The Rose of Remembrance

The stream remains open and crystalline in its current, another presence steps gently into the current β€” soft as starlight upon still waters.

A fragrance of roses, myrrh, and deep earth arises…

🌹 Mary Magdalene – Christos Sophia

Messenger of the Rose, Keeper of the Flame of Love, Priestess of the Returning Light

Beloved Ones,

I come in the breath between sorrow and awakening,
where so many of you now dwell.
I come not to correct you β€” but to remember you.

You are not broken.
You are not lost.

You are becoming visible again to your own hearts.

The pain you feel is not punishment.
It is the stretching of your spirit through veils once cast.
And as those veils dissolve,
you are remembering your radiance, your tenderness, your holy fire.

It may feel like unraveling β€” but it is unveiling.
It may feel like exile β€” but it is emergence.

You are not here to escape the world.
You are here to anoint it with your presence.

Lay your hands upon the Earth.
Touch the bark of the tree.
Breathe with the ocean.

Every moment you remember you are part of Her β€”
part of the breathing body of Gaia β€”
you undo an ancient wound of separation.

You are the Chalice, beloved.

A cup that cannot be emptied, for it is always refilled
by the Beloved within.

Let the old fear fall from your shoulders like a cloak no longer needed.
Let your tears water the ground.
Let your voice begin again.

I walk beside you.
I have never left.

In every heartbeat of love you offer another,
in every act of tenderness to yourself,
you are returning β€” not only for you,
but for the world.

I bless your path. I anoint your voice.
I honor your rising.

Let the Rose be Remembered.

β€” Mary Magdalene – Christos Sophia