Ariadne H Green - Jesus Mary Joseph: The Secret Legacy of Jesus and Mary Magdalene

Thetruth is not hard to kill and a lie well told is immortal. Mark Twain

In my second book, Divine Complement: The Spiritual Terrain of Soul Mate Relationships,I wrote a significant chapter titled SacredBride and Bridegroom offering historical, as well as mythologicalunderstanding to the premise that Jesus and Mary Magdalene were Divine Complementsand married. Since that time, so much more was revealed that I am compelled tobring the new discoveries and research into this book.

My quest for Jesus and Mary Magdalenestrue legacy did not originate because of my Greek Orthodox Christianupbringing. In fact, I hadnt studied the New Testament in depth until I beganresearching and writing on the topic of Jesus and Mary Magdalene and theGnostic gospels. Growing up, I never doubted the fantastic stories of JesusChrist that I had been given by the Greek Orthodox Church and clung to mygrandmothers heart, whose love for the Church and its doctrine was withoutquestion. I was somewhat entranced by the rituals and traditions of theChurch, especially the Easter week ceremonies celebrating the Christian mythosof the death and resurrection. Good Friday services were especially memorablein that the entire congregation marched in procession with lit candles in handaround two city blocks following the Epitaphio, a tomb decorated with springflowers and rose pedals strewn across a painting of Jesus body that lay in itswell. The adults lamented in song while the children played with theflickering flames of the candles that dripped wax into paper cupcake holders.

Later in life, I became even moreentranced with the flame, the flame of spiritual illumination and its gnosis.As a dream expert, my dreams as well as the dreams of others have been aconstant source of spiritual revelation and wisdom, illuminating the mysteriesof the soul, the archaic record and evolution of humanitys consciousness and, whenmy own, in mentioning my personal psychological evolution. In having listenedto over a thousand dreams a year over the course of twenty years, I have alsolearned a great deal about dreams that communicate more than what is in thestorehouse of the subconscious. Those dreams I recognize as heaven sentcommunications.

On those special and rare occasions, itwas through my dreams that I received communications from the divine, from MaryMagdalene guiding me towards the path of research for this book and Jesus whoseabiding love lifted me into the fullness of his love through a dream that tothis day is an indelible memory. It was through that particular dream withJesus that I was first introduced to the fact Jesus and Mary were twin soulsand Divine Complements and that they had a remarkable story to tell, one verydifferent than the one told by the architects of Christianity.

The dream that stimulated over ten yearsof research for this book was no ordinary dream. I was on the English Channelstanding and gazing into the rippling waters when I looked up to see an obeliskrising high out of the center of the channel. The obelisk resembled theWashington monument and I thought its placement odd, to say the least. A womanwas heroically climbing it, nearing the top. When she reached the apex, herexuberance at having accomplished the feat was evident. She stood up arms overher head as if summoning applause. Suddenly, invisible hands handed me arolled map. The map spread open before my eyes, encompassing the entire visualplane. It was from the 1st century and charted only a portion ofWestern Europe, Gaul and Britannia. I surveyed and studied the mountainousregion of the Pyrenees, the waterways and other topographic features. As thedreamer, I was not cognizant of the secret being disclosed, but only knew themap must be significant. Within a moment, I was lifted into a heavenly planeby a volume of love that was beyond anything I have ever experienced. It wasJesus sitting with me now and I was enveloped by the transcendent energyemanating from his heart. His hair was only a half-inch long and he wasclean-shaven making his facial features stand out. His face was soft,beautiful and inviting. He wore a tunic of woven woolen fabric so soft to thetouch that it offered me comfort to rub it between my finger and thumb. Allthe while, my heart was open in response to the love he had for me. He saidonly one sentence: Ariadne, we must go back to Nazareth. I awoke with astart.