The Magdalene Dispensation_ by Lona Lyons

The following is an excerpt from chapter one.

One

No one knows for sure who started the rumors about me being a
prostitute, but it was Peter who planted the seeds.//

I was considered very beautiful in those days and Peter was both
attracted and repelled by me. He secretly coveted my affection and he
was jealous because I was so devoted to Yeshua, whom we all loved
fervently. He resented my favor with Yeshua because he wanted to be
first in both our lives. /

Peter's inner tug-of-war tormented him because I would not conform
to the custom of the times that dictated that women remember their
places. He could not imagine how to cope with such an independent woman
who had the audacity to speak her truth and provide counsel among a
group of men.

In a rush of weakness, Peter approached me one day as I stood alone
preparing some vegetables for cooking. He was overcome with urges he did
not understand. All his conflicting feelings came to the surface
suddenly and he clasped his hands around my neck with his sturdy thumbs
poised on my throat. His eyes went out of focus as he gradually
tightened his grip.

The heartbreak showed in my eyes as I silently pleaded with him to stop,
but Peter was beyond awareness. I felt life slipping away from me
because I could not breathe. I knew it was not yet my time to pass on to
the other realms so I summoned the necessary spiritual forces to ensure
my continued physical survival. I then placed my right hand on Peter's
heart and transmitted an image of my suffering. I felt a quickening
within him as the tide of his rage ebbed and he began his ascent to
awareness.

Martha sensed, rather than heard, the struggle going on in the room
where Peter and I were. She rushed in and screamed Peter's name. He
looked at her vacantly and then his gaze traveled slowly down to my
neck. He was horrified when he saw that the hands on my throat were his
own. He quickly fled, leaving me alone with Martha to recover.

The rumors about my indiscriminate sexuality began to surface then. I
realized that Peter simply could not face his humiliation. Instead, he
perverted the truth to discredit me and avoid his shame and guilt.
Little did he know the stigma he set in motion by this act of
self-preservation.

Several months passed before Peter went to Yeshua and confessed. He then
asked my forgiveness, as well. Yeshua and I had waited patiently for
that day but we held no rancor since we understood Peter's vital role in
the grand scheme of things. It was not until Yeshua's death that Peter
and I were fully reconciled and he collapsed to his knees before me,
sobbing with remorse.

Peter was still envious when Yeshua sought my wisdom and companionship,
but he held his tongue after the choking incident. If only he and the
other disciples had understood that Yeshua could not have completed his
mission without my help, and the help of Martha, Ruth and Sarah. But
that is the main reason the truth has never been fully revealed. The
others were not aware of what went on behind the scenes. They did not
have a sufficiently enlightened consciousness to comprehend the scope of
our Work. Very few did.

Even though 2000 years have elapsed, the misunderstandings about
Yeshua's life and death persist. They have changed his name to its Latin
equivalent, but those of us who know and love him still remember his
true identity. Though I am no longer in the same body, I must now find
my voice and set the record straight. It is divinely ordained that I
reveal what has long been held back about me, the life of my beloved,
and the sacred duty that was entrusted to us.

Though you may fear I will tell you something that will alienate or
disillusion you, I can assure you that the rest of my story will shed
more light on our common struggles and your eternal bond with us. You
will see more clearly what Yeshua tried to say all along but few had
ears to hear. You will understand, as Yeshua did, that the Work requires
extraordinary sacrifice. But the soul that longs to surrender toils gladly.
We eagerly anticipated the time in the divine ordering of things when
the lapses in understanding and divisiveness would be brought into
balance. The wholeness of humanity waits in the wings to be reclaimed
and the moment of truth has arrived, at last.

I bring you a message of hope.

But I am getting ahead of myself. I must start at the beginning and tell
you about Constance./

Excerpt provided by Lona Lyons