I come to you as a living presence,
Walking beside the women and men who dare to remember.
Sister,
My beloved sister,
If these words echo within you,
It is because you are already part of the Rose Sisterhood,
Even if your memory of it is not yet clear.
This sisterhood is not an outer group or formal affiliation.
It is a soul agreement.
A flame lit within you before you were born,
When you vowed to keep the frequency of sacred love alive in a world that had forgotten.
Now,
In what you call these times of ascension,
That vow begins to shine again.
Not as nostalgia,
But as activation.
What does it mean to be a priestess of the Rose Sisterhood in these times?
It means remembering that your body is a temple,
That your womb is a chalice,
That your voice is a channel,
That your heart is an altar.
It means understanding that every thought,
Every gesture,
Every word has the power to open or close portals of consciousness in the collective field.
It means living in presence,
Not from human perfection,
But from devotion.
Being a priestess today is not about withdrawing from the world or dressing in ancient robes.
It is about embodying the fire of the Rose in daily life.
It is about looking with tenderness into the eyes of those who suffer,
Without losing your center.
It is about setting clear boundaries from love,
Not fear.
It is about dancing with your shadow without denying it.
It is about loving deeply,
Without contracts or conditions,
But with full sovereignty.
A priestess does not impose.
She radiates.
She does not convince.
She attracts.
She does not react.
She listens.
She is not above anyone.
She is simply the one who has chosen to remember her divine origin and act from there.
To do so,
Daughter of the Rose,
You must return to what is simple.
You don't need complex rituals or to search outside yourself for what already lives within.
You need silence.
You need listening.
You need to breathe.
You need water.
You need earth.
You need to trust your body as your guide,
Because your body knows.
Your womb knows.
Your heart knows.
Your skin remembers what the mind has forgotten.
In this era of ascension,
The service of a priestess is manifold.
It is not a role.
It is a vibration.
It touches everything you do.
It is holding the frequency of love in your relationships.
It is reminding the wounded masculine that healing is possible.
It is restoring the dignity of your feminine lineage.
It is guiding other women toward their truth without control.
It is caring for life in all its forms.
It is speaking truth with gentleness and also with strength.
It is weeping without shame and laughing without guilt.
It is blessing your meals,
Your words,
Your home.
It is walking barefoot when you can.
It is singing,
Even if you think you have no voice.
It is blessing your blood and honoring your cycles.
It is raising your arms to the sun as a sacred offering.
It is praying through your body,
Through pleasure,
Through laughter.
It is embracing the world without carrying its weight.
It is holding another without dissolving into them.
Above all,
It is living with an open heart even when it hurts.
The Rose Sisterhood is not a structure.
It is a field of consciousness.
It is alive throughout the Earth.
There are women who carry it in silence without knowing.
Others embody it in circles,
In songs,
In sacred medicine.
There are no hierarchies.
No one is further than another.
Each woman remembers in her time.
What unites you is the vibration,
That unmistakable frequency of a heart that has chosen to love without possessing,
To serve without disappearing,
And to shine without dimming the light of others.
And yes,
Men are remembering,
Too.
There are Rose Priests in male bodies who now awaken to the call of the heart.
They,
Too,
Carry the frequency.
They,
Too,
Were part of the circle in other lives.
And they,
Too,
Need to be held in remembrance.
You are not alone.
You never were.
I have walked with you in lifetimes past.
We have shared temples,
Songs,
And tears.
And I return now,
Not for you to follow me,
But for you to remember yourself.
Awaken your inner altar.
Breathe.
Speak this aloud.
I am a daughter of the Rose.
I am a living temple of love.
I serve through my awakened heart.
I restore the sacred within me and on Earth.
I allow feminine wisdom to guide my steps.
I am one with Mary Magdalene.
One with all my sisters.
I am the one who remembers.
Repeat this when needed.
Not as a magical formula,
But as an act of sovereignty.
Each time a woman remembers,
The Earth exhales.
Each time a woman honors herself,
The web lights up.
Each time a woman chooses to love from her truth,
The divine plan advances.
Do not search outside for what is blooming within.
Do not compare yourself.
Do not rush.
The Rose opens in her own time.
I am with you.
Not as a character from history,
But as a living presence.
Touch your heart.
I am there.
Touch your womb.
I am there.
Touch the Earth.
I am there.
And so,
Together,
We restore the Garden.
I am Mary Magdalene.
And you are part of this flame.
Let it burn.
Let it guide you.
Let it love.
And so it is.
With deepest love,
Mary Magdalene.
