Who was Mary Magdalen?  Was she the dominant woman pictured by Dan Brown in The Da Vinci Code, the co-founder of the original Christian religion? Was she the penitent whore, as seen by Pope Gregory I in 582?  Was she a woman rich in her own right, as some novelists have painted her? Was she the wife of Christ, or was she just a follower?

The answer to these questions will be found in her autobiography – for that is the book we offer.  It is the true story of Mary Magdalen and the man we know as Christ.  The authentication of her story has taken many years but is now essentially complete in The Philosopher’s Grail – Volume II of The Alpha and Omega Codes.  Volume 1 is

Mary, Daughter of Elohim

HIS is the true story of Mary Magdalen and the man upon whom one of the world’s great faiths came to be based. Jenny acted, in effect, as a trance medium and Mary Magdalen spoke through her. This experience occurred in April/May 1986 when we were living in the remote hills of North Wales overlooking the waters of Liverpool Bay. In many ways, the wild hills of North Wales were akin to the hills of Galilee overlooking the lake of which Mary often spoke. This book sheds a rather different light on many biblical matters, both New Testament and Old. Mary’s story does not fully agree with any one of the four Gospels, but then, in so many instances, the four Gospels contradict each other. The difference is that Mary’s story is that of a genuine eyewitness.

One thing which is especially notable in the Old Testament is that sometimes the reference is to ‘Lord’ and sometimes to ‘God’, sometimes to ‘Lord God’. These translations reflect the different words used in the original Hebrew and no doubt the differing origins of various original texts. The question which Mary’s story raises is whether the two names for god, Elohim and Jehovah, are really not two names for the same God, but names for two very different gods which have been fused together over time in a jumbled series of documents.

Over the centuries, many thinking people have been disturbed that the nature of God portrayed in the Old Testament is at time partisan, at other times downright evil. Parts of the Pentateuch are particularly bad, and Joshua must surely be the worst book in the Bible. Mary’s book gives a glimmer of whence these erroneous concepts of God arose.

This is the story of Christ, but with a difference. It is the real life  of Christ, stripped of the myth and magic with which both the canonical books of the New Testament and the church have surrounded Him. It is Christ, the man, as seen through the eyes of the woman who loved him but also loved God- the true God,  whom they both  knew as Elohim.

Some interesting facts emerge about Christ's parents and his early life, and his friendship with Mary as a child.

The book paints a vivid picture of life in Palestine two thousand years ago, and of the lot of women in particular.

This is the tragic story of a good man trying to make men understand about God

Men who preferred religion to God because it fits more comfortably into the established social framework

Men who knew he spoke the truth but were too afraid to stand out from the crowd

His uncertain friends, the disciples

His one certain friend and follower, his wife

His death at the hands of the establishment as a sacrifice to their own false god of sacrifices.

Mary warns starkly of what is to come if man continues to heed not the Father.

The following are some excerpts from the book:

Excerpt from Chapter 3

HILDHOOD is such a long time
  Yet such a short time
  There were flowers everywhere
  We’d pick them
  And make them into little posies
You wove them together
And made garlands for my hair

How beautiful I was, you said
The sun came from the side
I was all golden
I felt like God’s child from that moment

There was so much work to do as well
But we always got it done quickly to be together
I didn’t like getting water
All the girls they jostled
I never felt right with it

They liked it
Gossiped and talked
They teased me
Because I wanted to spend time with you

Girls didn’t spend much time with boys
But I wanted to spend the time with you
You were my brother
My only friend

                                           

 

Excerpt from Chapter 16

HRIST is out on a boat
  On the lake with three others
  Mary watching from the hillside
  Wearing blue -   Lovely blue

They have stopped fishing
"I am here on my Father’s Business
"You must understand
"You must go out and teach
"Just go forth into the towns
"And make the people understand

"Your lives will change
"Because the people will not like what you say
"They will treat you harshly
"You must do this for my Father’s sake

"Haul in your nets again
"And you will have caught enough fish
"Cease fishing for today and go back to the beach"
And they were amazed at the amount of fish
They knew that he spoke the truth

