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Mary Magdalene was written out of history after the crucifixion – now her story is being told of what happened to her and the important work she did in those lost years…

An Arab peasant called Muhammad Ali accidentally discovered ancient texts buried in a sealed jar in the mountains in Upper Egypt in 1945. He excitedly smashed the jar expecting to find gold, only to discover inside thirteen ‘worthless’ papyrus books bound in leather. These became known as the Nag Hammadi library, a collection of early Christian and Gnostic texts, written in Greek and dating back to the 1st century AD. Dismissed as heresy by the Orthodox Church, in many of these gnostic texts, Mary Magdalene is portrayed as an enlightened spiritual leader who was the embodiment of Wisdom and the Sacred Feminine, as well as a conduit for the secret teachings of Jesus. In The Dialogue of the Saviour, Jesus calls Mary “The Woman Who Knows the All”. 

In The Gospel of Thomas, Judas predicts his own death: “If I tell you one of the sayings he (Jesus) spoke to me, you will pick up rocks and stone me…” Set in 1st century Judea, Egypt and France, Mary Magdalene’s Legacy follows her life after the crucifixion, carrying on the bloodline of Jesus and transmitting the original teachings of Jesus.

It is a story, but it is based on The Universal Truth.

About Julie de Vere Hunt

Julie de Vere Hunt graduated with a Bsc Hons in Psychology. After a business career in London she moved to a farm in Oxfordshire with her husband and children.

She is a long term student of Ratu Bagus, an energy master based in Bali who teaches bio-energetic meditation.

After a series of synchronistic events she was inspired to write about Mary Magdalene. Her first book was ‘Apostle to Mary Magdalene’ published in September 2018. ‘Mary Magdalene’s Legacy’ is her second book published in June 2019. 

The author lives near Faringdon, Oxfordshire and is available for talks, book signings and press interviews.

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April 33 : Bethany

My name is Mary Magdalene. I was well born, descended of royal stock. My father’s name was Syrus and my mother Eucharus. Sadly, my mother died when I was nine and my father when I was sixteen. And so with my brother Lazarus and sister Martha we owned  Magdalum, along with Bethany, not far from Jerusalem, and a considerable part of Jerusalem itself. We divided the holdings amongst ourselves so that I owned Magdalum (hence my name Magdalene), Lazarus kept the property in Jerusalem and Bethany was Martha’s.

So I was very rich, and sensuous pleasure often keeps company with great wealth. I was renowned for my beauty, my wealth and the way I gave my body to pleasure – so much so I was commonly known as “the sinner”.

Meanwhile, Jesus, also known as Yeshua, was preaching here and there, and guided by divine will, I hastened to the house of Simon the leper, where I had heard he was preaching over dinner. He looked at me with his liquid sapphire blue eyes – a colour and iridescence I had never seen before – lively, yet still, a deep well of mystery. He seemed from another world… His face overflowed with compassion and non- judgement, and to my embarrassment I found myself weeping. Being a sinner I did not dare mingle with the righteous, but stayed back and washed the Lord’s feet with my tears, dried them with my hair, and anointed them with precious ointment.

Simon the Pharisee thought that if this man were a true prophet, he would never allow a sinful woman to touch him, but Yeshua rebuked him and told me all my sins were forgiven. He cast seven demons out of me and set me on fire with love for him. He defended me when the Pharisee said I was unclean, when Martha said I was lazy, when Judas called me wasteful. Seeing me weep he could not contain his own tears. For love of me he would raise my brother who had been dead for four days, and freed Martha from the blood flux she had suffered from for seven years.

And then I remembered. He was the One. The One I had learned about when I attended the Mystery School in Alexandria some six years earlier when I was twenty years old. The ancients had foretold centuries ago that someone would be brought in with a very high consciousness, start as a normal human, and transform himself to an immortal state through resurrection. But he needed help. And I was told by my teachers that I would be part of the divine plan..

And so from that day forth I followed him, and he showered me with so many marks of his love for me. He sought my counsel and he defended me at all times. I had found my twin soul – I will never forget the first time we became as one, so exquisite and quite unlike anything I had experienced before..

Joseph of Arimathea said it was not safe for me to remain in Jerusalem – there was no accounting for what the Romans might do to quell the unrest in Jerusalem after the ‘Darkest Day’ when my beloved was crucified.

In his dying hours Yeshua had made Joseph promise to look after me – I was with child and Yeshua wanted to be sure me and my precious cargo would be safe. It should have been Peter as leader of the apostles, but he and the others were nowhere to be seen, fearing for their safety.

Joseph had begged the authorities to release Yeshua’s body to him; his love for Yeshua overcame his fear for his own safety. It was Joseph’s tomb Yeshua was laid to rest in.

I actually saw him outside the very same tomb on the third day, happy and smiling, with no wounds, in a clean, white robe.

