Mary Magdalene Revealed: The First Apostle, Her Feminist Gospel & the Christianity We Haven't Tried Yet

In saving herself, Thecla has unified the force of love in all the women around her. In freeing herself, she has freed them.

Then, for this quick, but clear millisecond, I realized that this state of mind had become my default. I realized I was imprisoned again in this onslaught of judgment. I wasn’t actually there in my room, but trapped inside my thoughts.

It’s simpler than that, and far more difficult. It’s more of a series of perpetual moments when you remember that you don’t have to feel separate from love—if you don’t want to.

I was there because I knew that if anything was holy, it was the relationship between myself and my own body.

lost. There was a piece of me that felt missing. An elusive, ephemeral, and yet essential piece of me. Without it, I felt like I was watching my life happen. I was witnessing it, but I wasn’t really present in it. I was perpetually caught up in my own thoughts.

I would begin again inside my heart. And I would live this way.

I think perceiving the good takes practice.

I was exhausted. I was exhausted not just from a lack of sleep. It was from all the energy it took to remain blind to what I could almost see that night, but not quite.

this is the most important message of Mary’s gospel: we are inherently good.