They made a fire and cooked some of the fish
And he spoke of the wrong he saw
The wrong they saw
They didn’t understand what was wrong

The people were poor
And were turning away from God
And blaming God
Other people were rich and greedy

But they were poor

                                           

 

Excerpt from Chapter 20

HAT night he wanted to be alone
  He wouldn’t let me be with him
  He just wanted to be alone
  I knew something was wrong
 

Then the villages and the town woke up
The roosters crowed
The sheep and goats started stirring
They took them out to the hills

And the women prepared food
And I couldn’t find him
They said he was a prisoner
I knew something was wrong

They killed him!
I could do nothing
Nothing but weep
They took my beautiful love
And he was in such pain

From there you look down the valley
Places we had been together
Places we had walked and loved
Places where he had told me of his Father

Places where he had taught me
To be a woman not a whore
You could see them all
I knew he was in such pain
But very brave

I wish I could have died rather than him

                                           

Excerpt from Chapter 21

E went to his Father
 And he was at peace
 His poor broken body
 I kissed it
 Then they made me leave

They dragged him away
How I loved that man
Then the soldiers said
"You can take the body"

They wanted nothing more to do with him
They had dragged him away
And then taken fright
And said "Take him away
"And do what you will with him"

So we prepared him
The body I loved so much was dead
Broken
Wounds bleeding

I washed him
I bound his wounds as best I could
I knew it was too late
I anointed him
Tried to make him better
Even in death

And his friends took him
And put him in one of the caves

I looked my last on him

ARY'S story was the first story to be given to us. Ankhsoun’s  story came a little later (See Ankhsounpaaten). Ankhsoun’s story can be corroborated from evidence from her time which still survives to this day, some of which Egyptologists have never yet been able to explain satisfactorily. Perhaps this is another reason why Tutankhamun’s tomb was intended to survive to this era. It helps to authenticate Ankhsoun’s story and in turn her story and the Web of Destiny help to authenticate Mary’s story. However, there is little to directly authenticate Mary’s story, just as there is little to externally authenticate the accounts of the four Gospel writers, Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

Evidence that Mary’s story is true also lies in the prophetic knowledge exhibited by the ‘Source of Intelligence’ in the weeks before the Lockerbie air disaster, the Mecca tunnel disaster, the first Gulf War and Princess Diana’s death.
 

Meaningful Coincidence as Verification

EANINGFUL coincidence appears to cross-correlate with either inspiration or psychic messages as a kind of external verification.

There are many cross-linkages between Christ and Akhenaten which have emerged during the course of our research over the last nineteen years. So many times, strange coincidences have brought to our attention intricate connections between these two men. One of the most remarkable . Just as we had to go to Paris to learn of Ankhsoun's death, once again this episode occurred in Paris, but it was more than five years later it was in Paris on 17th November 1991  . We had gone to Paris specifically because of the false charges laid by the US and British governments against two Libyans. On the Sunday morning, purely by ‘chance’ we found ourselves outside the Church of the Madeleine, just round the corner from the Place de la Concorde. The Madeleine must be the largest church in the world dedicated to Mary Magdalen. The date was the 100th anniversary to the day of the first proper expedition ever to reach the site of Akhenaten’s city. Akhetaten was situated on the banks of the Nile, half-way between Luxor and modern-day Cairo. Sir William Flinders Petrie noted in his expedition diary that they arrived at Tel el Amarna on 17th November 1891. And who was employed as an illustrator by Petrie? - Why none other than the young Howard Carter on his own first ever expedition. Thirty years later, he was to astound the world with his discovery of the tomb of Tutankhamun.

So that Sunday morning, we went into the Church of the Madeleine. A Mass was in progress. Various things happened and the result was that I was invited to read the Lesson in the next Mass. The text I was asked to read in this cathedral - sized church was from the Gospel of St. Mark, Chapter 13, verses 24-32. These verses warn of the signs which Christ said would precede the end of the world.

