Mary Was a Scarlet Woman

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It’s Semana Santa down here in the mountains of southern Mexico. In other words, our annual 7-day celebration of death and resurrection is getting underway.

I am supposed to cast my devotion upon Him. Yet I am transfixed, delightfully caught up in the immense power and beauty of someone else.


Much of biblical history would like to cast Mary as little more than a bit player in story about God and men. For their part, the church fathers would like to dress her up in a suitably modest robe, confine her to the narrow dictates of a false kind of purity and then send her off to do the work of looking pious.


I know better!

Bit player my ass.

Pious? I don't think so.

Mary was Scarlet to her core.

She was also as pure and authentic as the dew drops that baptize her roses every morning.

But to see it, you have to cast away the stories you have been told and you have to look again through seditious eyes.

I invite you.

Open your mind's eye. Imagine.

Consider for a moment how many bedroom windows the Good Lord likely had to knock on before he found a young virgin bold and clear enough to agree to his outrageous proposal?

Or maybe He knew she could bear him a son and that she could bear up under the shame that would surly be cast upon her and her pregnancy. Perhaps He knew the fierce beat of her red heart before He ever even came for her.

We will never know.

But one thing is for sure. It took a woman with a certain kind of mad, passionate courage to accept such an unorthodox divine proposal.

Not every woman is willing to face God and say: “Hit the switch on the divine mood music and set up some candles baby. I’m in!”

Still not convinced?

Come with me then. Let us be flies upon her wall.

Can’t you see her looking up at Him in the moments just before? Don’t you see her beautiful maiden eyes open wide and brimming with equal parts fear and desire.

Look at how her thumb and forefinger are crumpled against her lips as she wrestles with what is in front of her.

Listen to her thoughts as she goes through a quick rundown in her mind of what this would mean: My family will be mad as hell. I will lose all my friends. The town will be mortified. The rabbi’s will look at me with shame in their eyes. Joseph will probably (okay, who I am kidding, definitely) break off the engagement. I could wind up excluded, alone, even murdered.

Mary knew what He was asking and she was smart enough to fear it. But Scarlet was Mary’s nature.

It was her destiny to wrestle with the temptation of God and to lose.

Mary was a daughter of Eve after all.

Listen! Can’t you hear her arguing with Him, arguing with her:

“Well, I really have always been rather passionate about you and now that you are down here, I can certainly see why.

But this, this is crazy.”

Of course, if you listen carefully, you will notice that the word crazy trails off a bit at the end just about the time Mary’s resistance fails her. Her voice goes silent just as she gives in to Him and to her own unbridled desire.

Watch the mischievous grin as it washes across her lips. Can you spot the moment when the change comes over her, the moment when He becomes the apple of her eye – that which she must have?

Witness this woman come alive to her radiance as she steps into His heavenly arms and into this, the reddest of experiences.

See her magnificence as she embraces her destiny and as she becomes her wildest and boldest self. Bear witness as the Maiden dies and the Mother is born in the arms of God.

Pause for a reverent moment of silence! Applaud if you will!

Now take another moment to imagine what drove Mary to make such a bold choice.

Did Mary want to see divinity and humanity reconciled. Maybe she did. But I don’t think that’s why she did it. I don’t think she was that selfless. I don’t see a woman making a sacrifice. I see a woman deliciously, delightfully full of her own destiny. I see a woman overcome with desire for Him and for His son.

I think, when it comes right down to it, Mary just couldn’t back away from the chance to experience the ecstasy of divine union. I believe she, like Eve before her, had to know, touch, taste and love on her own terms.

And love she did!

Now I know the church likes to talk about this as an immaculate moment (by virtue of Mary's supposed Immaculate Conception). I also know that this erotic union between God and this very human woman has been sanitized by the holier than thou to the point where it has almost lost its meaning.

Lies, bitter lies!

The moment that unfolded between the young virgin and the Holy Father was as Scarlet as they come. Even better, it was a deliciously human moment. No human life enters this planet except through the womb of a woman. Last time I checked, there is only one way in and one way out of a woman’s womb.

We are talking about full on Divine Penetration in a full out moment of very human lovemaking.

I implore you. Don’t you let them convince you otherwise.

You too are a daughter of Eve and a lover of God.

If you choose it, you will wear Eve’s Red Velvet robes of sovereignty, and like Mary, you will walk with the scent of His love.

You too are Scarlet to your core and you are as pure and authentic as the dew drops that baptize her roses every morning.

Claim it with all the mad, passionate courage you can muster.

About Rebecka Eggers

Rebecka Eggers, The Freedom Activator is a Meditation Improv Artist; the creator of The Passion Path® and the FLARE brand storytelling method; the author of Coming Alive!: Spirituality, Activism, & Living Passionately in the Age of Global Domination; and the creator of The Ruby Mirror Tarot. She lives in the mountainous highlands of Mexico, where she uses the tools of modern communication to make all kinds of trouble for every last stagnant, soul killing enemy of your potential. Rebecka challenges you to bring your dreams to life. She is trained as a Metaphysical Minister, a Co-Active Life Coach, a Reiki Master, and a tax lawyer (probably weren't expecting that last part, eh?). Finally, Rebecka holds a certificate in Digital Marketing through Emeritus and Columbia University, awarded with distinction in 2017. You can support Rebecka's writing via PayPal!

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