The Magdalene Portal in Venice

By Mercedes Kirkel


In early June I began my most recent journey to Europe, traveling with my close friend, Martine.


On our first flight we had two remarkable experiences. The first involved a woman who I saw several times prior to boarding and who seemed familiar to me. To my surprise, we ended up sitting next to each other on the plane. I told her she seemed very familiar and asked her if I knew her, but neither of us could remember having met before. She inquired as to what I did. Hearing that I channeled Mary Magdalene, she seemed quite affected. When she asked my name, she recognized me as a Magdalene author. She then told me she had an entire collection of Magdalene books she’d been guided to read, but mine was the only one she resonated with as authentic.


The woman seemed quite amazed to find herself sitting beside me on the plane, suddenly experiencing me in her life as a very real person, rather than her previous, more abstract relationship to me as “an author.” For me, it was joyful to meet someone who’d been touched by my books. It also felt like the magic of the journey had begun, that the two of us had been seated next to each other and discovered our connection through Mary Magdalene.


The other powerful experience that day happened to my traveling companion, Martine. At one point during the flight she closed her eyes to meditate and went into a deep space. She sensed she’d entered another dimension. In this space, she was surrounded by loving beings who she was familiar with and who had quartz crystals with them. The beings gave her a band that encircled her head. Attached to the band were golden rectangular plates. She intuitively understood that the plates were for healing and protection. The experience was exceedingly peaceful, uplifting, and full of light.


After our first flight, we flew to the south of France, where I was leading the MAGDALENE HEART PATH IN FRANCE 2017 retreat, in which Martine was both participating and assisting. Immersing ourself in this magical region, with its profound connection to Mary Magdalene, I felt myself enter a profound higher-dimensional space. My impulse to communicate verbally receded far away as the days, and then weeks, merged together.


Two and a half weeks later, the retreat came to a close and Martine and I continued our journey in Venice. This was the realization of a dream for me, as I have past life memories of having been a courtesan in Venice and have longed to re-visit this place I once knew so well.


We stayed in a marvelous, old-style Venetian apartment, four stories above the lovely canals, with gondolas constantly passing below. I found myself magnetized to the windows, from which I waved and threw rose petals to the floating gondoliers and passengers below, calling out “buon giorno” and applauding the operatic arias and romantic music.


Yet sooner than we’d planned, we were ready to leave. We’d enjoyed the feeling of the city, especially the sacredness of the water and the sweetness of the neighborhood we were staying in—with its plaza, church, fountain, pizzeria, gelato, and outdoor restaurants. But the “attractions” of Venice hadn’t spoken to us or moved us the way we’d hoped and we were feeling somehow unfulfilled. We both had experiences of feeling angry when visiting the famous churches, which for me had to do with how patriarchal the churches felt (and perhaps, too, with memories of past-life interactions with the Church, which I suspect had ended badly for me). I also felt a growing frustration that the courtesans seemed to be completely written out of the present-time story of Venice. But we decided to stay, mostly because it was too last-minute to do anything else.


On our final day, we both woke up exceedingly happy and filled with love. Checking my email, I found an invitation from another Magdalene author, inviting me to participate in a peace ceremony for Mary’s upcoming feast day on July 22nd. The ceremony was centered around a labyrinth in a San Francisco church.


I was moved that this woman had reached out to include me in this celebration. I felt drawn to participate, yet also unsure about the form of the ceremony. I’d never felt a connection to the practice of walking a labyrinth and didn’t feel that as part of my path in relation to Mary Magdalene. I decided not to respond immediately, to give myself time to clarify what I wanted to do.


Shortly afterward Martine and I headed out to spend our last day in Venice. We wanted to take one last boat trip along the Grand Canal to do a water blessing. The weather was gorgeous, in spite of predictions for thunderstorms, and we found ourselves merrily traveling along new streets, trusting where our bodies were guiding us.


Before long, we realized we’d missed the bridge we were intending to cross. But we were enjoying the way we were going so much that we didn’t care. We continued on, not knowing where we were. Suddenly Martine pointed to a church in front of us. She felt drawn to the architecture of the church, which was round with a dome on top. Even more, she felt attracted to the striking symbol above the door of an upward-pointing triangle with a circle woven through it.


I was struck by something else. I immediately noticed it was the Church of Maria Maddalena, or Mary Magdalene, which I hadn’t even known existed in Venice.


We excitedly approached and opened the door. But neither of us was prepared for what we found on the other side.


Stepping inside the church, we immediately felt the sacredness of the simple, six-sided building, with light streaming into the center from the cupola of the dome. It reminded me of the remains of the Temple of Isis we’d seen in France. But the most amazing part was what was on the floor, right in the center of the circular space. We had walked into a church with a full-size labyrinth created from 888 large rose quartz crystals, with 5 very large, clear quartz crystals in the center.  Around the labyrinth were 6 golden rectangular paintings, each about 6 feet tall, with a seventh painting at the front, covering the altar, which was black with a luminous, very fine “X” painted through it.


It turned out that the paintings were a creation by the artist Slater Bradley titled “Sundoor at World’s End.” Bradley calls the paintings “solar shields,” which he says are a conduit for dimensional energy exchange. I couldn’t believe I was in a Magdalene church, with a rose quartz labyrinth, and giant paintings dedicated to exchanging dimensional energy—hidden in the middle of Venice! And only that morning I’d been saying I didn’t feel a connection between Mary Magdalene and labyrinths.


Martine excitedly began whispering to me that the paintings had the same images she’d seen in her meditation on our first flight of the trip, which had been on the plates attached to her headpiece!


We spent a very long time in the church. We slowly circumambulated from painting to painting, deeply taking in the transmission from each one. One at a time, we walked the labyrinth, even more slowly. My mind was completely empty and my walking was a whole-being prayer of communion with Mary Magdalene and Yeshua.


The center of the labyrinth felt like a portal to the fourth dimension. There was exquisite, inter-dimensional music playing softly and I began to tone my sacred mantra, with sound reverberating through my body and filling the domed, circular space. I have no idea how long I was there as time seemed to have stopped. Then ever so slowly I re-walked the labyrinth, sensing it’s different quarters as the quadrants of my brain and body.


I walked over to the bench on the side of the labyrinth and sat down. Across the church was a huge picture of Mary Magdalene. As Martine walked the labyrinth a second time, I fell into a powerful trance, in which Martine seemed to be an antennae sending me the full power of the labyrinth. I felt kundalini energy powerfully moving throughout my body. I became so tired I could barely hold myself up and had thoughts of laying down on the church floor to sleep (which I somehow resisted because I didn’t think the Italians would appreciate my doing that). Martine completed her second round and then another woman began her journey through the labyrinth, with me having yet another experience of receiving the power of the portal projected through this woman to me.


Finally Martine and I looked at each other, communicating without words that we were completely full and ready to move on. We floated out of the church, feeling amazed at what had occurred. I felt that Spirit had guided us to the real reason we’d come to Venice and we’d been given exactly what we needed.


Even now as I write this, I feel filled with gratitude and awe for having received this wonderful gift.


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