Queen Sheba

Long ago there was one who wore the mantle of Isis, who was called Sheba. She was most wise and extraordinarily beautiful. She was powerful in the ways of magic, in the ways of healing and in the ways of inter-dimensional travel. She amassed great wealth and was a queen among her peoples, who lived near the headwaters of the Nile River, in what is called the land of Ethiopia. She was part of an ancient matriarchal lineage. She was very powerful and many obeyed her word as their command.

Solomon the Wise knew of her and desired that she come to his kingdom. He invited Queen Sheba to live with him, for a time, in the beautiful temple and palace he had erected. He entertained her and created a liaison with her. He lay with her and they conceived a child. When it was time for Sheba to return to her motherland, he sent her away with many riches, which included many of the magical talismans handed down from the ancients that he had kept secret within the interior of the temple crypt. She took these treasures and her child, and with a great retinue, travelled back to her lands and people. She did not leave her lover empty-handed, however.

She left with Solomon one of the greatest treasures of mystical literature, the ‘Song of Songs’.

From these two a lineage was born and a genealogy was kept. It was of this seed of Solomon that, in time, through David, and thence through my loins, came a mingling.

My mother has shared about the two Marys who wed my son, Yeshua.

Both of these women carry the blood of Sheba. She called herself, Isis, as is common among those initiated into her rites. These Marys both bore daughters, one of whom bears the name of our great matriarch, Sarah, Father Abraham’s wife, who was initiated in the temples of Isis.

In Egypt, she is called Sar’h. (Consequently, the daughter of Yeshua and Mary of Bethany is called Sar’h). The other daughter is called Miriam (daughter of Yeshua and Myriam of Tyana), named after Moses’ mystical sister.

Both Sarah and Miriam, in olden time, wore the mantle of Isis. You have heard of the mysterious representation of the Black Madonna, who is said to be Sar’h, the Egyptian, who is honoured in your day, in a crypt of the church at Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer. It was nearby that our crippled boat landed years ago. It was here that the legend of the Marys was passed on, daughter to daughter.

Anna, the voice of the Magdalenes