MagdalaSophia's Journey

2007-07-15T22:39:00.000-04:00

Click on this link to download my newest free cross stitch pattern. It's called "A Tribute to Mary Magdalene".

All's well. . . .

2007-06-30T22:10:00.000-04:00

I'm pleased to say that the man who was harassing the Seminary School I attend has withdrawn his libelous web site. He has apologized and all has come to a satisfactory end.

I received this in an e-mail today. It's called "God's Hands".

A notice to my loyal supporters

2007-05-27T19:53:00.001-04:00

Currently, this site as well as my other religious based sites are under a verbal attack by a certain man who I believe is trying to cause my seminary school as much trouble as one man possibly can.
At no time have I ever presented myself as an academic. My ordination and my doctorate degree are from a religious seminary. They are religious credentials.
As Dr. Martin Luther King was a Doctor of Theology, so am I.
Since this man has what might be considered internet knowledge, I will be slightly altering the names and hometowns of those who post to my BLOGS, contribute to this Ministry and in other ways identify themselves to the world through any of my web sites. This is necessary, in my humble opinion, to protect my wonderful supporters from any attack, verbal or otherwise, from this person’s questionable behavior.
Please pray that God touches this man's heart and that She will stop him from any future harassment.
Thank you,
Dr. Maggie

Poems of experience. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox. London : Gay and Hancock, Ltd. 1910.

2007-04-23T23:24:00.000-04:00

This poem was written in 1910; still appropriate today!
Poems of experience. By Ella Wheeler Wilcox. London : Gay and Hancock, Ltd. 1910.

BATTLE HYMN OF THE WOMEN
They are waking, they are waking, In the east, and in the west; They are throwing wide their windows to the sun; And they see the dawn is breaking, And they quiver with unrest, For they know their work is waiting to be done.
They are waking in the city, They are waking on the farm; They are waking in the boudoir, and the mill; And their hearts are full of pity As they sound the loud alarm, For the sleepers, who in darkness, slumber, still.
In the guarded harem prison, Where they smother under veils, And all echoes of the world are walled away; Though the sun has not yet risen, Yet the ancient darkness pales, And the sleepers, in their slumber, dream of day.
And their dream shall grow in splendour Till each sleeper wakes, and stirs; Till she breaks from old traditions, and is free; And the world shall rise, and render Unto woman what is hers, As it welcomes in the race that is to be.
Unto woman, God the Maker Gave the secret of His plan; It is written out in cipher, on her soul; From the darkness, you must take her, To the light of day, O man! Would you know the mighty meaning of the scroll.

Our Prayers and Sympathy

2007-04-18T18:48:00.000-04:00

Our Deepest Sympathy and Prayers to all those who lost their lives at Virginia Tech. We also offer our prayers to innocence lost; to those who survived this tragedy but will never be the same.

I thought this was thought provoking, to say the least!

2007-02-26T16:40:00.000-05:00

Thought you might enjoy this interesting prayer given in Kansas at the opening session of their Senate.It seems prayer still upsets some people Please read.....When Minister Joe Wright was asked to open the new session of the Kansas Senate, everyone was expecting the usual generalities, but this is what they heard;"Heavenly Father,We come before you today to ask your forgiveness and to seek your direction and guidance.We know Your Word says, "Woe to those who call evil good" But that is exactly what we have done.We have lost our spiritual equilibrium And reversed our values.We have exploited the poor and Called it the lottery.We have rewarded laziness And called it welfare.We have killed our unborn and called it choice.We have shot abortionists And called it justifiable.We have neglected to discipline Our children and called it Building self esteem.We have abused power And called it politics.We have coveted our neighbor's Possessions and called it ambition.We have polluted the air With profanity and Pornography and called it Freedom of speech and expression.We have ridiculed the time Honored values of our Forefathers and called it enlightenment.Search us, Oh, God, And know our hearts today; Cleanse us from every sin And set us free.Amen!"The response was immediate. A number of legislators walked out during the prayer in protest.In 6 short weeks, Central Christian Church, where Rev. Wright is pastor, logged more than 5,000 phone calls with only 47 of those calls responding negatively. The church is now receiving international requests for copies of this prayer from around the world.Commentator Paul Harvey repeated this prayer on his radio program, "The Rest of the Story," he received a larger response to the program than any other he has aired.With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our Nation and wholeheartedly become our desire so that we again can be called "one nation under God."

