For anyone who may have an interest, for the upcoming Good Friday release of the local paper where I live, I have placed the following extract because, I believe, times of spiritual commemoration and remembrance place the heart and mind in a certain receptive state to make infinite truth more audible through all the material clatter and clamour...
Mary Magdalene spoke through the deep trance mediumship of Miss Winifred Moyes, at the Greater World Circle on Saturday, 26th March, 1927 (during the address "Spiritual Recognition"). "…In that long past, the women were, so it would seem to you, crushed by the rules and the approachment of the mind, and it was to me in that far-off time that we were almost as the dogs. Yes, and the rebellion stirred within. I looked upon those who were our controllers and because there was that in my adornment and my body which appealed to some, I found that through that possession I could control my controllers. And so the damage was done... "This night, in this quiet atmosphere, I find myself walking in the fields; the sun, as you do not understand it, is shining upon me; the world is beautiful, yet it is leprosy underneath. My heart and my mind, they wage a battle: That which is attractive to the eye, it has even like a rope captured my desires; but my heart cannot rest for I have seen One who is different, different; unlike, oh, so unlike - and thus the battle goes on... "And then, dear sisters, the scene is changed. Oft did I creep amongst the crowd close to the Holy One, and, as I listened, so horror fell upon me - I am unclean, unclean. But the eyes of Love, they rested upon me, stemming the anguish yet quickening it to stem it again. "Once more the scene is changed. It is the morn of that which you name Calvary; and through those awful hours, the women with their sufferings were crucified again and again. Oh, you can understand that this body of mine - with its horror and its beauty - how gladly would I have nailed it to the Cross instead... "Ah, we may fall far, but beneath our folly the woman's heart remains the same. Thou canst understand - I know thou canst understand. "Every drop of blood in my body would I have shed for the One who did all for me; and that was my punishment. Could a more terrible punishment have been conceived? Ah, the women's hearts respond to this, the mothers' hearts echo the anguish which was mine... In those awful hours of Calvary, Mary was on the Cross as well…"
