Good Friday: Crucifixion As A Sacred Rite Remembrance & Surrender To Love - Day Five Holy Week Divine Union Transmissions W/Yeshua & Mary Magdalene

This writing continues on as the fifth post in our Easter Holy Week transmissions...beginning with Mary Magdalene's voice with Jelelle today:

Magdalene offers: 

Hello beloveds, as I enter the portal of this day, Good Friday, crucifixion day, I can feel the multiple timelines that have branched off from it...as so many narrative webs have been spun from its threads for different purposes and means. I will connect to the highest one coming through for me to share with you now as a recoding of this day.

One of the greatest offerings my Beloved Yeshua gave was not just his forgiveness for those who would seem (from one frame) to do him harm...yet the honoring he held in his heart for each of their Divine essences playing their role in service to the ALL.

Because, truly, it is not a code of death seeded from this day’s great light working, but a code of moving through death in order to be reborn.

This day holds echoes of great sorrow in the human collective heart, and I honor those tears as I did my own tears that came through in waves of grief at times and the pain of watching my beloved's earth-bound body in suffering.

Yet I come to you now, not only as one who mourned my teacher and beloved mate, but as one who knew and was trained for this moment.

Yeshua and I, plus our beloveds, were initiates in a Temple far older than the stones of Jerusalem. Part of a soul family lineage from the stars and beyond, we carried codes from Egypt as a colony of Atlantis, channeled from Ra and the founders of us all. They offered us the sacred rites to restore humanity’s DNA and access codes of immortality, bilocation, cellular regenerative quantum energy healing, and much more. These rites that are humanity's 'rights' at birth are waiting in your soul's Halls of Amenti and Akashic Records and Metasoul/Metabody field for accessing as upgrades when you are ready.

Rites that remind us that death is not an ending, but a doorway. Specifically, we were showing in this Crucifixion working the rites of sepulchre—the descent into shadow, the breathing into death, the preparation for return and into immortality. I will share more about this process in the days to come.

Yeshua’s crucifixion was not punishment, nor tragedy, though the pain of it seared us all at the human heart level. It was a sacred act, chosen in full consciousness, supported by the higher realms....so that humanity might witness and remember the path through suffering and density and into resurrection.

This was an Ascension act in disguise. A portal was opening, and I was among those who had been trained for lifetimes to hold it open.

Yeshua’s body trembled, yes. The sky darkened in eclipse to align with this date chosen by us for its sacred alignments, yes. But so too did the gates of illusion begin to fall. The spell of separation began to crack.

He was never alone. I stood at the foot of the cross as anchor, as counterpart, as a highly initiated priestess, as the womb that would catch his spirit when his lesser body Khat gave way to his Sahu - or highest body form.

I did not look away. Feet firm on the shaking earth, heart consciousness inflamed by the Cosmic Divine Mother, stretched wide across all realms. I knew the rite. I remembered the codes. I did not waver, even while processing still the personal loss of the physical form of him that I had known and treasured.

I held the sacred container with my breath, with my eyes, with my womb. As Yeshua journeyed through the layers of death, I met him in every one—soul to soul, flame to flame.

My heart was torn, yes. But it was torn to let the world in.

And within the pain was a pulse of joy, a thrum of knowing: he would rise in a way to serve the greater good for humanity and worlds beyond this Earth too. He had to.

Do not remember this day only for the nails.

Remember it for the light that streamed through the wound.

Remember it for the veil torn in two.

Remember it for the great sacred love between us that did not falter or flinch.

I speak to you now not as a mourning woman…but as one who remembers. As one who stood in love’s greatest transfiguration, and did not fall.

For truly….to walk with your Beloved into death is an act of surrender to the Divine even as you are remembering your own immortality.

So now I ask you, as I would a beloved initiate in the inner sanctum:

What is your cross? What within you is being asked to surrender, to die, that something eternal may rise?

What is union asking you to release that makes you not a 'victim' to outside persecutors, yet a co-creator in your own liberation from suffering?

Do not resist the ache. It is holy.

The sepulchre is not your grave—it is your womb.

Enter the stillness. Wrap yourself in linen silence. And wait.

I will meet you there.

So much love until tomorrow,

Mary Magdalene with Jelelle

~

Raphael:

Beloved Yeshua,

on this day of remembrance—

of the agony and the ecstasy,

the surrender and the sovereignty,

the cross and the crown—

we come to feel you not as myth, nor as the diminished figure religion made of you,

but as a living presence—wild, wise, and wholly Divine, wholly Human.

We call upon your higher heart—

not the suffering of a man forsaken,

but the radiance of a soul surrendered.

We open to the sacred codes of your passage through death—the surrender that did not conquer but transmute.

We feel Magdalene beside you, and Anna, your beloved grandmother, Mary, your mother, and Miriam too, and the Essene line that held your body as you passed through the portal of form,

and into the Light beyond all veils.

What would you speak to us today, not from a place of doctrine, but from the heart of one

who walked willingly into the abyss, and rose as Love embodied?

We listen now.

We remember now.

We are with you…

Yeshua offers:

Through the veil of the Cross, I speak…

You remember me today not in shadow,

but in light.

Not in death in its limited picture,

but in passage.

What you call the Crucifixion was never about sacrifice—

but surrender.

Not to a wrathful Father,

but to Love itself.

I did not come to be worshipped.

I came to mirror you.

To show what it is to walk willingly

into the fires of transmutation,

to die before death,

so you may live without fear.

The cross was never a symbol of punishment—

it was a key.

A map.

A code for the soul.

For what you most fear—loss, betrayal, annihilation—

is what the heart must walk through to become whole.

I was not alone on that hill.

My beloved Mary was with me. My mother and grandmother were with me.

My Beloveds held the field.

It was not an execution—it was a ceremony.

And now, you stand in your own Gethsemane.

Not with Roman soldiers,

but with your own inner resistance,

your own aching threshold.

You ask: “Can I let this part of me die?”

The part that clings, that fears, that hides?

I say to you what I once said to Abba:

“Let this cup pass from me—yet not my will, but Thine be done.”

Let that prayer be your breath.

Let the cross you carry be made of light.

Die into Love, beloved.

And rise in it too.

I wait for you not on a distant cloud,

but in the garden of your own heart, in the here, in the now. 

This is the resurrection.

This is the Way of love.

Much Love, 

Yeshua with Raphael

Read all of our written transmissions here on this blog and spoken versions of some of these transmissions on videos here on our Divine Self Embodiment You Tube Channel.

More info here to purchase the recording of our Easter Divine Union Codes Transmission w/Yeshua and Mary Magdalene on April 20th with Raphael and Jelelle Awen.

We highly recommend the Anna, Grandmother of Jesus book by Claire Heartsong as a portal of remembrance to this crucifixion timeline that resonates deeply with us.