I always knew this trip would be special, was destined and divine timing would play its part. Finally, I landed in Carcassone in southern France, with my family, disembarking the plane from Dublin as my body tried to adjust suddenly to the 36-degrees heatwave on 18th July 2023.
My original trip departure had been planned for Friday, 20th March, 2020 on a retreat with a small group of women led by author and angel expert, Chrissie Astell, with the intention of us connecting in with the energies of Mary Magdalene and healing the area from the Cathar massacre at Montsegur in 1244. But the first lockdown began three days before. Several attempts to reschedule my trip with the group failed and, despite my frustration, I settled into a sense of acceptance that the universe needed to adjust my plans for a reason.
I was longing to visit the Caves of Mary Magdalene in the Rennes-le-Château area, which wasn’t even part of the original itinerary with that group. On Sunday, 4th June 2023, at the final gathering of a beautiful 12-month womb healing women’s wellness circle in Omagh that I was co-facilitating, Archangel Gabriel and Archangel Ariel surrounded me with a deeply loving presence and Archangel Gabrielle insisted: ‘You must get to the Caves of Mary Magdalene, even if you have to go alone.’ I was being called home. Archangel Gabriel has been guiding me for many years, since he is the angel of communication and assists people who work in the field of communication, including writers, speakers and artists.
My husband knew how much this trip meant to me, so he said we would make it a family holiday in France in July, incorporating the places I wanted to see. I was ecstatic. I kept wondering if I should get in touch with a tour guide in France to show us the sacred sites, but something wasn’t sitting right with me about bringing someone else into my family group. I still sometimes doubted I would find the caves. A couple of weeks before my departure, I asked spirit how I would find them and I received the oracle card: “Let faith be your guide”. In divine timing, I connected through social media with American author, Becky Prater, who supplied me with directions as best she could. Faith was being my guide. On 21st July (the day before Mary Magdalene’s official feast day), I spent the afternoon in those caves with my family. Although we had passed a few other walkers returning from the direction of the caves, we had that special place of three magical caves – representing the womb, the heart and the star/heavenly connection with the cosmos – all to ourselves. We all felt deeply connected to nature as we explored the area and there was a strong sense of serenity among us.
Before finding the caves, my family and I visited the Rennes-le-Château commune in the morning and I was amazed to see a large blue and gold shield-shaped sign with the words Rennes-le-Château on it because it was so similar in design and colour to the vintage chain belt I had felt compelled to buy a few months earlier with a blue shield with gold border, only the shield on my chain belt had a knight depicted on it, which made me think of Rennes-le-Château, where I had never been, and the Knights Templar, who had been some of the keepers of the secret of the Holy Grail, connected with Mary Magdalene and the Cathars. (The synchronicities I have experienced with Mary Magdalene over the past seven years are boundless and only increase when I try to ignore them.)
Amazingly, I have just found out that the priest Bérenger Saunière, who renovated the Church of Mary Magdalene at Rennes-le-Château, discovered a stone with a carving of a knight on it, known as the “Dalle des Chevaliers” or “Knight’s Stone”, which is reputed to have been the cover stone of the crypt beneath the church at Rennes-le-Château.
We also had quite some time to ourselves in the Church of Mary Magdalene at Rennes-le-Château, which I thought was unusual as it’s usually thronged in peak season. I found a clue in there, which confirmed amazing information that spirit had given to me a few years ago regarding Jesus and Mary Magdalene at the time of the crucifixion. Many people have been killed over the centuries to silence them regarding this great secret of Rennes-le-Château. Over the months, I have been seeing the messages about this great secret hidden in plain sight in works of art and literature and I will be sharing them in my forthcoming book.
When I climbed the Magdala Tower at Rennes-le-Château, I looked out of a turret window and was convinced I was looking at the Caves of Mary Magdalene in the distance. Afterwards, I asked the museum manager how to get to the caves. She did not give me any specific directions but simply replied: ‘It’s tricky and quite far. You can see them from the tower.’ My intuition that I was looking across to the caves was correct and I was glad I already had been given directions by Becky that I hoped would lead me there. I had previously asked some other people on social media that I had seen had been to the caves how to get there and find it odd that some of them were telling me people are not supposed to go there and were not giving me any help when I was most definitely being directed by God that it was imperative for me to go there. This only served to prove that no obstacle, including unhelpful people, will thwart my destiny.
I found a white, heart-shaped stone on my way to the entrance of the caves (Revelation 2:17). Purity of heart. In the womb cave, I had visions of many hearts and downloads of information in the form of colourful, shifting, geometric shapes.
