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Journeying to Find Our Soul’s Purpose

In the past nine months, I have tried everything to be healed of the migraines, panic attacks and then vertigo brought on by a virus that attacked my inner ear. While I have found some relief through a combination of herbal remedies, chiropractics, acupuncture and physical therapy, the symptoms are still keeping me from being as free as I would like to be (specifically, being able to drive on the highway….driving at fast speeds is a HUGE trigger).  When twice in as many months, “Hildegard of Bingen” came up for me through my spiritual director, I turned to her for guidance.  It seems she was plagued by the same symptoms when she was unable (or unwilling) to share her visions with the world.  So, I’m trying the Hildegard of Bingen cure for migraines…..I’m sharing my visions.  Here’s the one through which I was given the command to “Be the Magdalene.”  This vision came in April of 2014 while participating in a shamanic journey. 

 

The White Spring in Glastonbury, England
The White Spring in Glastonbury, England

The vision begins with me standing inside the well house at the White Spring in Glastonbury, specifically at the shrine within the well house to Gwynn Ap Nudd. At the back of the shrine is a limestone pool in which the flowing waters of the white spring collect on their journey to the other holding pools and eventually out to the collection pools on the street.  In the vision, at the back of the shrine is also a circular, iron portal, similar to a manhole cover, marked with the Vescica Pisces.  As in other recent visions, I approach the portal and dive into it, which then leads to a long tube, submerged in water.  I am swimming away from the shrine and toward the lower world, but as I swim, I find I keep turning back toward the shrine and away from the entrance into the lower world.  With each forward stroke, I find myself closer to the portal into the lower world, but then turn back.  I am making progress, but not quite reaching the portal into the lower world.  On a final approach, a hand reaches into the water from the lower world, grabs my hand and yanks me into the lower world.

I arrive in the lower world, dripping wet, and Jesus stands before me.  “You’re not supposed to be here,” I say to him, now wondering if this is really a journey or just my imagination, colored by my Christian fantasies.  But Jesus remains.  He then leads me through the meadow where the portal enters into the lower world and towards the woods.  Once we reach the woods, he leads me to the clearing where mouse (my power animal) waits and then he disappears.

raven-pixabayMouse instructs me to sit beneath a tree in the clearing and wait.  As I wait, a parade of animals and spirits present themselves – ones which have all been part of recent journeys – stag, snake, luna moth, bat, goddess and finally raven.  Raven is perched on a tree above me and holds in his beak all the parts of me he consumed in the last journey with him.  I ask my question, “What do I need to know to more fully live my soul’s purpose?”  Raven comes down and piece by piece by piece, puts the pieces he has consumed back on to me, as if reassembling me….but in a different order and in a new and different form.  It is like taking all the pieces of a puzzle and putting it together.  This is relevant to several discussions I have recently had with spiritual friends about being aware of bits and pieces of my purpose but not knowing how they fit together and that there is something that needs to happen to put it all together.

GothicCathedralKoln1Once I am reassembled, I climb on Raven’s back and we fly from the woods.  We fly across open territory toward an old gothic cathedral that stands alone in the middle of a wilderness of wide open fields.  The cathedral is dark in appearance, but not scary.  It feels ancient, the stones are rough, and a dark, charcoal grey.  They are the color of charcoal pencils.  We fly into the cathedral and immediately descend.  Down, down, down, through a series of ramps and chambers all the way to the bottom where the flight ends in a crypt of sorts.  A dark, stone walled room which seems to have an altar, some sacred objects.  The place feels close, intimate, sacred and forgotten.  It also feels holy….as if something very ancient and sacred is housed in this space. As I’m looking around, I am invited to go toward the back, right corner of the crypt.  In a recessed area in the wall, there is a standing skeleton wearing a red cloak.  The skeleton is ancient.  I am told to step into the skeleton and the cloak.  I step into them and we become one.  As I step away from the wall, one with the skeleton and cape, I look down and see there is a gold ring on my right index finger.

I ask my question again, “What do I need to know to more fully step into my soul’s purpose?”  As I finish asking, a man steps to my side and takes my arm.  My sense is that we are a couple – romantic, but also partners in our life’s work.  For our purpose to be fulfilled, we have to come together.  We leave the tomb through the front door of the cathedral (no need to ascend, we’re just there).  We open the doors to a throng of people who enthusiastically receive us with cheers.  It is a bright, sunny day filled with light.

