mary is not just returning.
She never left.
You did.
Now you are ready to return to her.
And when you do,
she won’t ask where you’ve been.
She’ll say, “Finally… you remember.