I had a vision of a womb cross (a circle with two intersecting lines through the middle) made of gold with a red gemstone in the middle. On my first shamanic journey during my shamanic training in 2021, we had to journey to be given our personal symbol. Spirit showed me then that my symbol was the womb cross.
A blindingly bright gold angel appeared, moving towards me, its head bowed, carrying a gold book of wisdom to me on its back. (I was given this gold book of wisdom on the back of a swan in a shamanic journey a couple of years ago too). I felt deep love and peace in those caves, blessed the space and admired the beautiful, natural offerings left by others.
The next day, I had been planning to visit a forest before heading onto Montsegur, but I had been having strong reservations about going to this forest; a gut feeling that something was very off. Although it looked beautiful and magical in the pictures on the Internet and many tourists are taken there by guides, I felt something eerie and sinister about it and didn’t quite know what to make of these mixed feelings as I love forest walks. At 5am the following morning, extremely loud and clear, spirit commanded: ‘Don’t go there!’ I was shown a vision of people in that forest wearing gas masks and I was filled with an overwhelming, chilling, sickening sense of fear that made me break into a sweat as I realised I was watching Nazis conducting experiments on the local people in the forest during WWII. Spirit told me that while there are good spirits in that forest trying to heal the area from this atrocity, there is a lot of dark energy in it and I was not to go there as the darkened ones would be drawn to our light. In research I conducted after my trip, I discovered there are the remains of a Nazi army base close to the forest entrance. Confirmation of my vision.
By listening to the advice of spirit and not going to that forest, my family and I enjoyed the most idyllic day discovering a lakeside area that looked like paradise, where we swam and basked in the sunshine before eating a delicious lunch in a fabulous restaurant. It seemed like an oasis the locals tried to keep hidden from tourists. My spirit guides were most definitely looking out for me and I was astounded at how the communication channel between us seemed to be so much more open and hyped up all week in this area of France. It’s a special place indeed.
I don’t think that Montsegur needs any more healing from the Cathar massacre in 1244. In 1244, the so-called Christian church mercilessly burned alive the last Perfecti or “Shining Ones” (the Cathars, who were also keepers of the secret of the Holy Grail) who refused to renounce their faith. I felt nothing but peace on this mountain-top fortress with breathtaking views across the Alps because, although the Cathars did everything in their power to survive, they made peace with their ending. I felt so at home there. The burning Cathars vowed to return in 777 years (2021), which happens to be the year I remembered my past life as a Cathar murdered by the church along with my family, but we had no fear of death because we knew it is only the flesh that dies while the soul – with all its wisdom and God-spark contained therein – is eternal. People who do not understand the nature of the soul fail to comprehend this and falsely believe that if they kill you that you and all the truth you know are gone never to return. What Montsegur needs healing from is not the Cathar massacre but rather the negative energy left by the Nazi occupation in WWII. In research I undertook after my trip, I found a report and photos showing Nazi soldiers all over the fortress and area at Montsegur searching for the Holy Grail as they believed that if it was in their possession they would have the power to enact world domination. They never found it because they didn’t know what it actually is.
The Cathars were murdered by the church for the purpose of gaining more control and domination over people and land. Murder and barbarism are not “The Way”/teachings of Christ and, therefore, not Christian. Anyone who uses the name of God to incite war or brutality needs their head examined since God is the energy of love and peace, the antithesis of war and fear. “The Way” is living via the principles that Jesus lived by, i.e. unconditional love, forgiveness, compassion and understanding. The Cathars upheld these true teachings and ways of living like Christ. I was stunned by the sight of the stone monument at the base of Montsegur in the “burning field” erected in memory of the murdered Cathars. The top part of it bears a womb cross with the exact dimensions I saw in my vision of the gold one in the womb Cave of Mary Magdalene the previous day.
At the start of our trip, we visited the medieval city of Carcassone, enjoying delicious crêpes outdoors at a cafe followed by a walk along the high walls. There was a tomb in there at which I felt great fear and needed to clear it of negative energy. (I have only felt this particular type of fear once before, in the crypt of Christchurch Cathedral in Dublin, while standing in front of a large stone carving by Dutch sculptor William de Keyser of King Charles I and King Charles II and the coat of arms in between them made in 1683. I felt that it did not belong to part of the cathedral but was part of a prison or courthouse and I was feeling the total and utter fear of the people sentenced to death. After contacting the historian who deals with the cathedral, he confirmed my intuition was correct since the carvings were moved to the crypt in Christchurch Cathedral from the Tholsel in Dublin, a building that used to be located on Skinners Row within the old city walls of Dublin, which combined the court, gaol, civic hall and guildhall and was demolished in 1809.) I was compelled to look at the time at Carcassone Castle and it was 14:44pm. The number 144 has been shown to me repeatedly at synchronistic times since my spiritual awakening in 2012–13; the clarion call of the 144,000 warriors of Christ. (I have to laugh as when I turned on my laptop to work on this blog post in October, the clock on the screen showed 14:44.)
