Some stories seem to beg for answers when reading through the Bible. I still remember the first questions that came to my mind the first time I read it. Over and over I read the words: He rose again from the dead. So, when did He rise the first time? The first family populated the world with only sons. Who did they marry?
Being raised Catholic my studies as a child were more geared to Catechism than Bible study. Yes, I grew up before Bible reading by Catholics was a part of religious life. So, I was in my forties before I ever picked up the book and made the decision to read it. Now, I can’t put it down.
There is a definite path that leads one to the fulfillment of finding truths and answers to the many questions that present in life. Each person is unique and to find the answers that your soul is searching for is almost magical, like embarking on the yellow brick road. The answers you seek are imparted as you reach a certain level of understanding. There is no one rule that applies to everyone and that is the adventure in finding your own truth.
I had a remarkable experience the first time I read my Bible. I heard a televangelist say that you would get a blessing if you read the Gospels and Acts in 30 days. So, that was where I began. Well, in 30 days I was so excited that I had read all of those pages that I was like a child at Christmas expecting my blessing.
To understand my blessing, first let me explain my situation at the time. The only reason I decided to read was because I had nothing else to do. I had just left the city after finishing up work on a high voltage U.S. Senate race and had moved to the country to marry a farmer and rancher. Now, it was winter, the wheat was growing and there was nothing to do.
The expected blessing did not disappoint! Within three days I got a phone call. My former boss asked if I would come to D.C. for a few weeks and organize her office! Well, let me tell you, that Bible traveled to D.C. with me! And, oh, what a delight it is to share the adventures and mysteries that have evolved over the years. My spiritual journey literally took me on a path of travel. I began traveling with my husband all over the country when he sold the farm and resumed his work as an insurance adjuster. From the Northridge Earthquake to the devastating Hurricane Katrina, I met wonderful people, worked long hours with my husband and still found time to spend on my inner spiritual quest.
Answers began presenting themselves in a variety of ways. Books would appear as if by magic that contained answers about people who intrigued me. Who was Jesus? Why did the devil fight with the angel over the body of Moses? What is reincarnation? Answers to these and many other questions found me as I sought them out. I learned about the original family and discovered there was more to that ancient murder than had ever been revealed.
I kept a journal to record the concepts that came to me in dreams and insights, and to compare apocryphal works to the sacred text in my Bible. The wonder of it all was how these lost manuscripts and legends fit into the scriptures and completed the story. They did not change the story, they enriched it.
So many answers were resolved when I stumbled upon such books as the Forgotten Books of Eden and the Lost Books of the Bible. I studied Kabala, Zohar, and a Course in Miracles; learned about synchronicity by Jungian advocates. I read Eastern mystics, and then discovered all of the Western Catholic mystics, including my very own patron saint, Therese of Lisieux, along with St. John of the Cross and St. Teresa of Avila.
The combination of stories found in these books along with inner spiritual revelations brought new understanding about the persons of Moses and Jesus. Spiritual aspects of their lives magnified and glorified them even beyond what is commonly known.
My soul was satisfied with the answers that it had gleaned over the years. Then, someone suggested that I read Dan Brown’s novel about the purported marriage of Jesus and Mary Magdalene who is known and beloved in France as La Madeleine. I really wasn’t interested in a story with such wild and preposterous allegations about my Lord. But, then I made the decision to read it. Immediately I was thrust into a new adventure of mystery solving.
This time I had a foundation laid and I was being drawn into the most exciting adventure of a lifetime. Like a swimmer approaching the shores of an ocean, I took one step after another until an overwhelming flood of information swelled like a wave and plunged me into new depths of learning while raising me to new heights of understanding. The excitement that ensued was unmatched by any previous spiritual experience as the pieces of the puzzle began cascading into place, forming a picture I had neither dared, nor could have begun to imagine.
Truths began to surface about Jesus and Mary Magdalene, la Madeleine, that both tantalize the imagination and boggle the mind of this spiritual seeker.