The waves beat down upon the boat in such depth and with such contempt I knew for certain we would sink at any moment.  How could the sea be so inhospitable to us when the actual reason we were fleeing was to bring the word of my father to those who sought it so?

The depth of my pain exacerbated itself in the distance I felt from Miriam, she who is known as the Magdalene, due to her unspoken fear about the upcoming landing and the profundity of her knowledge of all that was to come.  I shared her pain; I lacked her nearness and I wished for her love.

Nowhere is it written that we must be conceived and loved.  Nowhere is it written that we must be cared for and nurtured by the one who bears us especially when the prevailing culture shuns the bearing of girl children and praises the bringing forth of sons. 

My father had fulfilled his obligation.  He, Yeshua, had brought forth two male heirs before my birthing as was the edict.  How proclamations can predict that which will be born from the fruit of the womb is the hubris of mankind for there is no discerning the will of the Most High and yet the law proscribed that which would be conceived.

And then, of course, there was me ~ the girl child, the covenant of the Holy Grail, being carried within the blood of my mother and now transmitted to and through me in the very mitochondria of my DNA.  Yet, how could my voice be heard when the seed of Abraham was entrusted solely in the blood of my brothers?

I remember the day, though I was not yet present within the womb, the moment of my father and mother coming together with the intention of bringing forth a new Grail to carry forth the seed of the SanGrael.  They were blessed in the strength of their knowing,  contributing the Divine Essence through their evolutionary heritage and divine connection – the Shekinah was theirs to share by custom and personal consciousness.

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