The work of these women was to anoint those approaching death and to prepare the way for the soul to soar. The sacred oil would realign people with their true soul essence, and carry them to the other side. The myrrhophore would hold a vigil, usually three days, whilst praying and uttering the intonation of the oil.
The combination of softly spoken voice and perfume healed the wounds in the soul caused by events not only in this life but also in the past.
This myrrh-bearing tradition has its earthly roots in the ancient temples of Egypt and is still kept alive by a few practitioners today. However, the oil itself is the High Priestess and gateway to the inner temple. Mary Magdalene was a myrrhophore. Isis was a myrrhophore. Cleopatra, Hatshepsut, etc. — the names are many, but the tradition is one.
The myrrhophore not only works with dis-ease in the spirit and soul but also the disharmony within the environment. She tunes in to the subtle discordance and acknowledges its unrest. Turning to the oils, and its pure expression of the Divine, she offers herself as a bridge, bringing the gift of wholeness and healing.
In the Eastern Orthodox and Greek Catholic churches, the third Sunday of Pascha (i.e. the second Sunday after Easter) is called the Sunday of the myrrh-bearers. It is clear that during the time of Christ, being a myrrhophore was a very esteemed and honourable position to hold, so much so that it was the most famous myrrhophore, Mary Magdalene, who got to see and speak with the resurrected Christ.
We also understand that Mary Magdalene held a vigil outside the tomb for three days and two nights. Did she just sit there making sure no one entered the tomb? Or did she sit there uttering the voice of the oil, speaking the words that bridge the worlds, weaving a realm for Yeshua to travel?
I have been writing about myrrhophores for a while, and have been noticing the overnight longing that arises in women when they read these words. There seems to be a quickening, a remembering, and an intense desire to acknowledge that this is what we are! This is heart medicine, streaming through the soul from the Temple of the Oil.
I first realized I was a myrrhophore when I inhaled spikenard. I became initiated right there and then, on the spot. I was instantly catapulted into a dark cave, warmed by ritual and intense prayer. The pungent fragrance opened a secret chamber in my heart as it stripped me bare to the memory of holding this medicine and decanting it to others and the land.
My love and adoration for Christ revealed its immensity as I keeled over and wept.
I had remembered what lay hidden in my soul, and now I am here to remind you. In the coming days, ask yourself, how many oils does your soul carry? How many are in your medicine bag? Write them down. Don’t think them up, dream them up. Feel into the quality of the oils, the countries they originate from, and who before you used them?
Locate these oils from a wild-crafted seller, I don’t like to purchase from big companies who spend lots of money on branding. When you start to get your oils together, spend a week or 10 days with these oils only. Meditate with them, bathe in them, dab a drop under your nose and sleep. Journal with these oils.
Ask the oils how to work alongside them. How best can you serve? What is the quality of your work? Do not underestimate just how deep these oils go. Write it all down. Contemplate, reflect, and be open.
When I went through this process, I was given the number 22. I have 22 oils in my medicine bag. They are mostly of the Egyptian and Palestinian era. My work is with the dying process, and speaking the transmissions (utterances) from the oils. The oils are my route into the Temple and the sustaining of that Temple when I am facilitating sacred space with others.
I have remembered what lay hidden in my soul, and now I am here to remind you.
Comments
Magdalena
Oh WOW. Yes. Yes. Yes. I hunger for these oils! I recieve this rememberance with so much joy, delight and gratitude. My sense of smell is my strongest, and it’s very sensitive, and now I realize it is also SACRED. Oh, this I want to do! It is a whole-body rememberance. I have definitely done this before. My name may be an indication of that!….
So I’m carrying the gift of the Myrraphore?..
Thank you so much Anayia for this gift of remembrance!
cristina trujillo
I first encountered these oils in a shop in Bornemouth England, I passed a shop wile walking, and noticed small little bottles filling most of this shop walls… I intended to carry on my walk, then i felt like a hand pull me back to check again, as my curiosity could not detect what this precious containers carry. After gazing back a few times I entered the store, these aromas just melted me in the spot!!! What are these? I asked the woman at the store, she described them as the “soul essence of plants” I felt my mind was wiped and my heart way open, in a way I left the store with a feeling of …like …an archeologist discovering a royal tomb. Blessings
Samsara
Very reminiscent of an evening conversation by the fireplace in a candle-lit room.
As you can imagine, Egyptian science and knowledge, death and the ferryman/ myrrhophore, definitely resonate very strongly.
Thank you Anaiya !
Ellyn Joy
May I please order ~ Yes, a resonance!
Brandon
I’m a little intrigued finding this blog post. I’m a man who had just gotten into essential oils over the last month. My dad talked to me today hours ago about myrrh and joked about how it is as close as you can get to death in a good way. Not only is this an interesting synchronicity, but one of the oils I bought at my local seller was spikenard! I felt it to be an aphrodisiac, and initiator. I’m stunned. I hope I was a myrrhophore in a past life. It would be an honor.
Maria
Greetings 💖
It has been a most touchingly experience taking part of anaiyasophia’s work and writings about spikenard and not forget your comments. Many answers come to me on cuestions I never were aware of having. Blessings to all of you and Eternal Gratitude for being 🙏
fernando
EXCELENTE . .
Vidokind
Eigentlich ist der Name Maria Magdala – Maria aus der Stadt Magdala . In dem Land der sogenannten Deutschen .
Damals wurde der Vorname gesagt und dann woher Mann oder Frau kommt bevor mehr gesagt wurde zu einem selbst .
Wie auch immer – ein schöner Bericht und vielen Dank
Kerri Lynn Graham
Can you please guide me to where I can purchase the oils?
Yes - here: Annointing Oils
Jose
vivimos camino de la fuente
Peter
wow… so nice to hear this. I have been working with Greg Toews for 1 1/2 years now for transformation of the physical….. working through transmuting our physiology to let in more Light! So glad to hear that others are working with oils in a spiritual/evolutionnary way. thank you dear sister
Irena-ADAMEA
Ich arbeite seit Jahren mit 108 ätherischen Ölen (Ayurveda Massagen nach englischen Art, ein kaum bekanntes aber sehr wertvolles System)….. diese Arbeit ist sehr diffizile und wenn man sich mit den Eigenschaften der einzelnen Öle, welche bei den Klienten Anwendung finden etwas näher befasst, stellt man fest, dass diese Tagesmischungen tiefgreifende Heil- und regulierende Spektren (auf mehrere Ebenen) vorweisen und zwar explizit solche, welche der Klient im aktuellen Moment braucht….. echt sagenhaft. Jedes Mal versetzt es mich in tiefe Ehrfurcht vor der Weisheit der Natur/des Göttlichen in seiner puren Reinheit.
Translated from German
I have been working with 108 essential oils for years (Ayurveda massages in the English style, a little-known but very valuable system). This work is very difficult and if you take a closer look at the properties of the individual oils, which are used by the clients, you will find that these daily mixes show profound healing and regulating spectra (on several levels) and specifically those, which the client needs in the current moment ... really amazing. Each time it puts me in deep awe of the wisdom of nature / the divine in its pure purity.