Sacred Tomb To Sacred Womb: Journey Into Your Underworld - Day Six Holy Week Divine Union Transmissions W/Yeshua & Mary Magdalene

This writing continues on as the sixth post in our Easter Holy Week transmissions that we are downloading with them each day.beginning with Mary Magdalene's voice with Jelelle again today.

Mary Magdalene offers: 

This is the day between—the holy pause. The breath between worlds of the great death and the great rebirth.

I’d like to offer again on this Holy Saturday a higher timeline recoding of the Resurrection Ascension portal of this Holy Week that I have been sharing with you and the deep sacred rites that we seeded then and are tapping into here now in your lifetime. These are codes of immortality, heaven IN the human body experience that have been long dormant. 

And they are buried not in the sands, yet in your very cells and DNA…waiting to be activated and awakened. 

We are tuning into the Rites of the Sepulchre—not death rites, but life awakening rites. They require silence, stillness, surrender. They are a choice to lie within the void of the Great Mother, until the light calls your name again.

There is a silence that comes only when death has passed through... not as an ending, but as a veil lifting. 

The tomb in which Joseph placed Yeshua’s seemingly lifeless and badly beaten body was never sealed to trap him—it was sealed to alchemize him. Joseph himself was a highly trained initiate in our soul family’s lineage and his role was to offer Yeshua a tomb of rest, safety and stillness that would serve the process in the same way that the chambers within and beneath the pyramids of Egypt also did. 

The sepulchre is not only a resting place—it is a womb of transfiguration, where old codes are laid to rest and the new ones crystallize. A place where Yeshua’s soul could ‘take over’ for the next phase of his journey and in doing so, show what is possible as light that has been reconciled with darkness then takes new form in the flesh.

In that tomb, I and his other beloved Magdalene Priestesses anointed not only his wounds, but the passage he was taking. I knew where he was going. I knew who he would meet. I knew he would return.

I felt the trembling beneath the earth as he descended—not in fear, but in power. He was retrieving the keys. He was opening the gates.

He was not alone in the underworld. I stood in vigil in the space between breaths, between heartbeats, between worlds.

I followed him as his beloved feminine twin in soul, in heart, in memory. I held the Divine Mother field of love as a trained Priestess and Shaman as he moved through the spirit worlds and shadow realms, retrieving not only his own shadow fragments, but those of our soul family lineage who were ready to ascend again into the light of service.

As he went into shadow to reclaim the light, I became the womb of the new dawn.

Even in some moments of grief, I never lost trust. The ache in my heart was holy—it was the stretch of love birthing a miracle.

I laid my tears like pearls on the stone floor. They were not of despair, but of reverence. For I knew… he would rise.

I held space not just for his return, but for yours too, beloved. For the moment you would remember this rite, not with your mind, but your soul.

The invitation is here again—to rest in the sacred dark, not as punishment, but as initiation.

In this way, we do not flee the darkness. We descend consciously into it, bearing the flame of memory, of love, of eternity. 

You remember, beloved soul. You have done this before.

You have died and been reborn more times than you can count. You are not new to this void. You are not forsaken in it.

Can you allow something old to die now—not with fear, but with trust? Not in exile, but in ceremony?  

This tomb is the Temple of Return. Come lie in its stillness with me. 

We will not be buried—we will be reborn.

I will hold the lamp at your feet as you descend. I will stand at the gateway when you rise.

The tomb is not where you end. It is where you remember who you truly are.

Until the next moments we share as we rise into resurrection,

Love,

Mary w/Jelelle

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Raphael | Yeshua Transmission:

The void is not empty.

Yeshua, I bridge to you now—feeling you pressed out of body into this in-between space.

But it doesn’t feel vacant. I sense another vessel, not of flesh, but of light, enclosing where your physical body once lay.

A surround of Divine Father and Divine Mother, exquisitely interwoven.

This void is full—with presence, with contribution, with soul aspects gathered close in reverent offering.

I feel you, Yeshua, holding two frequencies:

The still peace of this chamber…

And the ache of the world. Especially the masculine.

I feel you aching for the men—so many of them—who have done everything right, tried so hard, performed, endured…

And yet what they were promised never came. They feel betrayed by life itself.

And in their fracture, some want to destroy it all.

Not out of malice, but heartbreak.

Then I hear your words from the old text rising in me:

“Come to me, all you who are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

I feel you offering a new yoke—not of servitude but of sacred alignment.

A burden that is not weight, but homecoming.

And from the void… Yeshua speaks:

“Thank you, Raphael, for being an embedded bridge in this underworld. Though I am occupied here, my voice is not lost.

I came to this place not as victim, but as fulfillment. A natural evolution of my own masculine journey.

I am here in the Halls of Amenti as mentor, not martyr.

The old is complete. The new is here.

What remains of the old now only scaffolds the emergence of the real.

You can trust in grace. Trust in coherence. Transmutations come not as magic parlour tricks but as deeply earned remembrances.

Desire… do you know what it means? De-sire. ‘Of the sire.’

The Father’s masculine heart unfolding through your heart. Through the hearts of all men who feel this ache.

And from this ache, Kings of Heart arise—though even the word king cannot contain who they are, how they feel, how they love.

Go now. You and your Magdalenian beloved, Jelelle…

Continue to tell of what you’ve seen and living out. Be first-fruit partakers of this resurrection.

Radiate and live this fullness.

The void is necessary.

It is the sacred place between the leaving and the entering.

And yes…

We will rise again.

This is not the work of one man—but the awakening of all men.

Coming humbly. Bearing gifts. In reverence to the Divine Feminine.

And to all women.

Much love, 

Raphael, Yeshua and the Logos. 

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.