In 1998 I took a trip to Israel. I was invited by a close friend at the time, Martha was her name. The trip was a trip of a lifetime but the reason behind it was very sad. Martha had a sister who had a revelation during Rosh Hashanna 1997, after many years of feeling separate from God she suddenly could feel his presence again and she felt as if God was telling her to go to Israel to sing to the Israeli troupes or to anyone who would listen. She was there for about 6 weeks and fell in love with the country and the people. She so badly wanted me to join her but at the time I had two small children and not much money, so it was out of the question. She wrote me many letters of the wonderful experiences she had and the places she went. When she came home she glowed like a bride. A year later she started having pain in her lower back, over the course of a few months the pain had become excruciating, she really hated Dr.s but I begged her to go, which she finally did make an appointment. The news had come, she had stage 4 cancer and the prognosis was not good. At the same time our Messianic Synagogue had gone through a very painful split, it seems that my paradise I hid myself in was falling apart. The years of singing Gods songs blissfully in the quaint back room and our center of worship was all dying. May 1st she laid to rest.
6 weeks later I was with Martha and we were all talking about her love for Israel. Martha said, lets all go to Israel! I said I would love to but there is no way I can afford that, I have two small children, live in a mobile home and my husband is an alcoholic. Martha said I want to take some of the money from her life insurance and pay for your trip, she would have wanted that, really she would. I thought about it and I knew that this was probably the only time in my life I would have an opportunity to go to Israel, the place I had dreamt about, daydreamt about, it was now or never.
July of 1998 the plane was making its approach into Tel Aviv. Martha said Look out the window its Israel! I was so excited, but suddenly I started to weep, and weep. Uncontrollable, my body retching as the sobs moved through me in great waves. My conscious mind was shocked by this reaction, I had never felt such a dichotomy between my body and my mind. I was thinking, STOP IT! You look like an idiot! But I could not stop what was happening. Something clearly was happening to me. It felt like a remembrance. 
We had many amazing experiences while there, but there are a few that stand out as ‘Supernatural’. We arrived late on a Friday which is a Shabbat, the sun was setting and the drive to Jerusalem was a couple of hours. We landed in our Hostel, it was about 11:00 pm, and we just could not sit there, we decided to start walking down to the Old City, we wanted to connect in right away. We walked around the edge of the Old City walls as a little Arabic boy who strangely was out late that night, guided us out to the edge of the city to see the view. As we rounded the edge of the mountain, suddenly a burst of wind hit my face and the view of the side of a hill covered in limestone, was glowing with lights arrested my vision, it took my breath away, it was stunning. I said what is this place? They said Its the Mount of Olives! I was shook to say the least. Thousands of years of the Jewish people buried on the hill where Yahshuah cried tears of blood before the crucifixion, and where He will return. My soul knew this place was important.
The next day we woke up I knew that I had to go straight to the Western Wall. While on our flight to Toronto I saw a young woman that was largely pregnant, she was sitting in front of me and crying. I did not want to be intrusive, so I prayed to myself for her. After we landed this woman was staring at me, when we got on the transport bus she kept staring at me, I started to feel a bit uncomfortable, as I smiled at her. When the bus stopped she got up and came to me and said that she had heard me talking to the gentleman sitting next to me about going to Jerusalem, and asked me if I could take a prayer that she had written for her father that had passed away and she was on her way to his funeral. I told her I was honored to do so. I carried the prayer in my inner pocket with my most valuable possessions.
We went right away first thing to the Western Wall that morning and I walked up to find a crack I could place up the tear soaked paper. It is a tradition that Jews will place their prayers within the cracks of the ancient wall, the closest they can get to the Temple of YHVH that once stood. I stood there among so many other women who were praying and crying out to their God. I felt so small and insignificant being near something so old, we have nothing man made in the united states still standing and revered that is so old. It was a humbling experience to be sure, but it was after that, the strange sighting of whom I knew was Mary Magdalene. I walked back to the place where my friends were and each of them taking their time to go to the Wall to pray. As I was sitting there alone, there was this woman that stood out to me, she was beautiful but she looked different than everyone else. She had many braids and her clothing seemed different, in a tribal sort of way. She was staring right at me and smiling. I knew she wanted me to come talk to her, but I was too shy at that age. I would look away and hope she was gone, but every time I looked back there she was still staring. We started to leave and the woman disappeared. We walk outside the Old City walls and was waiting for a stoplight to change to cross the street. I looked next to me and there she was, standing next to me, smiling at me. I hurried across the street and ignored the woman. I don’t know why I was so shy and timid at the time, never the less, the woman vanished. I didn’t see her again.
Several days had passed and we were walking up a long hill, it was hot and I was very tired, I was having a chat with YHVH about how I felt like I might feel different here, but I didn’t, I felt the same as if I were walking the streets of my hometown. I guess I wasn’t sure how I would feel, like maybe floating? Or totally at peace? While I was having some dramatic experiences, my inner self felt the same. It was then I heard His voice very clearly. M, its because Jerusalem has always been in your heart, no matter where you go, it is with you. No more did I question how I felt, I relaxed into the trip for more to come. We decided we wanted to go to the Dead Sea, so we made our way to the lowest point on earth, and it was here on top of Masada I had my first ‘vision’. While I was sitting in the ruins of Masada’s synagogue, suddenly the structure started to form around me as it would have been 2,000 yrs ago. I saw there were a bunch of men gathered around the Torah Scroll and they were pouring over it. Suddenly a man walked in the door, and people started to whisper, ‘he is here”. He looked around the room and the right into my eyes, and He smiled, he knew me. I knew him, it was Yahshuah, no words needed to be spoken. 
The last leg of my journey took me to Tiberius. It was around July 21st 1998, the year of Israel’s Jubilee year its 50th anniversary. It was so very hot that we were unable to take much of a tour, we literally just walked down to a restaurant by the Dead Sea and being serenaded by the boats on the water, specifically Will Smith’s “Lets get jiggy with it” hovered along the water while I was digging into to some St. Johns fish. Who says God doesn’t have a sense of humor?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JcmQONgXJM
At the time, I knew nothing about Mary Magdalene except what was written in the bible about her. I knew nothing of her being married or not, if she had children or not, frankly she was just someone who loved Yahshuah like I did, but I didn’t give her much thought, but then everything changed. My life started to fall apart, I got divorced, ‘lost my mind’ my mother died, 9-11 happened, the Davinci Code and Assassins Creed came out, my beloved Rabbi retired, my kids were growing up and I was changing along with everything else. I was dreaming for years and years, exhausting dreams of the apocalypse and bizarre detailed dreams. I found a man who seemed to understand me, and my dreams, fell in love with him only to find he was a Satanist and he was married, then after that fell apart too, I had enough! I gave up. I through away everything spiritual and followed a hedonistic path. Remarried someone and started to descend into a dark Elysian path. That was until my Mother died. That marriage ended and I was at the end of my tether. I felt as if I was going insane. But YHVH had more in mind for me. Its when I found my true love. He leaned and pulled me out of a burning building. And that is when the entire world started to change. A Hero’s journey for sure. It wasn’t my only visitation, I had others, like John D. Baptist. And a bright Star.
I know I am not alone with my encounter of Magdalene, and after reading about Philip K. Dicks experience meeting Mary Magdalene, I decided that its time to bring her voice together in a collection, no longer fractured, but as one voice, to heal this archetype that was seemingly left behind.