Mary Magdalene’s Body: A Dream

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August 12, 2021

Last night, I had a powerful dream.  In the dream, I had been sent to Eastern Turkey to visit an archeological site.  When I arrived, I was told that Mary Magdalene’s body had been discovered deep within a cave.  A group of people had worked to construct a shrine around the site, and they wanted me to visit.  

To get to the shrine, I had to descend into the cave.  

As I looked around at the entrance to the cave, I saw that my beloved grandfather had arrived.  Daddar died almost a decade ago, and I keep his and my grandmother’s photos near me all the time.  As my grandfather walked up, he was doing well as a spry, old, wise man with a cane.  He had a wonderful smile on his face and we gave each other a big hug.  

The people at the shrine (who were they?) told me that, in order to go into the cave, I had to actually carry my grandfather down.  I wondered how I could do this, but I thought about constructing a small sled.  I told my grandfather that I would sit on the sled and hold him in my lap.  So, he crawled on my lap and I put my arms around him.  

We began to descend into the cave, sliding down father and father over stones and rocks.  It wasn’t an easy descent, but we kept going until we reached the bottom of the cave and discovered an incredible shrine carved out of dark red stone.  

There was a large sarcophagus there with carvings on it that contained Mary Magdalene’s body, and we spent time just standing there.  The sarcophagus itself was carved with symbols, and it had pillars carved into it.  I don’t know how long we stayed there.

When it was time to leave, I told one of the people (who were these keepers?) that I doubted that we could use the sled to return back to the surface.  He told me that they had an elevator for that, and that we simply had to step into it to return.  

When I asked him why we couldn’t use the elevator to descend to the shrine, he said we couldn’t enter that way–only exit.  So, Daddar and I stepped on the elevator and slowly rose to the surface, at which point I woke up.

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