I was reluctant to leave Yeshua but he urged me to tell the other Apostles and I sped to find them. They were hiding in Levi’s family home in Jerusalem…But Andrew and Peter did not like what I had to say and disbelieved me…I was upset. Peter was always jealous of me, because of my relationship with Yeshua. Levi defended me. Yeshua would have done if he had still been alive, but I was on my own now.

I left them and made my way home to Bethany to join Lazarus and Martha. Joseph, the two Marys, the Virgin Mary and Mary Salome, were also there. Joseph said we would leave at first light on foot for Joppa, some 30 miles to the west on the Mediterranean coast. We would then sail 260 miles or so by boat to Alexandria, on the northern coast of Egypt.

Joseph was a wealthy tin merchant; he had been appointed Minister of Mines by Emperor Augustus. Joseph had contacts in Alexandria who would be able to secure lodgings for us in Delta, the Jewish quarter of Alexandria.

Of course I knew Alexandria well. Before she was married my mother had trained as a priestess at the Great Mother Isis Temple School in Alexandria, and even though she died when I was young she had already encouraged me to follow in her path. She wore a golden serpent on her left arm, spiralling up from the elbow, signifying she was an initiate of this Temple School. The serpent represents the Kundalini energy at the base of the spine, which when activated through specific energetic or Tantric practices, can spiral up and shift consciousness in an individual beyond the mind into Cosmic Awareness. This symbol of resurrection indicates the wearer has been initiated into the mysteries of Isis, and serves the Great Mother’s creation and its awakening from ‘spiritual death’ or separation consciousness.

Alexandria was an international multi-ethnic centre of learning. I had money and could afford to go there. In contrast to Judea, women had obtained a more advanced state of emancipation socially, politically and legally. Women were admitted to Temple Schools alongside men, particularly that of the Isis Temple School. Some of the initiations were challenging, but the blessings were countless. I specialized in healing and blessing work. This is where I learned about the Mystery School of Akhenaten, the Law of One. I was fortunate to find it, and even more blessed to be admitted after graduating from the Isis Temple School. Admittance was by invitation only, and only a few from our class were granted that honour.

It being a mystery school, I was sworn to secrecy and we all took oaths.

Akhenaten was an ancient pharaoh of Egypt and ruled for just seventeen years from 1351-1334 BC. Akhenaten challenged polytheism; at that time the people worshipped many gods and their religious beliefs were controlled by the priesthood. Akhenaten took a brave stance and told the people there was only one God, and more importantly they could access God from inside themselves. The priests were outraged as they were effectively made redundant overnight. Egypt had one of the strongest military armies in the world at this time, but Akhenaten was a pacifist and refused to conquer other lands, so he was unpopular with the military as well!  Akhenaten’s consciousness was very high and his aim was to teach immortality to his followers – during his reign he achieved this with 300 of his students – almost all of these were women.

Inevitably the priesthood and the military chiefs got together and conspired to give Akhenaten a poison to kill him, thus thwarting his influence over the people. However, Akhenaten was immortal so they knew he would not actually die. They gathered three Nubian sorcerers to give Akhenaten a concoction which made him look dead. As soon as the royal doctor pronounced his ‘death’, they rushed his body to a special room where they had a sarcophagus waiting. They placed his body inside, put on the lid with a magical seal, and buried it in a well-hidden place. It would be 2000 years before a piece of the seal eroded and the spell was broken!  Every effort was made to erase all evidence of his existence – a few statues are all that remain. But Akhenaten was unconcerned as he had lived his life, and knew that it would become encoded in the akashic records for all eternity. He also knew the country would fall back to their old ways. His legacy was the 300 immortal people who would carry on his teachings. These 300 Egyptians joined the Tat Brotherhood and waited from around 1350 BC to 500 BC – about 800 years. Then they migrated to a place called Masada, Israel, and formed the Essene Brotherhood. These 300 people became the ‘inner circle’, joined by other who became the ‘outer circle’. Mary, mother of Yeshua, was one of these 300, and Joseph was part of the outer circle.

It was all part of the plan and was as it was meant to be…


I had been on the road for so long with Yeshua I had few belongings.  Lazarus saddled up Eos, our donkey, and tied on our bundles of mattresses, blankets, food and water. Joseph led the way with Eos; I followed behind accompanied by Mother Mary and Mary Salome, my sister Martha, her maid Martilla and Maximin.

We reached Joppa in the early evening. I smelt the sea before I saw it. The cobalt blue Mediterranean sea was glistening in the evening light.

Joseph found lodgings for us near the harbour and a trading ship bound for Alexandria the next day, so we bade farewell to Lazarus. He would return to Bethany and join us in Alexandria as soon as he had settled the family affairs.

