Mary Magdalene of the World Rose Cross

It is all coming together. I suspect my aunt June oppressed my grandmother, Mary Magdalene, who my aunt Lillian was said to be a friend of Annie Besant, who formed ties with the liberal Catholics. Annie would have been enthrawled with the Order of Saint Francis that our kindred were the leaders of.

At my second reading at the Berkeley Psychic Institute the woman reader saw me seated at a great oak oval table. Behind me stood a figure wearing a brown robe with a hood obscuring his face. I am the Master of the Brotherhood of the Rose Cross.

“Do you know who this person is?” she asked.

I see Mary Magdalene sitting on a beach in Ventura, alone. She is becoming enlightened. Everyone around her is holding her back, holding her down – to their level! All the people who have been holding me down, are now visible…