Spiritual Poetry by David Hopper

2007-01-19T22:13:00.000-05:00

The link to the site of this Esoteric Poetry (click here)

Alignment
Plodding along - I struggle
I inhale - I exhale life
Changing life - is ever my changing my perception
But yet I am here in the moment
I cannot go anywhere but here
My struggle is always through my soul's center
It beckons and calls
For me the action is reciprocal
There, when aligned my thoughts and feelings are conditioned for pure motives
I take comfort in responding to my soul

The Thick Astral Soup
There's a stirring about - it's all very clear
But if we doddle too long its no longer near
Clear you say from whose point of view?
It's obvious to You
Those tuned into to You
We've struggled for aeons to get to this place
But now is the time to stand up and face
Facing the Dweller in all its malaise
Brings one to see how long we've been dazed
Be it crazy or hazy for long we've been duped
By the forces of darkness in this thick astral soup
But hark the call comes from deep within
That it's up to us to practice, fulfill and begin
Begin to serve and to love and to give
For selfish behavior makes us chagrin
So onward we move and content
Ever vigilant, conscious and without lament
I look back and think what has been hence
Never regretful of the long journey dense
But now I'm more interested in
"How can We do it?
Only "together" instead of round-tuit
So constantly listen to the voice that resounds
So that you'll be ready for the next coming Round.
And know that The Masters ever look for those who can play
With the energies of light and love without delay
That We are the ones - my sisters and brothers
Who will make the difference in this world and another!

This was written by a cloister-mate of mine, it's lovely.

2007-01-11T13:08:00.000-05:00

Poem for Mary Magdalene
I was lost in a fog-
What is real?
Her voice came to me-
a whisper on the wind.
She is the secret-
She is the key-
She is the wisdom-
She is the tower divine.
(Written in a style to pay homage to Emily Dickenson)
Gössel

This is beautiful.

2007-01-07T15:52:00.001-05:00

I received this in one of those chain e-mail letters, but thought it was beautiful enough to post here:

When you're down to nothing, God is up to something."This is beautiful! Try not to cry. She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of theoperating room. She said: "How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but yourboy didn't make it." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn'tGod care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?" The surgeon asked, "Would you like some time alone with yourson? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university." Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said goodbye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. "Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair,put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body tothe University for Study. He said it might help somebody else. I said no at first, but Jimmy said, 'Mom, I won't be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom." She went on, "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could." Sally walked out of Children's Mercy Hospital for the lasttime, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy's belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enterthe empty house. She carried Jimmy's belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room. She started placing the model cars and other personal thingsback in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside heron the bed was a folded letter. The letter said: "Dear Mom, I know you're going to miss me; but don't thinkthat I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just 'cause I'm not around to say 'I Love You.' I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't like the same things us boys do. You'll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love towatch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD ! And guess what, Mom ? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important. That's when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn'tallowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him 'Where was He when I needed him?' "God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children. Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I've written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will begreat. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. Thecancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either. That's when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that? Signed with Love from God, Jesus & Me.

Doctor of Theology

2007-01-02T23:33:00.000-05:00

Today I received word that my thesis has been accepted and approved and my credentials signed. I am now a Doctor of Theology!!!!

New Link

2007-01-01T19:42:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year to all! Let's hope that we will see peace in 2007.

Here is the new link to "MagdalaSophia's Journey", new web pages.

My First Funeral

2006-12-29T05:13:00.000-05:00

I've just officiated at my first funeral. It was very poignant for me because he was a 34 year old young man who had grown up calling me auntie. He died suddenly of a massive coronary. It was wonderful to be able to help his family begin their healing process, and for myself too. May the God and Goddess speed his journey.

New e-mail address & web page

2006-10-18T15:59:00.000-04:00

As of Nov. 15th the older sites for MagdalaSophia's Journey will be deleted. the new link is :
MaryEllen's Web Pages.
My new email address is mariyel@verizon.net
Thanks

Update

2006-10-12T23:12:00.000-04:00

Today I was ordained as a Presvytera in the Interfaith Church of the Way. This was very special for me. Thanks to those who have send me wishes and blessings.

