Like most catholic kids the first time I’ve heard of Mary Magdalena was in catechism, I mean the Mary Magdalene of the New Testament, not the amazingly cute daughter of one of Dad’s best friend who was given that name at birth. I did not really know why she had an deep impact on me. I knew why the second one had it. But that was more of a hormonal thingy, the first one was on a deeper level which even today I cannot explain.
Taking about her brought out a feeling I could not describe to anyone, the least to our priest who was a very understanding man. Few years after finishing catechism I found myself going home from swimming practice a winter night. We had to go to another town who had a indoor pool because there wasn’t any in our town. Somehow, on the way back in the bus with a friend we started talking about Yesuah ben Joseph although at the time we would call him by his Greek name Jesus Christ because it was the only name we knew him by. J.P and I talked about his deity, how could he had been a man and god at the same time. We questioned also his manhood, being born of a Virgin. We talked about the Cana wedding.
At one point we got out of the bus, about half mile from J.P’s home. It was freezing maybe 15 or 20 degrees at most. But we walked very slow, we would have wanted that moment to slow down we wouldn’t not have walked slower. We weren’t particularly close friends although we were in the same classes, we did catechism together but that evening, when we started talking about Mary Magdalene something happen, at least to me. I recall talking about the wedding as Yesuah’s own. I think it was at this time the manhood question popped up. I stayed few minutes at J.P’s door then walk home, just as slowly as before even though I was alone.
The thoughts of her didn’t leave me until I got home, when mom yelled at me asking me where I was. She hit me in face before I had a chance to tell her I was a swimming practice like every Wednesday. She had a very special way of slapping kids. She would turn the stone of her ring inside with her thumb right before doing so. Actually I had noticed for a while how she would practice that move when she was talking to people. It was in unconscious move on her part and I’m sure she never realized it herself but one thing for sure, she was real good at it and could do it in a split second. I did tell were I was after being hit but she didn’t apologize. She never did for anything.
In Piennes good books were difficult to find. After that evening I did try to find something to read about her but couldn’t. At our local library there was nothing of sort. Outside books glorifying the valiant Soviet soldiers who save France (sic) (no kidding even today 50 years later, many people of Piennes are saying brave Joseph Stalin and his red army saved France). Then time passed, my hormones were kicking a lot harder and I got more interested in living girls than a long gone one.
I have to say very little was known about Mary Magdalene except in Southern France were she allegedly died. Outside the fact she had seven demons cast out of her, the New Testament didn’t tell us anything. Until Michael Baigent, Richard Leigh and Henry Lincoln published the book that made them famous: Holy Blood Holy Grail, she was part of the great unknown by the greatest part of the population. Then of course Lynn Picknett and Clive Prince wrote their book : Templar Revelation and finally Dan Brown who cashed in on both book with his Da Vinci Code.
Often picture with very long red hair, she is one of the most controversial figure of the New Testament, the most controversial being of course John the Baptizer.
In France in the late 60’s and early 70’s a new generation of authors started popping out with something new for the country: Conspiracy theories. Gerard de Sede’s “Les Templiers sont parmi nous” (Templars are among us), Louis Charpentier’s “Les Mysteres Templiers” Robert Charroux’s who spent some times in Rennes le Chateau in mid 50’s were the first. They were fairly hard to come by. No Abebooks.com, no Biblio.com, no amazon or barnes and nobles nor Alibris. In fact no internet. Even to order a book by mail would require to purchase a money order at the Post Office, mail it and wait for the mailman to pick up the package without being seen by mother for fear of retaliation for wasting money she could have use to buy some tupperware. In the end none of those authors mentioned Mary Magdalene. They were for the most part fervent Christian for the exception of De Sede who was a trostkyist, and perhaps they didn’t want to deal with their dogma.
To be continued...
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My name is Sandy Hamblett, inspired and passionate researcher of the mysteries at Rennes-les-Bains.