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🌸🕸🌸 Life into Death into New Life
       Wednesday 31st March 2021

The past several weeks I have re-immersed myself daily in A Course of Love: The Forty Days and Forty Nights and MIRARI: The Way of the Marys. It has been a deeply synergistic time for me, in the readings and in my life, raw and real. My entire lifetime it feels, has been but a practice field for all that we are called to be right now this Holy Week 2021. I feel an especially intensive call to each and every one now and over the next several weeks more than ever before. I am paying close attention within? Are you? Can you feel the electricity of this time? Can you hear the call to authenticity? To own your s%%t?💩 To quit the blame-game? I can. I feel the urgency of it too. And I welcome it. In no uncertain terms I am being shown all that I have yet to own! Pushed to stay in my own lane To be and to express my true self no matter what. Do you feel it too? Can you feel the boundless freedom and power in this? All that is needed already lies within. What are you waiting for? There is no right or wrong. Only choice. All are called and few choose to listen. How will I respond to what is happening right in front of me now? No matter the blaring news and pundits, I remind myself that it is always and only my presence. My choice in this moment here and now, that truly and powerfully matters. And from the infinite well-spring within, the acts most loving and most powerfully inclusive of all, never fail to flow as needed and in perfect timing. Blessings! I love you each beyond words 🌺

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PS: For the four days of Holy Remembrance, I intend to share with love, selected bits of MIRARI that moved me most deeply, and that live radiantly on within🌹

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🌸🕸🌸 The Last Hour (Maundy Thursday)
       Wednesday 31st March 2021

Sharing this powerful account in Mother Mary’s own words, of how Mary Magdalene tenderly anoints Jesus with spikenard in anticipation of all that is to come. I love you each beyond words 🌺

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“Foreknowledge of one’s own death is such a state as this. It is annihilation, a thought so inconceivable to the mind, that it begins to break down and release that which connects, so that one can stand the coming event of disunion with the body and the reunion with God. Few, in the swell of tragedy, can call the heart outward enough to ease a dread not their own. This, Miriam of Magdala did, at the last hour that such was able to penetrate the pall of death. Foreknowledge of a loved one’s death calls forth the same loosening of the ties that bind “to form,” and this is what she, whom you know as Mary Magdalene, and she alone, could greet with a vision of connection beyond death that would be real and present in life. With this vision, she was able to care for her beloved with tenderness, and to pre-dress the wounds he would take into his death with him. She blessed the crown of his head, the back of his hands and the top of his feet. If not for decorum she would have blessed the place where the sword would enter, the place her beloved would later tell Thomas to touch ... for reasons beyond inspiring his belief. Miriam would find a way to do this as well, not for being told to do so, but for longing to not leave any wound untended. Miriam was strong by way of having been honed by pain, and in this she exceeded the capacity of all others. Her strength was exquisite tenderness”
(p206) — Mary of Nazareth
(Mirari: The Way of the Marys, © Mari Perron)

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🌸🕸🌸 The Agony (Good Friday)
       Thursday 1st April 2021

Grieving all that came to pass over 2000 years ago, mourning the cruelties that persist today, yet with each heart-belly-womb contraction welcoming the Wonder of the New through this tender, fragile body I love you each beyond words 🌺

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“Yes, before the glad rejoicing, the human heart needs to grieve. This is... the New Advent, why it comes to be the New Advent, and why Yeshua himself could not speak of it. He knew that the time of the Marys would come to show the way that cannot be denied. It was the feminine that invited the masculine to complete itself by way of bringing feeling together with thought. This was the birth of Creation. This is what we do again now. We urge the masculine to complete what was begun, by way of adoption of the feminine, so that both merge into the way of the Creator, and the Advent of The New. My son had only hours to grieve for himself, to wish that the cup would pass him by, or to mourn the end of his time with his friends, and his soul’s connection to those who knew him most deeply. I had years. The world has had centuries. This grief is not only to mourn our beloved’s passing, but to mourn for a world that changed but could not see its change.” (p221)
“You will, of necessity, give up on the old way, for to try to live in both realms will make you feel insane. When Yeshua cried out, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me,” he was quite human in his suffering, in his grief, in his experience of the insanity of the time More and more around you will begin to experience the feeling of unreality, if not insanity, and you will at times be put off balance by this. You will feel sorrow for needless suffering, including your own, for you will feel as if you “suffer” this change: some of you often, some of you seldom, all of you at one time or another.” (p323)
“Now we mourn that the time of mobs and torture still exist, mourn that good men are still influenced to wrong actions, mourn that people still kill one another, mourn that the wisdom of women is still discounted, that women still deliver children into an unkind world, that men still righteously walk away, that people are still judged by the color of their skin, that sects still argue over one right way, and that the feminine continues to be cast aside by men... In wholeness, the feminine and the masculine come together and are complete... with each in-breath and out-breath, the expansion and contraction of the womb of The New. It can only come in Mirari, the wonder in which wholeness abides within the imagination of it.”
(p227) — Mary of Nazareth
(Mirari: The Way of the Marys, © Mari Perron)

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🌸🕸🌸 The Silence (Holy Saturday)
       Friday 2nd April 2021