A new prayer needed

2006-09-30T23:14:00.000-04:00

Please add this mom, Chrissie and her soon to be baby Elizabeth to your prayers! This is the link to their BLOG:
http://theelizabethantimes.blogspot.com/2006/09/dna-test-today.html

Happy Autumn

2006-09-24T01:51:00.000-04:00

With the arrival of autumn, we begin one of the most wonderful and bountiful times of the year. As Samhain (the Celtic New Year) approaches we think of the goddess of the harvest, fertility and the earth. We all need to appreciate and care for this earth that feeds and sustains us. We need to give thanks for what we have and share what we can with those less fortunate. May the goddess bless and protect you and yours.

A great book!

2006-09-14T02:01:00.000-04:00

I recently finished the book "St. Mary Magdalene" by Tau Malachi. For anyone interested in the Divine Feminine, Sophia, Gnosis or Mary Magdalene it is a must read!

Another Prayer Request

2006-05-17T00:13:00.000-04:00

My best friend Roses's Aunt from Durham is to begin Chemo for cancer of the Liver this coming Friday. Please add her to your daily devotional prayers.
Thanks

A Prayer Request

2006-05-13T19:37:00.000-04:00

I received this e-mail today and I am asking everyone who can, to please add this brave lady to their Prayer list. I am sending her out a Prayer Shawl and have added her to my personal Prayer List.
Thank you!
My dear close friend, Becky A., has had a horrible year so far. Becky has had Systemic Lupus since 1989. If that wasn't enough, she developed pulmonary embolisms and other blood cloths throughout her body in January, 2006. She has been in the hospital more than she's been home this year. Her heart has stopped 3 times since January and now she was told that there is a high possibility that she has cervical and uterine cancer. I do not knit or crochet or sew. But I was wondering if you could send something to her as she needs an Angel! I've always thought Becky is an Angel as she is God-sent, is always thinking of others and giving of herself to other people and the community. She will meet with the GYN Oncologist Surgeon next week. Becky was informed that she will probably take radiation and chemotherapy. I feel terrible for her! She has no children and has miscarried 6 times. Her husband is disabled and now she has all these health problems. I've never been thru chemotherapy or radiation but I understand it makes you ill and cold. If you can send her something to keep her warm, that would be wonderful!

Please give this a read!

2006-05-08T00:26:00.000-04:00

Please check out this article on the proposal to allow "Drive-Thru" mastectomies and consider signing the petition against this practice. If it was a man having penile surgery, it would be a no brainer!
http://www.lifetimetv.com/reallife/bc/pledges/bc_mast_thanks.html

Spiritual Counseling

2006-05-07T20:31:00.000-04:00

I am now a certified Spiritual Counsellor. Please use the link on the right to contact me. All counseling is completely confidential.

I'm soooo excited!

2006-03-28T22:22:00.000-05:00

My application to the Seminary School's Board of Ordination has been accepted. I'm now an offically ordained Interfaith Minister.

A thought and a prayer

2006-03-16T13:03:00.000-05:00

Please keep a good thought and a prayer in your hearts for the EMS Prioress Dr. Katia. She's having her baby today! She is the heart and "soul" of our Mystery School and the head cheer-leader for those of us still studing.
Love and prayers to you Dr. Katia,
Diakonissa Magdala-Sophia

Phenomena - Home - Editorial

2006-02-15T19:38:00.000-05:00

Phenomena - Home - Editorial
Check out this wonderful site and the great interview with Margaret Starbird, author of "The Woman with the Alabaster Jar".

Twinkies

2006-02-06T21:47:00.000-05:00

Twinkies and Root Beer

A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of Root Beer and he started his journey.

When he had gone about three blocks, he met an elderly man. The man was sitting in the park just feeding some pigeons.

The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the man looked hungry, so he offered him a Twinkie.

The man gratefully accepted it and smiled at boy. His smile was so pleasant that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer.

Again, the man smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word.

As it grew dark, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the man, and gave him a hug. The man gave him his biggest smile ever.

When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, 'What did you do today that made you so happy?

'He replied, 'I had lunch with God.' But before his mother could respond, he added, 'You know what? God's got the most beautiful smile I've ever seen!'

Meanwhile, the elderly man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked,' Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?'

He replied, 'I ate Twinkies in the park with God.' However, before his son responded, he added,' You know, he's much younger than I expected.'

Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally!

~author unknown~