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| Mary Magdalene as she took form through my fingers |
In May 2016, whilst travelling, living in a little Airbnb apartment in Southern Spain, She called my name..
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| Altar honoring and the sacred prayer, the first layer of my Mary Magdalene painting |
My time with Magdalene has been quite intense to say the least. I’m travelling but felt such a strong pull to participate, so only used what I had, regular, though thick paper and bought the acrylics I could find, a box of assorted small tubes, and some assortment of pencils together in a package. Mary Magdalene has been one of my 13 FairyGodparents for many years, and I‘m so happy she now called my name. As it so happened, my partner in life had to go back to Iceland for a few days, so I was alone with her during the weekend. So symbolic. Like she waited, until I was alone! The painting isn’t finished, each phase of her is its own painting somehow I feel. It was such a process. She wanted to speak, so I opened her mouth. Need more paint now to keep on. Have to wait until I can go to the store again. Sunday night I just cried and cried. It was so emotional. Magdalene represents so much to me. With the tears rolling down my cheek I grabbed my notebook and wrote in flow ..
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I wear the scars
I wear your scars
.
Sophia
Magdalene
.
I know
It is horrible
What can we do?
My tears
Drops of blood
.
I hear you
In my chest
I feel like my ribcage will rip open
The pain
So deep
.
The humiliation
The rapes
The beatings
.
Yet within our hearts
We‘ve always known
It will end
And our souls would soar free again
As they used to
As they will again
.
This poem
Soaked in tears
.
I need to do something
Help me see!
I cry for your help
.
I hear you
I hear the harmonics
As from within the pyramids
I hear your songs
I hear your songs
.
But help me, what can I do?
.
“Touch the hearts of men.
Let them see your pain”
.
No wait, don’t go!
Stay a little longer
.
“Rise up
Rise up, beautiful one
We’re here beside you
You’re not alone
And all your sisters
Talk to them
Reach out
Cry together
Those are not just your tears”
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“Yes, we know you cry as you feel
They don’t see it the way you do”
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“That they don’t realize
That the men need to be involved
As the tears are also theirs”
.
Why all this hatred towards women?
Why! Why!
It’s ignorance, it’s brainwashing
We’re not lesser, we’re not weaker
.
Why do you think so?
Why are you so cruel?
We’re just as important to life
We create life! We bear the children
We tear our flesh to bring them
Into this world
.
Please men, feel!
.
Why do you not treat us as equals?
Why? Why?
.
Search your souls! Where did it begin?
Where did all this begin?
.
It is so deep within you
Where’s the source?
Dig deep, dig deep for crying out loud
.
Search your souls
Seek answers
.
Get to know us
Help us heal
Support us
Hold us
We need you
.
Let’s be one again
Let’s revere our differences
Without them we wouldn’t produce anything
We couldn’t create life
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Let’s rise together
As the sacred male and female
The purest form of who we are
.
Here, take my hand
Please
Feel it in your heart to join with me
To be one with me. Again.
.
Let’s close our eyes
And move beyond genders for a while
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Can you feel it? Can you sense it?
The peace
The enveloping serenity
.
I do love you
I love you
I love you
.
Shine your brightest light
Illuminate my soul
Impregnate me with your divine spark
.
Call my name
I’m here
I’ll bear our children
Nurture them
I’ll sway with the moon
As is my essence
I’ll be the vessel
The gateway for humanity
.
To find Home
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(Spain, May 2016)
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