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SACRED JOURNEY
On a Magdalene Quest
with SUZANA GRAU
(SLO)

This sharing is an excerpt from the most recent part of The
Magdalene's Journey that started back in 2003 in Spain.
CHARTRES 2012, FRANCE
- part 2 Photo © Suzana Grau

The Apostle with the Key from the Southern Gate of Chartres Cathedral was haunting me. Who is He? What
is his message?
I asked random people, I asked at the information spot, I looked into a guide-book, I even went to the
Cathedral and had an amusing conversation with the priest: 'Monsieur, vous pouvez m'aider? Je voudrais
savoir qui est l'apôtre avec la clé dans sa main sur la cathedrale.' But my broken french only inspired him to
offer me confession - which I gratefully refused. 'Mercy Ma Père, mais je n'ai rien à avouer, mercy...' he
looked puzzled yet I was assure I had nothing to share... Well no confession, but also no info on the guy
hanging next to Jesus. It looked like Nobody Knew who is The Mysterious Apostle from the Southern Gate.
Until I met St. Yves ... A Gate Keeper of The Cathedral with The Bucket of Flowers in one hand and the other
hand open for our generous Gifts.
My Friday morning walk to The Cathedral was fruitful. Finally they removed chairs that were covering the
great labyrinth laid, according to the architectural detective of John James labyrinth, in the first decade of
the 13th century (c.1201-1205 is a commonly quoted figure). Since then many pilgrims came to this
sacred, symbolic place also known as “Domus Daedali” (House of Daedalus), or “Chemin de Jérusalem”
(Road to Jerusalem). Labyrinth is composed of a number of symbols which strike the profoundest chords of
our subconscious: the circle, the cross and the spiral.
So far I walked various labyrinths to receive an insight where I am in my
life and which parts of my being long for transformation.
This time I needed an insight about my Path to The Southern Hemisphere.
I was a bit cautious as I started the walk in, a bit of fear was present –
what is in front of me. But as I walked I felt my chest opening and
releasing stuckness, the steps became lighter. My chest expanded as the
breath of Grace poured in.
There was nobody in front of me. The road was Open and All I felt was a
promise for the Path in front me. I realized that this is it. Life is Grace and I
Chartres Labyrinth ©Jeff Saward
am grateful for it. For The New ways. For the New time. For the opportunity
to dress new skin, to sculpture new mask. Now was the time for the joyous walks. Everything I walked so
far thought me that and brought me here. Huge sigh of gratitude…

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