24 But in those days, after that tribulation, the sun shall be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light,

25 And the stars of heaven shall fall, and the powers that are in heaven shall be shaken.

26 And then shall they see the Son of man coming in the clouds with great power and glory.

27 And then shall He send his angels, and shall gather together His elect from the four winds, from the uttermost part of the earth to the uttermost part of heaven.

28 Now learn a parable of the fig tree; When her branch is yet tender, and putteth forth leaves, ye know that summer is near:

29 So ye in like manner, when ye shall see these things come to pass, know that it is nigh, even at the doors.

30 Verily I say unto you, that this generation shall not pass, till all these things be done.

31 Heaven and earth shall pass away : but my words shall not pass away.

32 But of that day and that hour knoweth no man, no, not the angels which are in heaven, neither the Son, but  the Father.

Or as the French New Testament puts perhaps even more clearly,

32 Mais personne ne sait quand viendra ce jour ou cette heure, pas même les anges dans les cieux, ni même le fils; le Père seul le sait.

OTHING that has happened in the last fourteen years has done anything but reinforce for me the truth of Mary’s words.   Every time I read what she says, I am struck by the power of her words.

 
  NOW have an unshakeable conviction that we are all being warned. Mary gave her warnings in 1986. We tried to interest around 50 publishers in Britain, the USA, Australia and New Zealand. The few that bothered to reply merely told us that Ankhsoun's and Mary's stories did not fit their lists. But a couple did take ideas for book formats or titles. However, since that time, we have come to understand much about meaningful coincidence. We have also had a lot more communication from the dead, from those who are no longer trapped in this world of space and time. What some of those have warned of, has been amply proven to be true, such as the warnings of impending death given by King Edward VIII, Duke of Windsor, prior to his possessions being sold by Mohamed Al Fayed in 1997. The Dukes's warnings were ignored and Fayed's son Dodi died with Princess Diana in the notorious Alma Tunnel car crash. On her last journey in this world, Diana sped past the obelisk in the Place de la Concorde. She probably didn't even notice it. That obelisk links the stories of all three women as is explained in the various books which we will be publishing. It is even less likely that her eye would have been drawn past the obelisk down to the church of the Madeleine. As I said, almost certainly, the largest church in Christendom dedicated to Mary Magdalen and that is the church in which I read the Lesson to which I have just referred, warning of the signs of the impending End of the World.

The first direct warnings signs in the physical world of the impending wrath of God or the End of the World first came through coincidences in 1988 in connection with the inspired, if fictional, film The Seventh Sign. The next major sign came in 1994, with the Jupiter comet collision where the Destiny Codes were very precise. The same code appeared to us just before we sent the letter to Mohamed al Fayed in 1997 to confirm that we should send it. In the last few years, the theme has become ever stronger. One example is the closest approach of Mars, the god of War.

The signs over the last few years have powerfully echoed Mary's early warnings and helped to authenticate her message. Below are given the final words of Mary's warning. The illustrations are by the inspired Victorian artist, John Martin who was born in 1789 and died in 1854. The three paintings illustrated below, his Judgement Triptych' were painted between 1851 and 1853. They were his final works. They were put on exhibition in Newcastle-on-Tyne on 10th February 1854. Seven days later, he was himself called to God's Judgement. He died in the Isle of Man. There is a whole web of intricate, interconnecting coincidences linking me to John Martin but it would only be confusing to discuss them here. Most of these coincidences appear to have been woven into my life since the day in the Tate Gallery in London in March 1991 when I accidentally discovered John Martin whilst researching William Blake. But the first was put in place I know realise in July 1966! I was quite heartened in about 1993 to discover that, like me, John Martin, could not accept the vicious, unjust and partisan god of much of the Old Testament as being truly God. Much of the Old Testament can only be a corruption by generations of priests or scribes of one hue or another. But that John Martin himself was inspired by the same God who weaves the Web of Destiny I have no doubt.

And now, here are Mary's final words to think about:
 

An excerpt from the final chapter of Mary's story 'The Covenant'