In the days of old, many of you were in the Sacred Order of Magdalena. It was not a last name. It was a title. It was a crown. It was a knowing. It was held sacred in the Essene community where Christ walked among men.
In my time of living I endured much hate that was placed upon me because of my position and training. I endured arrows of poisons that came from the eyes of others. I endured angry words. I stood high in my Light and the sacred teachings of my order. I did not trip upon my path but kept a strong heart of love towards all that wished me harm.
I did not beg for mercy for I knew that I stood in a light so grand and so beautiful that nothing could make my world tumble, for I was a seer and already knew of events to come. I saw my light as solid, not as a red thread that blows in the winds of change. The mantle of light and secrety I wore was beyond bending or ever breaking for it was the very fabric of my soul.
