The Televisionary Oracle by Rob Brezsny Page A

years of her life, Magdalen, knowing that her work with Christ would be foiled and distorted, prepared for a renewal of the experiment at a later time. The records of Pistis Sophia tell us that she wrote of the signs by which future members of our order would know she had reincarnated. These signs were as follows.
    1. Her return would come in the last half-century of the second millennium, and she would be born in the astrological sign of the Bull.
    2. She would be born “in the place called Holy Cross, in a land blessed by Persephone.”
    3. She would endure “a living crucifixion that would save her life.”
    4. She would “be conceived double but be born single.” In recording this prophecy, Magdalen added the following words, which are attributed to Jesus in the Gnostic
Second Gospel of Mary Magdalen
:
    When you make the two one, and when you make
    the inside like the outside and the outside
    like the inside, and the above like the below
    and the below like the above, and when you make
    the male like the female and the female like the
    male, then you will enter the Kingdom.
    5. She would have a signature of the bucrania (or bull skull) in three places on her body: behind the left knee, in the right fold of the labia majora, and in the middle of the forehead.
    In 1948, the Pomegranate Grail, which is what the Menstrual Temple of the Funky Grail was called at that time, began its preparations for the return of the avatar. Members all over the world were put on alert. Much attention was focused on all those places that were literally called “Holy Cross”—or in Spanish, “Santa Cruz.” Pomegranate Grail members congregated around Holy Cross College in Maryland, as well as in Santa Cruz, Bolivia, Santa Cruz de Tenerife in the Canary Islands, and Santa Cruz, California. Of these three, the Californian city aroused greatest excitement because according to one interpretation Californiawas “Kali’s land.” Kali, in the canon of the Pomegranate Grail, was the Hindu equivalent of Persephone.
    In anticipation of her search for the reincarnation of Mary Magdalen, Vimala Nostradamus, one of the thirteen chiefs of the Pomegranate Grail, settled north of Santa Cruz, California, in October of 1949, where she began to build the community that was to serve as the nest for the coming again of Mary Magdalen. Vimala had spent the previous ten years in Pondicherry, India, which at the time was the world headquarters for our order.
    I faithfully report these facts to you, beauty and truth fans, because I can say without much exaggeration that my body is made of them. They were fed to me with my childhood meals, sung to me as I fell asleep, repeated to me as I was bathed, by the people who’ve loved me most and treated me best in life: Vimala and my six other mothers, Artemisia, Dagmar, Cecily, Sibyl, Burgundy, and Indigo. How could I doubt the veracity of these stories, when they come from the same nurturers who’ve helped make me so strong and healthy and confident?
    And yet I have to say that it has always been easier for me to love those big, ancient tales than the implication they have for my personal life. The glory and the mission of Mary Magdalen are myths I have been able to appreciate best when I’ve tried to pretend that she wasn’t me.
    But the people who’ve treated me best and loved me most say that Magdalen
is
me. I am, according to them, the fulfillment of the prophecy. Their avatar. The reincarnation of the divinity that last inhabited the earthly body of Mary Magdalen—come again to formulate and disseminate the new covenant of the ancient feminine mysteries, the dispensation for the next cycle of evolution.
    And oh by the way, there
won’t be
any next cycle of evolution if I fail to do my job. The prophecies of Magdalen, supplemented by those of her most esteemed interpreters down through the ages, are unambiguous about this. Unless I successfully lead the charge to restore the long-lost balance of male and