Honouring the Magdalenes


Honouring the Magdalenes

Honouring the Magdalenes

I can tell by the sickness in my belly that I have ancestors who were connected to this. Be they young women, children or Nuns, in my bloodline this horror exists. Ever since I can remember, I have had a recurring dream of a dark nun with no face gliding down the corridor coming after me because I have run away. 

What is it about Nuns that is unloving and heinously cruel? 

I feel called to go and visit an old Laundry, and strangely enough one is just 20 mins from my parents' home, which is where I am now, to lay flowers for the girls, women and children who had to abide at that God forsaken place. I know I have to turn and face my ancestors and see the faces of the Nun's whose blood I share and forgive them. As I write in this here now moment, that seems almost impossible to do.

Really impossible. But I have to do it. Because when I see photos of these laundries or watch movies, I see how there are statues of the Virgin Mary everywhere - and how those girls must have prayed to Her and felt She did not hear them. And how the Nuns must have prayed to Her, feeling they were acting in Her name. They were not! They were so very far from the Truth, and instead, doing the Will of Wickedness.

I can just about grasp what that must feel like for the Nuns, and that is a very bleak and desolate place, and I feel horribly called to go visit that place, in the Name of the real Divine Mother. Is there anyone else that this subject touches? If there are more of us, I would create a transmission as a gift (strange word) to the brave souls willing to do this.

Thank you for reading, thank you for feeling. May the Grace that wishes to touch this dreadful blemish in our not so distant past already be reaching the souls that suffered so terribly.



  • Some things you can feel all the way down to your bones. When I began tracing my roots I had a love for Joan of Arc and the Native American Crazy Horse. As it turns out I have both of these people in my bloodline as well as the people that tried to kill them. As I looked further there were more oppressed and oppressors than just these two situational relationships. I pray for them.

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Anaiya Sophia

About the Author

Anaiya Sophia  is a Myrrhophore (mistress of sacred oils), Mystic and Author of revelatory wisdom. She carries an oral mystery that stirs the remembrance of a continuous lineage with the Feminine Principle that throughout the centuries has preserved its spiritual dignity, without the need for permission or recognition from any other source. 

She recognises the need for Initiation and uses the mythical intelligence of her years to orchestrate those Rites of Passage. Her methods carry the hallmarks of a mystic, so unmistakable in today's sugarcoated world of partial truth and placating love. Her ferocious allegiance to direct experience imparts wisdom, lasting transformation and personal depth.

Anaiya lives in the Occitan region of Southern France with her beloved husband Pete Wilson. They run a B & B in the beautiful village of Puivert, called  Occitania Bed and Breakfast where individuals and small groups can come and stay.  Anaiya is also able to conduct Baptism, Marriage, Divorce and Death Rite Ceremonies.


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