By Lucille Alabaster
Forget the harlot. Forget the repentant sinner with downcast eyes and tangled hair.
The real Mary Magdalene wasn’t saved by Jesus—
she saw him.
Because she wasn’t just a woman in his story.
She was the woman who understood his light—because she carried her own.
This article isn’t about religion.
It’s about resurrection.
Of truth. Of power. Of the sacred feminine hidden behind stained glass.
The Gospel They Buried
In the Gospel of Mary—a suppressed Gnostic text—Mary speaks of soul ascent, inner alchemy, and spiritual gnosis.
The other disciples question her authority.
She doesn’t flinch.
In this gospel, she is the one who comforts and teaches—not Peter.
She is not a witness.
She is a channel.
So why was her story rewritten?
Because the church couldn’t handle a woman who could hold divine ecstasy and embodied truth without male mediation.
The Magdalene Code: Priestess, Not Prostitute
In early esoteric and tantric traditions, sexuality was not sin.
It was sacrament.
Priestesses were trained to:
- Awaken kundalini (serpent energy)
- Anoint with sacred oils
- Perform initiations that merged sex with soul
- Balance the divine masculine and feminine through union
Sound familiar?
Mary Magdalene is often depicted with a jar of oil—a priestess’s tool, not a sinner’s shame.
Her name—Magdalene—means “tower.” A symbol of strength, not disgrace.
She was a tantric initiate.
She was likely trained in Egyptian or Essene mystery schools.
She was the womb that understood the Word.
The Kiss on the Mouth
The Gospel of Philip says:
“The companion of the [Savior] is Mary Magdalene. [He] loved her more than all the disciples and used to kiss her often on her mouth.”
This wasn’t romance.
It was transmission.
In mystery traditions, sacred breath or sexual exchange was used to transfer knowledge, activate spiritual memory, and awaken the inner Christ consciousness.
Mary wasn’t just kissed.
She was ignited.
What This Means for Us
To reclaim Mary is to reclaim:
- The holiness of touch
- The wisdom of the womb
- The voice of the woman not saved, but awakened
She is not your shame.
She is your mirror.
She is every woman who dared to know the divine without permission.
“She didn’t follow the Christ. She embodied the Christ. That’s why they erased her.”
—Lucille Alabaster
