Mother Mary Comes to Me
Mother Mary and Mary Magdalene have been with me as spiritual guides for a long time now and lately, Mother Mary has been coming to me in unexpected places. I bought two statues of Mary that caught my eye at a couple of vintage stores I recently stopped into. One is of her face, which I am decoupaging, and the other is a full figure with chipped paint and a little angel peeking out from beneath her robes.
The two Marys came to me again recently related to my past history of thyroid cancer. I had a lymph node that lit up on a PET scan in my lung area. After 3 months of probing and questioning by doctors, it disappeared without medical intervention. Through this, I was reminded of the presence of these two goddesses once more. They first showed up when I was dealing with this issue back in 2002. They have guided me through some dark times.
I’m feeling the need for Mary’s protection and guidance now as I step into somewhat new territory of leading a goddess workshop at the upcoming SoulCollage® Conference in Maryland and a two-part goddess workshop at Dancing Moon Bookstore in Raleigh on September 24 and October 1, based on the 5 goddesses in my workbook. I am feeling a bit tender and vulnerable and even a little overwhelmed as I prepare for these events. It is times like these that I seem to need her most.
I think there is a part of me that has resisted the mother, Mary, because of the way she has been sanctified and even made a bit saccharine in Christian tradition, so I have been trying to meet her–the Christian version of her–and see her in her full depth and meaning.
I find her more approachable and accessible in her old, chthonic forms. I’ve found that her spirit lives in every culture, going back to the images of the Great Mother from Neolithic and Paleolithic times. In the round, full-figured Venuses that have been dug up throughout Europe and Asia.
She is Stella Maris, mother of the sea, personified as Yemaya in West Africa. She is Artemis of Ephesus, the
ancient many-breasted goddess before she became the Greek goddess of the forest and its creatures. She is Kwan Yin, the Buddhist goddess of mercy. She is Brigid, the Celtic earth goddess. She is Isis, the Egyptian goddess who gives birth to a divine child. She is even Kali Ma, the blue-faced Hindu mother goddess. All of these goddesses are considered midwives who watch over women during childbirth, where life and death hover at the crossroads.
The Christian mother of God could be said to be one of the later incarnations of this powerful, earthy archetype. Except, in Christian tradition her earthiness and sexuality were split off and given to the other Mary, of Magdalene. Both she and Lilith, goddess of Jewish tradition, were cast in the role of prostitute by Judeo-Christian patriarchy because in that dualistic worldview, the feminine was not to be sexual unless she was “bad.” Only the feminine divorced from her earthiness, fecundity and sexuality, was “good.” That put women in quite a bind.
This is also why I have struggled with Mother Mary, a supposed virgin mother. She represents only part of the feminine whole, an exalted part, an idealized version that is hard, if not impossible, to reach. Only by embracing the two Marys have I felt that there is completion and a mirror in which I can see myself.
Mary Magdalene, the human Mary, carries the energy of the error-prone, often misunderstood wife/mother, who must find her way in the world. Only recently has the Catholic Church admitted that there is no evidence she was a prostitute and allowed that she was, in fact, a disciple. They’re not ready to admit that she may have been the wife of Jesus and the mother of their child, Sarah, a girl — what was cryptically referred to as the Holy Grail — a cup, a feminine holder of Wisdom, the missing part to the masculine divinity that took hold and has prevailed ever since. In many ways, we’re still searching for the Holy Grail, the feminine divine.
Mother Mary comes to me, perhaps asking to be understood, accepted, allowed in, as she is. After all, she has survived the patriarchal attempts to mute and transform her. Now when I look at her I can’t help but see the hidden layers, knowing there is a deep, dark goddess at her heart, a timeless being that cannot be thwarted.
There is no question that the Madonna and child is beautiful in art, but in most paintings I find her remote. I am drawn to the black Madonna, which seems to hold more of her down-to-earth nature: dark, black, warm, moist, like the soil.
On my altar, I have both the light and the dark Mary to remind me of the riches to be found in both places, above and below, in the shadow and in the light, in the labor of birth and in the release of death, in her humanness and in her glory. Symbolically, we are giving birth over and over again as we create every new permutation of our lives. And, so, too, are we dying many little deaths throughout the spiral dance of life. We need our mother, the Great Mother, to see us through these often cataclysmic changes.
I plan to do a video soon about making goddess altars, which I will put up here. I have found that when working with the energy of whatever goddess is making herself known, it is important to bring her into the world, to find or create images, symbols, and totems to see and touch, to work with on a daily basis. It is through images and symbols that we can create a dialog with our soul, and thus find the deeper meaning of our existence.
I offer here the Gnostic prayer to Mary Magdalene:
I am first, I am last,
I am loved and I am scorned.
I am life, I am death.
I am pure and I am soiled.
I am the knowledge
that hides within all questions.
I am what is sought, and I
am the seeking itself.
I am all that is within you
and all that is outside you.
I am the garment that shows you
the secret shape of your soul.






Thank you for this post on Mary as it gave me the missing link in my recent experiences with Mary. As I’ve shared with you she has been coming to me as I try to conceive. When I tell others that Mary is appearing, they ask which one and I vacillate between Mother Mary and Mary Magdalene.
Now I understand why – the Mary who is here for me is the energy of the pre-Chrisitan splitting of Mary into Mother-Whore. Reading your post gives me the integration I was seeking.
She truly is the energy of the Divine Mother, of unconditional love and reassurance. The Beatles were onto something when they sang she says “Let it be”.
Good luck with all the goddess work you have in your path ahead of you. I have no doubt that the goddess will move through you
I love how open you are, how accepting and how rivers of intuition seem to run through you in your posts. Being non-judgmental, allowing and breathing through it all are practices that come through your writings. I salute you and send you many healing vibrations, hoping any worries you have may be quelled by the energy you call.
Thank you, sweet sisters.We support each other and hear each other and speak to each other in a great circle of love.
Amen to that! Beautiful, again…as always. Sending love.
Lovely post.
I am sorry to say I haven’t had much time to work with your lovely writing on Yemaya. My mom has had a bad spell in her health, but seems to be getting better lately. I plan on starting the work next week. I’ll let you know what happens.
I may be moving to your neck of the woods next year (if circumstances permit). My sister has recently moved to Virginia and if my mom needs constant care, we’ll move there. Maybe I’ll get to work with you in person at one of your Goddess workshops!
I’ll continue to keep you in thoughts and prayers. Love and light to you.
Hi, Karen. I’m so sorry to hear about your mother’s ill health. I send prayers of love and blessings of the goddess to both of you. That’s exciting that you might move this way. Please let me know as your plans evolve.
You are such a gifted writer, my love. Your thoughts on this remind so much of when I first heard of this split, from Tori Amos. I was but 17 and this fiery sensual magnetic creature was talking about things, about women, about goddesses and uniting these parts of us in a way that I had never heard. As I read your words, I felt a great surge of excitement once more… of connecting with something that I held so dearly in my younger years, but tucked and folded back underneath as I adapted to whatever I needed to be to pursue career and the various roles adulthood provided. I’ve been feeling a tug that I perhaps shouldn’t have tucked these things away. Your story, as always, has inspired me on the journey. Big hugs and love to you… and so very grateful that your health is improved. That had to be quite the stress
. xo, T