I remember little of the voyage; the gentle rolling motion of the boat together with the sound of the waves lapping on the wooden hull was comforting and soporific – we slept and slept.

April 33 : Alexandria

After two days and two nights at sea I awoke to see the lighthouse, Pharos, towering above the water some 400 hundred feet high! Constructed in granite and limestone blocks faced with white marble, it had taken twelve years to build and was a sight to behold! No wonder it was one of the seven ancient wonders of the world!

We entered via the Great Harbour. The Palace buildings and Caesarium were the next feast for our eyes – white marble glistening majestically in the sunlight.

Our captain lowered the mainsail to reduce our speed and one of the crew peered over the bow to look for rocks and coral.  Joseph said many a ship had been wrecked on the shores of Pharos and been easy pickings for the inhabitants of Port of Pirates.

It was a fine sunny morning and the seafront was just as I remembered it – vibrant, colourful, bustling, noisy – everyone in great haste.

We disembarked at the quayside and made our way to the great synagogue in the Jewish quarter in the north east of the city. This was known as the Delta quarter. The synagogue was vast, a kind of basilica mentioned in the Talmud as ‘Israel’s glory’.

Worship and study were not the only things to take place at the synagogue. Along the colonnaded sides of the huge central hall, craftsmen did business and socialized. This is where Joseph enquired about lodgings. We were introduced to an Alexandrian Jew called Benjamin, who was widowed and in his fifties. He had kind eyes set in a lined brown face and looked older than his years. He said he would be grateful of the company and extra income.

Shaped like a Macedonian soldier’s cloak, the city was walled and occupied an area of about four square miles – its length from east to west was nearly four miles; its breadth from north to south nearly a mile. Lake Mareotis lay to the south, just beyond the city walls.

Like Jerusalem, the Jewish district, or Delta, had walls and gates of its own which at times were highly necessary for security. Frequent hostilities raged between the Alexandrian Greeks and Jews, inflamed both by political jealousy and religious hatred.

Great sophistication and palatial homes stood alongside slavery and despair.

The agora itself was an exciting but potentially dangerous place. Roman officials might come sweeping through in their chariots without warning, and the crowds would have to clear a pathway for them as they went by. Beasts of burden also carried their loads through the agora on their way to the market stalls. Apart from the danger of being trampled underfoot, there was always the risk of an unprovoked personal assault. Fights were commonplace. The pent-up anger of people living in poverty and overcrowding led to frequent outbreaks of violence, with stoning being the most common outlet for rage in Alexandria and other cities of the ancient world.

That night I dreamt I lived in a small community on the shores of Lake Mareotis.  When I awoke I knew this was where I wanted to live…I needed to speak to Joseph! It had to be simple. Yeshua had taught me how to live simply. My days of expensive clothes and jewellery were a distant memory….

I went directly to Joseph and he said we had better start looking immediately; find out what land was available and what was affordable. Lazarus would be arriving from Bethany soon and we would have ample funds for the land purchase, materials and labour.

Lake Mareotis: June 33

The entrance to Lake Mareotis was a finger of the lake which actually breached the southern wall, just a 30 minute walk from our lodgings.  The lake was vast – around 100 square miles in area with eight islands, all inhabited.

We exited the city via the Moon Gate, and headed south west.  Here were the summer estates of wealthy Alexandrians. The air was an admirable temperature from the continual breezes which came from the lake and fell into the sea. This region was famous for its wine produced here.

The larger estates gradually died out and we had been walking for two to three hours when we found the perfect spot on a low hill! A 30 metre high ridge to the north provided a backdrop and sloped gently down to the shores of the lake.

And there was a spring at the foot of the hill, fresh water gurgling gently out of the ground through reeds and plants, flowing down a channel to the lake. Papyrus plants grew abundantly in the marshy borders beside the lake – papyrus was one of Alexandria’s main products. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze – they would afford welcome shade in the heat of the day.

Joseph staked out an area of five acres or so; he said we would need to be fenced in – there were reports of bandits in the area and he would not be happy leaving me to the mercy of wild dogs and bandits!

We returned to Alexandria and I sketched a plan of what I wanted. A cluster of twenty cabins with an adjoining courtyard, cooking area, eatery and meeting hall. As our numbers swelled, we could add more cabins! Joseph went to the authorities to d arrange the purchase.

When I wasn’t inspecting the building of our little community, I busied myself by preaching in the Agora. The two Marys were always with me, my guardian angels!  This is what Yeshua had asked us to do – teach the Way of the Heart. And yet we saw some terrible sights which would make me weep.

Alexandria was a wonderful city, if you were wealthy… slaves could be bought or claimed in war. Sometimes their fortunes changed and they were able to buy their liberty, some of them would even buy their own slaves, but then something would go wrong – an unpaid debt, or medical bill, and they would have to return to life as a slave. Life expectancy for these people rarely exceeded forty. At least the slaves of the wealthy lived in habitable conditions, whereas the poor were left to live like sewer rats in insect infested detritus.

