For 2,020 years Mary Magdelene has been angry, they all were. They all felt betrayed by the man they loved most, the man who said he loved them. She begged him to stop, to turn away and go away with her so they could continue their teaching, but he said it was too late. He realized he had gone too far and there was no turning back. The crowd that welcomed him the day before now turned and called for his crucifixion.
She and the other women watched helplessly as he was led, bleeding and beaten, to his death. She watched his blood drop into the sand and she was so angry, so hurt that he was leaving her and she couldn’t convince him to stay. She appealed to the Great Mother, begging Mary to do something, talk Yeshua out of all this, but Mary could do nothing.
The night before, after what he said was the last supper, they went into the garden. All of the men fell asleep and the women, Mary Magdalene, Mary of Clopas, Mary of Bethany, Martha, Joanna, Salome and Susanna stayed with him, prayed with him, cried with him.
Mary Magdelene pleaded with him, she knew Peter would not fulfill his promise to Yeshua, none of them would. Yeshua continued to share his teachings with the women as he had always done. He knew appointing these women as the leaders of his new movement would be resisted, but it was what needed to be done. He told Mary Magdalene that Peter, Mark, Matthew, Luke and John would support them. He gave Peter the keys to build the literal foundation so Mary Magdalene and the others would have a safe place to teach. Mary Magdalene knew it wouldn’t be so.
She, Great Mary and the others watched and cried. The veil that was ripped open on that day was their hearts tearing in two. The thunderous sound was their wailing, their soulful screams piercing the silence.
The pain has lasted 2,020 years, the lies perpetuated. Until now.
