Are you stuck in this labyrinth? Abraham Lincoln and Mary Todd were, Marilyn Monroe, Elvis Presley, the Titanic, Lana Del Ray, Smashing Pumpkins, David Bowie, DaVinci, Elizabeth I, and many many more. I will be over time be outlining and adding information, to slowly knit together this very large tapestry that is evolving and changing as it is a living code. Do you know a Magdalene? Probably, and some people understand this code and use it to enslave people for their benefit, specifically secret societies. What I have discovered must be spoken in order to help break this curse. Some may think I am crazy, and that is just fine, actually expect it, being that one of the symptoms of the syndrome is madness, or the accusation of ‘crazy’, ask Mary Todd for details. Time is ticking, the labyrinth is on fire, and you need to understand your part in it, your karma and what we can do.
After a trip in 2015 to France and Scotland, I stepped off the plane in Nashville Tn, exhausted but happy to be home. The following morning I woke up, but I was not in my home, I was somewhere in early medieval France laying in bed next to a man I did not recognize, in a room I did not recognize and even more frightening a time period I had only read about in books or watched on the movie screen. . Sitting straight up in bed and looking at the large room around me, the room felt familiar yet, something didn’t feel just right, looking next to me was this man, who was he? We were sleeping in a large carved wooden bed with a fireplace and natural stone floor. All traces of my ‘normal’ life had vanished, my mind raced to make sense, and so I spoke out loud, who is this man laying next to me? A voice in the distance said “The Magician King”…. The Magician King? I reached slowly to gentle touch him, and just as quickly as my hand made contact, BAM!
The present moment snapped into place, like a large vacuum it quickly vanished to one center point, revealing this reality that was just laying beyond the previous, and suddenly this “Magician King” morphed into my husband, laying there just as I remember him from the night before. This was no dream, I was fully awake and cognizant of my surroundings, but what was happening to me? I have never experienced anything like this before, nor since, could I be going insane? As the weeks rolled along, I was experiencing all sorts of strange occurrences. I could hear music playing off in the distance, it seemed very pleasant, like a heavenly choir of Angels. I also could hear people speaking just out of range, straining to hear the conversations, but the ear never being able to grab a word. There seemed to be a misty golden haze that would come and go in intensity as well, I felt as if someone had slipped me some sort of psychedelics, yet to my knowledge no one had. I felt I was on some sort of never ending drug induced trip and at this point a person could say that I was having some type of psychotic break, except the story didn’t just involve me, this is where it gets really interesting, it seemed that other people as well were experiencing the same symptoms. The drugged Golden Haze, the voices, the strange experiences. I was unable to fully work because I could hardly stand for very long, nor could I keep my mind clear enough to hold a conversation. This state lasted for several months, and it was during these months that my husband and I started to be able to see a pattern. It was as if God himself was looking directly at us, and revealing to us a secret tapestry that we now have deemed the Magdalene Syndrome.
In the summer of 2006 I happened to be watching the morning news and an interview with an author caught my attention. This author was claiming that extraordinary events were happening in her life that brought her to the conclusion that she was descended from Mary Magdalene and Jesus. She had written a book and had some interesting views, I made a note of it at the time, but quickly forgot about it. Later that week I wandered into the book store and there was this authors book, already in the clearance bin so I thought why not, I grabbed the book, thinking that this was fate. I started to read it but like my typical self, I got about two chapters in and laid it down never to pick it up again. Yet as fate would have it, I saw her husband soon afterwards on a popular History channel show about Aliens. So I decided to look her up on Facebook and why not friend her. She accepted my friend request, I shot her a couple of messages and she cordially replied. She gave me many warnings about the French Mystery groups often refereed to as ‘Magheads’ (Magdalene followers)or ‘Rennies’(Renne Les Chateau groupies), those weren’t the real trouble, but that there were many in that world that were dangerous, she named a few and advised to steer clear of them. A few months later, an unfortunate event started to unfold in her life. I watched and kept up on her posts about her husband suddenly becoming sick with some extremely rare form of very aggressive cancer.
As the weeks passed by her husbands fate seemed to be in the hands of an outside force. Sadly he passed, and I watched while it seemed her life started to spiral in a pretty tragic way. She seemed to be becoming the very thing she wrote about, she died her hair red, as well as all her followers, she also had stated some dramatic beliefs and that she was leading women around France tracing them through the steps of Magdalene herself. As my experience continued to develop very strange events also started to unfold for me, my husband started to become somewhat nervous as we were witnessing what seemed to be our reality bending around us in rather uncomfortable ways. One example was noticing the colors red and blue everywhere. As if all other colors started to fade into the back ground and red and blue were now the primary foreground colors. On a trip to a local historic site, while I was driving I noticed my husband becoming very uncomfortable, he stopped talking. I asked him what was wrong and he pointed out that all the cars on both sides of the interstate to infinity were red and blue. I looked and he was right, in about equal amounts for around a 45 minute drive. Coincidence? Maybe, but now add the morning conversation with someone we hadn’t spoken to about the red and blue surge, telling us he awoke that morning to a group of red birds, then a group of blue birds in his front yard, completely in two separate groups, he said it was the oddest thing he had ever seen. Then spontaneously, his mother sent a text of her new art work. It was a picture of a jester, wearing red and blue and surrounded by gold. It was sent smack dab in the middle of a movie we were watching about the Jester. We hadn’t breathed a word to anyone. At this point these synchronizations were happening on a daily basis, and the best analogy I have heard was my husbands rendition of the Wonder Bread analogy, I’ll add a pod-cast link in the appendix. What was going on? This type of daily universal gas lighting continued for months, until the experience had become so intense, we had to separate our self from the world. TV, radio, people, and this was difficult to do being we owned a store. We needed silence and time to figure out what was happening, when would it stop? Or would it ever?
To be continued…..