We moved to Lake Mareotis in July 33 .

Our way of living at the community had to be simple. Falsehood is the foundation of pride, whereas truth is the origin of simplicity.

All the wooden cabins were for sole occupancy; they were identical in size measuring 15 feet by 15 feet, with a private courtyard. They were plain in style giving shelter against the heat of the sun and the cold night air. They were far enough apart to give each occupant privacy, but near enough to be of assistance if there was an unwelcome intrusion. We all studied the laws and sacred oracles of God enunciated by the holy prophets, composed our own writings and wrote songs and hymns.

We attracted wealthy men and women from Alexandria who happily gave up their property to relatives to join our community and live a strict ascetic life. We did not drink alcohol or eat meat and for six days a week, meditated upon God in solitary confinement.

We had community prayers at dawn and sunset, with every hour in between devoted to studying and writing. Our staple diet was salted bread cooked in the outside oven and spring water. So we ate only as far as not to be hungry, and drank enough to escape from thirst, avoiding satiety, as an enemy of both body and soul.

The semi-fasting heightened my meditative state. I wrote all day every day, six days a week. The words flowed with no effort, not from the mind, but from the heart. These were important words from Yeshua. We didn’t have Yeshua with us in the flesh, but his teachings continued…

The Sabbath was the occasion for an assembly in the great hall. The hall was lined with benches, and we filed onto these according to age, and in silence, keeping our hands inside our garments, with our right hand on our chest and the left hand by our side.

Our clothing was restricted to two garments to protect us from extreme cold and heat. A cloak of shaggy hide for the winter, and a thin mantle or linen shawl for the summer. We also had a white gown kept for festivals and special ceremonies.

We celebrated Jewish festivals, but the most important one was Pentecost when we would dress in our ceremonial robes. One of the older members, a man or woman, was appointed president before the ceremony began. We would start with an opening prayer, with our faces and hands in the prayer position raised towards heaven. Then we reclined in order of seniority, oldest first, women on one side and men on the other, on the papyrus couches we had made from planks nailed together and covered with papyrus reeds.

After what I had witnessed in the agora I was opposed to slavery on all grounds, so our attendants were younger members of the community.

Before the meal there was a programme directed by the president – a discussion of questions arising from the scriptures or tractates, either ancient ones or those I had written or transmitted. The ‘president’ repeated the questions slowly so everyone could understand, speaking with great powers of reasoning and prudence, explaining with minute accuracy the precise meaning of the laws, which penetrated through our hearing into our souls. Everyone listened in rapt silence, showing our assent or understanding by nods of the head, or the eager look of eyes. The end of the homily was greeted with rapt applause! Following this, we sang hymns, both well known or of our own composition, and the whole assembly joined in the choruses. The meal of bread and water followed. The spring water was warmed for the older members, to ease the digestion of the salted bread which was sometimes seasoned with hyssop.

After the meal the men and women would form two choruses. Spontaneous dancing ensued and the choirs melded into one. Singing and dancing would continue into dawn, the choristers ecstatic in sober drunkenness. We would spin around the floor, faster and faster, weaving in and out of one another, but never clashing, like planets orbiting around the sun. We were outside of time. Spinning frees the soul, where there is no mind. Everything is energy, and the mind likes to block the energy because it likes to be in control and stops us remembering who we are. When the soul is free, the third eye can open and enables inner vision.

As the sun rose, we turned to the east and stretched our hands towards the heavens in prayer, just as the day had begun.

The festival ended, and we returned to our cabins to resume our studies living in the soul alone.

This was the first Christian community. I felt Yeshua would be proud of us…

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Mary Magdalene's Final Legacy

Where did Yeshua and Mary Magdalene’s line carry on?

Sequel to Mary Magdalene’s Legacy, Mary Magdalene’s Final Legacy follows the next three generations of Yeshua and Mary Magdalene; through the diaries of Jude, their grandson, and John Julius, their great grandson. The story takes place in Egypt, Italy, Greece, Asia Minor (Turkey) and Gaul in the 1st and 2nd centuries. Jude suffers a spiritual crisis, and is beset with personal tragedy, but continues with his divine gift, writing. Jude’s son, John Julius, succeeds Jude and then travels to Asia Minor, where he changes his name and founds a new movement which would survive for centuries.

Archaeological discoveries made in the last twenty years together with the unearthing of more ancient Greek papyrus fragments form the basis for this story.  These early Christian writings were written under pseudonyms and until now were  unconnected with Mary Magdalene’s descendants.    

Mary Magdalene leaves one final legacy which will send shock waves through the church today.

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