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I AM MARY | I HAVE SEEN the LIVING LORD - Rose Gold Series 🌹

A sacred song of witness through the eyes of Mary Magdalene. "I Have Seen the Living Lord" is a musical journey into the mystery of the Red Egg and the Empty Tomb. 🌹 Welcome to the Rose Gold Series. This collection explores Sacred Love, Remembrance, and the Divine Feminine. Following the journey of the "I AM" series, we now step into the garden of the Resurrection. [The Story of the Red Egg] After the garden, after the voice spoke her name and the world reassembled itself, Mary Magdalene did not keep the miracle to herself. She carried it. They say she traveled to Rome, to the heart of power, where emperors weighed truth like coin and measured gods by conquest. She came not with proof, not with parchment, not with the sharpness of argument. She came with the steadiness of someone who had seen morning break open death. When she was brought before the emperor, he laughed at her words. A man risen from the dead? A kingdom not built by force? Such things, he said, were as impossible as the egg on his table turning red. Mary reached for the egg. An ordinary thing. Smooth. Closed. Silent. She held it in her palm, as she had held grief, as she had held love poured out without guarantee. And she said: Christ is risen. As the words left her mouth, the egg flushed crimson in her hand, as if life itself had surged to the surface. Red as blood. Red as dawn. Red as a heart remembering how to beat. Not broken. Not spilled. Transfigured. The shell remained sealed, but it was no longer the same. What had been pale became luminous. What had seemed inert revealed its fire. Mary did not explain the miracle. She did not need to. The egg said what words could not: that death is not the end, that what looks closed may be full of breath, that resurrection does not always arrive by shattering, but sometimes by glowing from within. From that day on, the red egg was carried as a sign among the faithful. At Easter tables. In quiet homes. In hands that trembled between grief and hope. It whispered a truth Mary had learned in the garden: The tomb was sealed, and still life rose. The shell was whole, and still light moved. Love does not need permission to awaken. And Mary Magdalene, first witness, first voice, did not argue the resurrection into being. She held it. She spoke it. She let it shine. If this sacred sound resonates with you, please Like and Subscribe to join our circle of devotion. Listen to the previous journey: I AM HELD ⬇️    • I AM HELD | Holy Rose of Living Grace (Ros...   #MaryMagdalene #SacredSong #RoseGoldSeries #ChristianMysticism #Resurrection