The Holy Cup Of Divine Surrender: The Last Supper & The Garden of Gethsemane - Day Four Holy Week Divine Union Transmissions W/Yeshua & Mary Magdalene

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

Magdalene offers: 

Hello Beloveds, I feel the sobriety of where we are journeying together today into the portal of the Last Supper and Yeshua’s grieving process in the Garden of Gethsemane. I will drop into these scenes in the lower timelines for which this pain remains unprocessed, especially for those souls who have only sought comfort from a Father God and may need now to feel a Divine Feminine response of love. This feels like a service for them, for any raw places in my soul that remain, and for the deeper feeling of my beloved counterpart masculine Yeshua and the collective masculine journey as well. 

Although it is not mentioned on the page, I was with my beloved Yeshua physically during this final meal, sitting across from him and offering whatever comfort I could through eyes filled with love. His gaze met mine across the candlelight, and I knew as he knew: this was the last feast before the veil would fall. 

I watched as he passed the holy cup with trembling grace, as if not just pouring wine, but his body and heart’s final offering. As I sipped the wine, I felt the sweetness of our eternal union and the Holy Grail of remembrance codes that would remain, held in my womb and waiting to be birthed by those ready to enter the threshold initiation of Divine Union. This opened my own heart with an expanded courage and I offered it over to him immediately. 

Yet, I felt how his body had become like the bread before my eyes - already broken, already given. In the breaking of bread, I heard the crack of the world’s sorrow and my own start to bubble up as well.

I retreated after the dinner into a meditative space of my own to ask Divine Mother to hold the space with me in the unseen realms, asking Her for the courage and heart strength bearing to witness and prepare the container. Not as a mother holds life in her womb with so much hope; yet how a death doula must summon something bigger to trust in the rebirth on the other side of the dying.

I followed Yeshua’s sorrow like a shadow. Though my feet did not step into the garden offered to him by Divine Mother’s grace, my soul knelt beside him as he wept blood into the soil. I felt his groan echo through the ether…his cry, ‘let this cup pass from me,’ was not weakness, but the purest strength.

I sensed how in the quivering moment between Yes and No, you truly meet the Divine. I felt how the wrestle within him was sacred. Even his uncertainty was beloved to me. It was the gate through which his surrender could walk.

There are places in a Beloved’s pain where no one may follow…and still, I went as close as the veil would allow. I watched him weep under olive branches and I did not look away. Yet loved him all the more for his tenderness. 

I wrapped my frequency around his agony as if to cradle the unconsolable.

Even as the others slept, I held vigil with the Feminine Face of God. For love never truly sleeps in the garden of surrender.

I could not stop the betrayal/great working that was to come and that we had agreed to already and been prepared for, but I could anoint his path with the balm of my being. He carried the cup, but I bore the silence of witnessing. And I prepared for what was next in this way. 

I invite you all to feel now with me these reminders, beloved souls, as you take in our story in whatever ways it resonates with your own experiences: 

Allow the wine of sorrow to become the elixir of surrender. Do not fear the ache that opens your heart. It is the chalice in which love is most deeply known. Let it break you open.

Wherever you are weeping, I am already kneeling beside you. You are not alone in your Gethsemane. I have held space in this garden of agony before, and I will hold it with you now.

Union is not the absence of pain, but the willingness to love through it. Even when you feel abandoned, even when fear threatens to close the door - keep it open. Love will return through it.

If you are holding space for yourself or another in pain, know that presence is the greatest balm.

You need not fix, only remain. Divine Mother can support you in holding this field of presence.

Surrender is not passive. It truly IS the fiercest act of trust. 

It is the moment the soul opens her palms and says: ‘Even this that is most precious to me in this moment, I offer into the fire of Love.’

Until tomorrow with so much love,

Mary Magdalene w/Jelelle 

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Yeshua offers:

To all drawn here to the sacred fires of remembrance:

The remembering of the Last Supper and my passage through the garden of Gethsemane is so much more than a memory. It is a living, breathing, pulsating emanation.

As I remember it, as I often do—as you are invited to also do—you are not just remembering me, but are being re-membered with the very Source Field from which you came.

The grief of this surrender echoes the ache of our first departure—when we were truly we, before even the idea of me had crossed the Divine Mind. The Divine Mind and Heart gave rise to becoming Divine Father and Divine Mother. From that union, all that was individuated bore not only the image or earmark of the Divine, as the Bible frames it, toning it all down to make it bearable…

No, you are so much more than an image.

The deeper truth—the long-hidden truth, now arising to be lived—is that the Divine could do no other than give birth to Itself in every frequency of being it chose to create.

My movement in the garden was the offering of that original gift—to God, from God, as God—returning once more to the womb of all. To be born again into the next octave of the Divine’s own sacred play.

The agony felt in the garden are the birth pangs of the grief and sacred ceremony that must come to provide the travel grace required to survive—no, to thrive—in the portal of rebirth. Grief becomes the fuel. All that is surrendered becomes firewood for a flame that cannot be quenched—an honouring of the deepest desire your soul carried here into form.

This, I now struggle to call “sacrifice,” for what is given up becomes something so much more.

I could speak on it for hours, and yet even now, my words begin to blur where mystery must remain. Too much description doesn’t serve.

I am also re-membered with my beloved Mary Magdalene—whose soul, heart, and body signature aligned so beautifully with mine, a mirror gift of the Divine’s own union with all things.

I have more to say. It will come. It always does, as you are ready.

I am born again. You are born again.

Christ as you—the hope of glory—pure, unfiltered, and unwatered-down Divinity… not only in humanity, but as humanity.

And when you are ready to approach your garden of Gethsemane—as we all must do, again and again—we become the mirror in which the Divine sees itself, truly, for the first time.

You are not only remembered, beloved—you are re-membered into the wholeness that never truly left you.

I invite you now into your next steps on this sacred journey. They are as plain as the day before you. You know… and you will continue to know—for you know all things.

The cup is passed to you now.

With love,

Yeshua w/Raphael

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