The Reclamation of Mary Magdalene

Consort Meets Divine Tantrika?

For centuries, she has been remembered as the fallen one — the sinner, the seductress, the woman saved by a man.

But what if we’ve been told only half the story?

What if Mary Magdalene wasn’t a prostitute, but a priestess of the sacred, a tantrika who had already awakened to the divine within herself?

This isn’t just about re-writing history. It's about reclaiming what was hidden —within her story… and within us.

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I want to acknowledge something before I continue. My own nephew once scolded me for re-imagining the story of Mary Magdalene, calling it blasphemy. I understand where he was coming from — for many, these stories are sacred, not to be questioned. But my intention is not to disrespect or distort. My intention is to reveal — to bring light to what’s been hidden, especially the power of the Divine Feminine that has been left out of most religious teachings. This is where, I believe, religion has fallen short: in honoring the feminine as divine, equal, and essential.

What I’m about to share is not a historical account, but a reflection — a remembering — drawn from meditation, inner knowing, and deep contemplation. It’s my rendition of Mary Magdalene: not as the fallen woman, but as the sacred tantrika, the mirror, the consort, the healer, the woman who awakened love in the hearts of men. And before I share my vision, I want to honor others who have walked this path of remembrance and shared similar insights.

Throughout history, there have been whispers — buried scriptures, mystics, and modern voices — who have dared to see Mary Magdalene not as a sinner, but as a spiritual master in her own right.

The Gnostic Gospels, long hidden from mainstream religious texts, reveal a very different Magdalene. In the Gospel of Mary, she is not only seen as one of Jesus’s closest companions, but as someone who understood teachings the others did not. The disciples, confused after Jesus’s departure, turn to her for clarity. She was a guide. A teacher. A woman of wisdom.

Meggan Watterson, in her powerful book Mary Magdalene Revealed, brings her forth as a voice of the divine feminine gnosis — the inner knowing that transcends dogma. Watterson doesn’t frame her as a temptress, but as an embodiment of the soul’s deep truth, reminding us that we are already whole, and that love is the path to the divine.

And in the world of mystery schools, Magdalene is often remembered as a sacred initiate, perhaps even a priestess of Isis or a trained tantrika. These teachings, preserved quietly through oral traditions, speak of a woman who knew how to walk between worlds — who could hold immense presence, channel divine energy, and serve as a sacred mirror for the masculine.

But what is a tantrika, really? And why is this so often misunderstood?

A tantrika is not a prostitute.

She is not someone who takes more than she offers— she is someone who offers herself as a vessel for divine love to move through her.

She is guided not by lust, but by spirit.

Her body becomes an altar.

Her presence becomes a prayer.

Through sacred touch, movement, and energy, she holds a frequency so pure that those who encounter her are invited back to their own divinity.

She doesn’t seduce — she awakens.

She doesn’t take — she mirrors.

She doesn’t save — she reminds.

Unlike the cultural caricature of the prostitute — someone offering themselves for external gain — a Tantrika is a vessel.

She does not give from lack, but from overflow.

She moves not from desperation, but from devotion.

She allows divine energy to move through her, pouring love, presence, and truth into the hearts of those she touches — not to seduce, but to awaken.

In this vision of Mary Magdalene, she is not a woman who was weak, but rather, misunderstood. She is the one who reminded others of their own divinity — especially the men who had never been truly seen before. She offered these men what they desperately needed, but never quite grasped before: a woman's genuine love.

In this light, could it be that Mary Magdalene’s role wasn’t to be a servant to Jesus, but to walk beside him as an equal — embodying the divine feminine, so that he could embody the divine masculine more fully?

So that together, they became the ultimate servants of the world.

Could her presence have been the sacred balance that allowed his message of unconditional love to be truly felt?

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Let me share the Magdalene as she has appeared to me —not from a book, but from the still silence of meditation, from the whispers of intuition, from the dance between breath and spirit.

They labelled her a sinner, a damned woman.

But she was a Tantrika — a sacred woman of the temple,

who knew how to move divine energy through her body,

pouring love into those who had forgotten who they were.

She traded in her time and divine energy, and in exchange,

she brought them back to themselves.

She looked into their eyes, passed their walls of silent aggression,

Saw their wounds,

Touched their hearts,

and reminded them of their kingship.

Reminded them of their humanity.

Many of those men were healed by her —

yet still, they feared her power.

One day, the crowd turned on her.

Drowning in their own guilt and shame, they called her a sinner, an adulteress,

gathering stones in their hands and judgment in their eyes.

And that’s when He appeared.

Jesus Christ.

He didn’t “save” her out of pity —he stood beside her with reverence.

When he looked into her eyes, he saw something no one else had seen —

His match.

His reflection.

His energetic equal.

It was not salvation that passed between them —it was recognition.

A meeting of the divine masculine and divine feminine,

not in opposition, but in sacred union.

Together, they became an unstoppable force.

Their energies collided like cosmic currents,

Amplifying one another in ways the world had never seen.

They were no longer just healers —they became creators.

Creators of a new way.

A new world.

A glimpse of Heaven on Earth.

And that kind of power —the sacred union of love and truth —was feared.

Not by the people, but by the ones who clung to control.

Because when divine masculine and divine feminine come into balance,

systems of oppression begin to crumble.

The time has come to remember Her —not as a woman in shame,

but as a woman of Sacred Power.

A Tantrika.

A Teacher.

A Mirror for the Divine.