Last night I slept fitfully. The scent of spikenard in my nostrils from the Himalayan oil I’d dabbed on my wrists. A fragrance that helps loosen and dissolve the cords that bind the body in illusion. Freeing me in surrender to the New that is birthing through each one of us and all around. And this morning I sat in stillness, belly-womb kicking, chest pounding, and every particle of my body trimmering (my made-up word for trembling and shimmering🙃). This is the day millions around the world pause, re-member-ing all suffering and surrender. No wonder I’m feeling pregnant with possibility. Breathing into the light within, joining with each in vigilant gratitude, trust, and defiant anticipation. Despite the nameless anxiety murmuring, bubbling, and at times erupting in my belly. Reminding myself that the pendulum must swing both ways before it can come to rest in the middle. That the closer we get to the light, the deeper and darker the shadows become. That this passage is a lot like Heartbreak Hill on the Boston Marathon route — a steep incline that runners encounter just five miles from the Finish Line! That now is the moment to draw on everything I’ve ever received. That my power lies in the boundless love overflowing within and around each of us in the infinite field. We must keep going. It’s what we’ve trained for and lived lifetimes for. Dare I say it? We’re almost there! Spiraling deep into silence, into the rich, inky, stillness of the void where all answers lie. Unabashedly weeping in order to rise again. Loving you each beyond words 🌺

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“We, the women, were alone on the Sabbath. We were shaken The night before we were preparing the oils, busying ourselves, falling to the ground to weep, rising again. This day we were nearly silent as well as mute, by which I mean by choice as well as by shock, and we did not dare breathe a word of how shaken we were. I stole sideways glances at the others. Only Miriam of Magdala had a look about her that was not one of defeat. I distracted myself with imagining that things I had heard were true, for she held a strength that was not only from her youth but of a conviction stronger even than my own... I could not think of life until I grieved death. And so, I bring you the New Advent that will allow the grieving to begin so that the grieving can end. The grieving will gather in the women, distribute the feminine, and usher in The New. Do not be distracted now by the arising. Stay with the descending. With the rescue. With the silence.”
(p231) — Mary of Nazareth
(Mirari: The Way of the Marys, © Mari Perron)

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🌸🕸🌸 The Resurrection (Easter Sunday)
       Saturday 3rd April 2021

Savoring the bittersweet fragrance of joy tinged with sorrow. A gentle sorrow that whispers “Did it really have to come to this?” And the answer comes “Yes, my love, it did. And now it is done. You are the accomplished, as are each precious brother or sister who responds along with you.” This Easter 2021 I share my heart, ever hopeful for the dawning of a kinder, gentler world — a New Earth now, inclusive of all life. With clear unflinching eyes, seeing beyond the woundedness in the cruelties of the world as it is, to the Innocence in each. With a tenderness that dissolves and transmutes all of it into the stuff of New Life. A world of compassion rising again through each one of us, who are made new through our willingness to feel and transmute the pain and suffering of the ages. The return of Love and the greening of the laurel as the Cathars prophesied some 700 years ago. A shimmering playground for Love endlessly expressing Love in form — all gain and no loss, joy without sorrow, laughter without tears, and life everlasting. With heart felt blessings🙏🏾 I am wishing you renewal in the beauty of falling leaves/springing flowers, and rejuvenation in the deliciousness of chocolate ... lots of chocolate! 🤎🍫🤎 I love you each beyond words 🌺

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“Gentleness is what is most in need of being seen after the exceptional harshness that has been... Miriam (of Magdala) was out the door. She was awake and restrained herself as long as she could. The others of us were rising slowly as her cloaked body flew off like the wisp of wind. She clutched her bundle to her chest like a new babe. As we prepared to join her, there was a signal, a sign, a quickening. We were sent word without the benefit of words. My sister and I looked at one another and knew. For each it was the same: a dawning within the mind, a leap of heart, a glance toward the closest of companions, a confirmation. There was no doubt. Our eyes smiled reverentially, and we began to move our lips in thankful prayer, as was our way. Prayer was our response to everything, the way we had been raised to live and breathe. It filled all our spaces. Now there was a Risen Lord who remained within our midst. The elation was such that we twittered and foraged like sunbirds as we readied ourselves to join Miriam at the tomb. Now, nothing was as it was. Grief disappeared as anticipation filled us.” (p233)
“What Miriam knew was that it was her place to attend to her beloved soul mate. Even she had not foreseen him being taken from her or being returned to her in such a way. Slowly, it would dawn on us, that the ability to transcend death was greater than the ability to escape death. We had all, you see, prayed for the power that would save Yeshua from death as he had saved Lazarus. Yet what we witnessed was such agony. We felt it as our own. And so briefly everything was new. It seemed possible, even after such torture, to escape death. In this way, we headed out, not yet knowing what we would find, only that he still lived. This we greeted with joy without sorrow. It would not last but it would return. All I sought was the vision of him. I did not see him when I thought I would, and when I did, what I saw was like a vision wrapped in wounded flesh. He gained more solidity in coming days, but he was in between worlds, remaining only to finish what he had begun. As soon as I saw him, I knew that, even with the foreknowledge he was given, and although he was willing, he had not expected to suffer and die as he did. For a few days, he retained that human vulnerability. I wept for him. Oh, my Habibie.” (p235)
“It is giving and receiving as one that has made way for that foretold as the way of Mary, and our revelation of the way of Mary coming in Mirari — the way of wonder. The life of Jesus breached that of the old order. What was begun after his ascension was a “new order.” It was a move from old laws to new laws. From an old hierarchy to one that invited life with the Father, companioned and accompanied... It was the birth of a new order. It was in acceptance of a God made flesh that life itself became more orderly, more open to love, and less prone to cruelty. But cruelty remained a way of much of the world, and you continue to see this, even now. Despite my son’s example, dying into life is not considered. The call to move through death into new life — “here,” to be here in a descending rather than an ascending manner, not as a way of barbarism but one of goodness, one that responds creatively to a destiny not yet written — is barely known It is here but hidden. It is here, but not yet clear. Your Jesus ascended and lives among you. As do I. We are examples of the rising of the body. We are a risen people.”
(p238) — Mary of Nazareth
(Mirari: The Way of the Marys, © Mari Perron)

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