Mary Magdalene by Catherine E. Case
Mary Magdalene by Catherine E. Case

From that space, I immediately find myself back in the clearing alone with mouse and I ask, “Ok, now what do I need to do to get there?  To make this happen?”  I’m still the skeleton woman with the cloak, the image I get is like the Day of the Dead masks and makeup.  “Be the Magdalene” is that mouse says to me.  Then I am instructed to be with the Magdalene, to feel her energy and feel and think of what it is to be her. I sit in this receiving for a long time…it feels like a transmission, a transference, an immersion.  I am the Magdalene and I am becoming more of her.

After awhile, the return drumming begins.  I feel myself yanked from the clearing and as I am being pulled toward the return tunnel, I feel the Magdalene drop something into my left palm.  When I arrive at the other end of the tunnel in Gwynn’s shrine, I find a rough, raw, faceted garnet in my hand.

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Pluto Rising – The Resurrection of Love

NASA’s  New Horizons spacecraft and its journey to Pluto, is an historical event that shouldn’t be missed. (Learn more here on the NASA site: https://www.nasa.gov/image-feature/pluto-s-bright-mysterious-heart-is-rotating-into-view ) For the first time in our human history, we are getting an up-close and personal view of this dwarf planet and its surrounding moons (especially Charon). This is a monumental moment in our history as a scientific and technological accomplishment, but more importantly, bringing Pluto into view is ushering in a significant shift in the consciousness of humanity. This shift is nothing short of the resurrection of love.

Photo credits:  NASA-JHUAP-SWRI
Photo credits: NASA-JHUAP-SWRI

On her site, The Cosmic Path, Stephanie Azaria speaks of the astrological and consciousness significance of our meeting with Pluto. I want to share with you my own thoughts on this arrival from the perspective of my own personal experience working with the Pluto archetype, commonly known as The Lord of the Underworld.
In 2008, while on pilgrimage to Glastonbury, England, I had a profound mystical encounter with Gwynn Ap Nudd – Celtic (specifically Welsh) god of the underworld. I had no idea who Gwynn was and his “arrival” was startling to me and in truth, quite disarming. What did the Celtic god of the underworld (and by association Pluto) have to do with a Catholic-Christian devoted to Jesus? After getting over the shock, I voraciously researched Gwynn and his place within Celtic mythology, what he represents and what he is here to teach us. What I discovered was beyond amazing, especially the symbols associated with Gwynn that had for years spoken to the quiet places within my heart. In many ways, I felt as if I was meeting, for the first time, someone I had known for a very long time. In meeting Gwynn, I felt like I was coming home.

Gwynn
I quickly learned, however, that the arrival of an “underworld god” is not all wine and roses (or in this case, Guinness and Holy Thorn). What I learned is that the underworld god archetype is about coming home, but before we come home, first we have to “die.” The death that is called forth by the underworld gods is the death of the ego – but not through ascension or enlightenment as “upper world gods” would have us do. Instead, the underworld gods teach us how to transcend the ego by confronting our shadow and staring down our fears. While underworld gods have nothing to do with hell (pre-Christian traditions have no hell….they only have the underworld which is a place of restoration and renewal in preparation for the next life to be lived), they are here to accompany us through the hell we have created in our own minds through judgment – specifically of ourselves.

What the ancients knew, that we have forgotten, is that suffering on this plane is rooted in all the ways we have separated ourselves (or been separated from love through childhood conditioning) from the love that we are. Underworld gods (Gwynn Ap Nudd, Cernnunos, Hades, Pluto) are here to bring us through the thorn-covered hedge of our fears, our unhealed wounds, the places within ourselves we have rejected or judged as imperfect, all the while guiding us home to the place where we are able to love ourselves without condition and in loving ourselves, learning to love the world.

Pluto, then, is here to teach us how to love. And in case you missed it…..the very geography of his planet proves that this is what he is here to do.

Image Credit: NASA/JHUAPL/SWRI
Image Credit: NASA/JHUAPL/SWRI