She is rising now, through each of us —

In our voices, our sensuality, our softness, our strength.

The Magdalene codes live in the body of every woman

who dares to reclaim her worth, her wisdom, and her wildness.

Once we fully awaken the Divine Feminine,

The Divine Feminine will start to SEE the Divine Masculine.

And that is when we start to step into our Salvation.

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Below is a powerful clip from The Passion of the Christ. In this scene, we witness Mother Mary and Mary Magdalene tenderly cleaning Jesus’ blood from the earth after his crucifixion — an act of devotion, grief, and sacred love. As Mary Magdalene falls to her knees, her memory drifts back to an earlier moment… the day Jesus stood between her and the mob, drawing a line in the sand to protect her.

That moment wasn’t just about mercy — it was recognition. It was the beginning of something deeper: two sacred beings seeing one another fully, beyond shame, beyond roles — soul to soul.

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To close today’s post, I want to share a powerful companion piece by Lisa Citore—a response to the poem I shared yesterday.

If Mary Magdalene were alive today, I believe this would be her message to the Divine Feminine.

These two poems have stayed with me for years, ever since I first stumbled upon them in a Facebook share. Their words continue to ripple through me, offering remembrance, reverence, and restoration. You can find Lisa Citore's work on her website HERE.

If You Want to Change the World, Love a Man (2013)

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him.

Find the one whose eyes are like blazing suns,

that make you look away the first time,

that pierce right through you,

blinding you to everything but the moment,

melting you into a puddle of soft pastel light,

even though you cringe at the color, pink.

The one who stops your thinking,

who sends your lashes fluttering

and all the blood rushing to your cheeks.

The slow-to-speak-one,

whose smile is like a flute,

who summons honey bee songs,

blossom songs and morning bird songs

with his listening.

The fallen-sky-one with the mark on his back,

where he lost his feathers from flying too close to a star.

The broken one in search of his wings,

who tells you the story of how to make fire.

If you want to change the world, love a man

beyond your fear of being burned.

Beyond unforgiveness and the walls you’ve built

to protect your sovereignity and anonymity.

Love him beyond old wounds and lies

you believed to be truth,

the hole in your heart from an absent father,

the scar on your sacred flower left by thieves.

Beyond past lives and the memory

you keep like a shrine to betrayal

when you fell to your knees in the ashes of your village,

and love became a field of bones.

Lift your darkened face to him who stands before you.

Take his hand and let him raise you to your feet.

Trust him to hold you as you tremble and weep

in his arms for all that has been lost and found in this holy instant.

If you want to change the world, love a man

Beyond your faithlessness

and your secret hatred of humanity

Beyond all your judgment and self righteous projection.

The stone on your heart is as ancient

as the thought that you had to deny

His existence

to know your power.

You are no less God than you ever were.

Man is no more guilty than Woman is innocent.

Love him for bearing the burden of desire in his sex

so your temple could remain whole unto itself-

for taking on the split aspect of mind

that seemed to abandon the oneness of heaven

so that you might know the joy of Its extension.

Love the ecstatic, primal root

castrated by religion as the root of all evil-

the channel of divine creative impulse-

that sparks the seeds of life, death and birth

from the womb of space and time.

Love the humble guardian and warrior

Man has been to Woman

even as he hunts her,

even in his drive towards self gratification,

which ultimately is the portal to soul union.

Love the violator who holds the mirror

to everything you have disowned within yourself-

so that all your desire, your creative impulse

may be freed

from the chains of separation,

lack and guilt

and you can finally trust your Self.

If you want to change the world,

love a man

in all his instinctual animal nature,

in all his hunger and devotion to beauty.

Love him beyond your vanity and pridefulness,

your gilded possessiveness and need to be special-

beyond your well thought out conditions for safety

and all your concepts of how a man

should be in relationship.

Love him beyond your anger at not getting your way,

beyond your terror of not knowing or being in control.

Love him in his relentless pursuit

to penetrate the deepest sanctuaries within you,

that hold the chaos of your strongest emotions,

your carefully guarded secrets of separation

between light and dark, virgin and whore,

man and woman, spirit and form.

Love him for opening the door to sensuality,

to your primordial self that is beyond duality,

for binding you to pleasure

even as the air closes in around you,

even as you writhe with madness,

cursing your incarnation as the enemy-

even as you contract and claw,

crying out in despair, such joy it brings.

Love him for not yielding

to your resistance to surrender-

for standing in his masculine power

even as you threaten to destroy him.

If you want to change the world, love your man

for leaving you to live his purpose,

whether it’s for a day, a week, months or years.

Love him for breaking his own heart over and over-

for holding the tension and balance

of polarity and intimacy,

of distance and closeness.

Love his need for silence and solace-

for keeping some of his mystery to himself-

not that he has anything to hide,

but so you will always have surprises!

Love his evolutionary nature

that seeks new experiences,

that can never be satisfied-

for his boundless curiosity,

that if allowed to be free

might be your own liberation

from complacency.

Love him for shining independently

from the seat of his own majesty-

for not needing, yet choosing you

from a place of knowing his magnificence.

Love him for being your patient direction and destiny-

for returning to you

your own brightness through the dark night-

for helping you to remember

the one and only relationship you’ve ever had

and tried to forget-

for bringing you to that vulnerable, powerless

abiding place of surrender

you’ve been afraid of and waiting for all your life-

where you can finally be consumed by Love-

where you can finally be claimed by God.