Another day, we visited a church in Limoux, which was also not on the original 2020 itinerary. Interestingly, my accommodation, which was booked last-minute, was only two minutes from here and I realised that my head, while sleeping in my bed, was directly in line with the end of that church, which features a stained glass window depicting Jesus and Mary Magdalene as a couple, this relationship being common knowledge throughout France, despite the attempts of the patriarchal church to try to hide this information everywhere for centuries. (The Gospel of Philip states: “The Lord,” he says, “loved Mary more than the disciples and he often kissed her on the mouth …” And Peter said, “Sister, we know that the Lord has loved you differently from other women. ‘he said to you, which you remember and we do not know about … […] Is it possible that the Lord has spoken with a woman about secrets we do not know about? […] he really chosen and preferred to us?”) I received a massive activation as I looked upon the Black Madonna in that church. I returned to my accommodation afterwards and, even though it was mid-afternoon and I never usually nap, I was overwhelmed with exhaustion and had to lie down. As I fell asleep, I experienced geometric pattern activations and was shown “144” again. This was a time of activation and integration.
After my trip, I discovered that there is an ancient, secret vault underneath this church, supposedly connecting it underground with the Church of Mary Magdalene at Rennes-le-Château and the priest Bérenger Saunière, who is rumoured to have discovered the secret of the Holy Grail that the Cathars and Knights Templar tried to preserve. He was supposedly paid off by the Church to keep it quiet because it would rock the foundation of Christianity. It is this mystery that inspired the Dan Brown books. I will share more with you about this great secret in my forthcoming book.
I also wanted to visit the Seat of Isis in the Rennes-les-Bains area and was not sure we would find it, but we did, thanks to the directions of a kind-hearted café owner. Again, we had the place to ourselves, which was unusual, as many guided groups visit this site. I had activations while sitting in this stone seat too. Mary Magdalene (as was Mother Mary) was a Priestess of Isis, trained in healing modalities and esoteric knowledge, the same knowledge Jesus was taught during his worldwide travels before he began his public ministry at age 33.
We enjoyed swimming in the natural hot pools at Rennes-les-Bains, reputed to have healing properties, and we also found the beautiful, cool oasis of the Fountain of Love amid the trees and swam there. This stunning place is where Mary Magdalene is said to have baptised people after fleeing to France following the crucifixion of her beloved Yeshua. I laughed to myself at the rock shaped like a lion’s head by this pool, representing the Christ Consciousness and the Lion of Judah. I wonder how many people have noticed it?
I still find it odd that despite the Church apologising in 1969 for having said that Mary Magdalene was a prostitute, then admitting that she wasn’t one, to this day every church and religious school I have been in still talks about her being a prostitute and I am astounded that this lie continues to be told. Why have all the Bibles published since 1969 not been corrected? Why has the Bible not been rewritten to write that lie – one of the most ancient examples of slander –
How many times has the Bible been rewritten over the centuries and how much truth has been lost in translation from Aramaic, to Hebrew, to Greek, to Latin, to English and every other language – losing the subtle nuances of words and symbology – by scholars who answer to whoever is ruling at the time and their dictates in the age of patriarchy? (As I updated this blog, the clock showed 14:44 again!)
I also visited places in the Carcassone region that Jesus had been to, including what I believe to be his final resting place, confirmed to me by spirit. ‘Humble, simple, humble, simple …’ spirit kept repeating over and over to me while I was there about that place and it was indeed a holy but lowly looking place, surrounded by beautiful nature, just as he would have wanted, not a place endowed with worldly riches that corrupt the soul and have no meaning in the Kingdom. A lowly place to mark his death, just as the lowly stable marked his birth. The feeling of love there flowed so deep within me that it brought tears to my eyes and I didn’t want to leave, but we had lots of other places to visit in only a few days and clinging to a place is only pointless attachment when I know that wherever I go he is with me in spirit and forever in my heart.
To find the way, follow your heart and let faith be your guide.