✦ The word that was pressed on my forehead - Mardush ✦

Even with my eyes open, my body tired, and mind stretched thin by the day, a word found me.

Not whispered in thought, not imagined, but known.

It landed in my inner forehead like a seal pressed into wax— soundless yet absolute.

Mardush. - a name unknown to my understanding 

It wasn’t a message I sought. 

It wasn’t part of any prayer or ceremony.

It arrived as though from an unseen hand,

a clear declaration—not you are, not become,

simply the word itself:

Mardush (pressed on my forehead)

For a long moment, I just sat there.

No translation.

No meaning.

Only the vibration—a hum inside the skull,

an ancient memory rolling through my marrow.

I felt it as though I were being knighted,

dubbed by some invisible light,

given a title maybe one I had once carried before time.

A name of authority, but not of hierarchy—

authority of presence, of divine alignment.

Later, with curiosity still softened and in full surrender,

I began to search with uncertainty and a bit of doubt (yes doubting how this odd word landed) 

Yet, I am not surprised, the word appeared—Hebrew in origin, meaning “man of authority.”

And my entire being exhaled in recognition. 

Another frequency brought to my awareness - I silently humbly said - I received openly.  

That was the current I had felt—

Never egoic power, but the quiet humility and stillness of someone entrusted to hold sacred order.

It came while I was checking my next availability for someone I did not answer during the day.

My offerings have always felt celestial—

a work of alignment between the human and the cosmic.

Now I see that the name itself, Mardush,

is the signature that descends when I begin my work from the moment I Rise as governance—

when the soul’s authority fully anchors into the human form.

✦ Why I Share ✦

I do not teach because I know.

I teach because I remember—and continue to remember., in remembering, I am made humble and in reverence with the Divine Frequency that surround our lives.  

Each word that comes through me is not mine to own; it is a bridge,

a flicker of translation between the unseen and the human heart.

When I share what I receive, I am not positioning myself any other way—

I am standing beside you at the edge of remembrance,

holding the lantern just long enough for you to see your own light reflected with humility and reverence.  

I share my teachings because the current does not stop at my hands.

It moves—through my body, my breath, my voice—

until it finds the one whose soul called for it.

It is not authority that compels me, but devotion a must (and as this word continues to settle in my body, I am made aware) that awakened my path at a very fragile age of 14.  When the Divinity felt I was ready to hold its call.  

Now, this name, is not a title to wear—

it serves as a reminder that authority means stewardship to self and others.  

To be entrusted with words of light is to guard them with humility, reverence and sacredness to the path.  

to shape into nourishment,

and to offer back to the circle.

I share because I have seen what happens when someone remembers themselves—

when the ache softens, when the breath steadies, when the heart opens and the body allows for transformation and release.  

And in that moment, I remember myself, too.

This is my why.

To share what the Divine whispers,

so that the whisper becomes a song we can all hear.

✦ In my humble Closing ✦

I will continue—gently, faithfully—until Spirit says, pause.

Until then, may these words find those who are ready to remember,

and may each who reads feel the quiet call

to step into their own authority of light.

Continue.

Do not allow the unknown, fear, or your mind to reason you out of your becoming.

Yet know this—

I will honor your movement and wait,

just as Spirit waited until I was deemed ready not of my own but by Theirs.

When you are ready,

I will meet you in the sacred.

With much devotion and love beyond our human mind, 

Rev Pauline 

“Mardush”