The Fourth Power and the Voice That Keeps You Small

Hidden teachings of The Lost Gospel of Mary Magdalene

I’m unwell at the moment. Life got so intense it burned through my fuel reserves—just like in Star Trek when they throw the warp drive and drain the dilithium crystals. I only mention it because it’s relevant to this story.

One of the beautiful offerings at this year’s Women of Wisdom was a workshop by Dr. Joanna Kujawa, where she spoke about the hidden teachings of The Lost Gospel of Mary Magdalene—Mary’s radical message of ascension and spiritual transformation.

As part of the course, Joanna guided us through journeys. Other women had profound responses. I, however, was too depleted to switch psychic modes. So I rested. I listened. I watched. I got a little jealous, if I’m honest— of what I was witnessing.

But that soon changed. Weary as I was, I didn’t expect what came next. It was my turn. But to understand why that mattered, you need some context.

Not too long ago, I was blessed to stumble upon some teachers. Some golden teachers, in fact. And what began as a luminous, heart-opening journey—a soft unfurling of the self—somehow twisted itself into a dark, snarling spiral. A self-devouring tirade. A psychic coup staged by that familiar old voice:

“Who do you think you are?”

And once that question slips through the crack, it doesn’t stop. It multiplies. It metastasizes. It sharpens its claws.

Who do you think you are to speak?
To teach?
To shine?
To know anything at all?

What makes you so special?
Haven’t a thousand others done this better, said this smarter, lived this louder?

Why would anyone listen to you?
Why would anyone care?
Don’t you know how ridiculous you sound?

Who gave you permission?
Where are your credentials?
Your proof?
Your right?

Are you sure you’re not just deluded?
Performing?
Grasping?
Pretending?

Are you just recycling what you’ve heard?
Do you even know what you’re talking about?

What if you're wrong?
What if you're dangerous?
What if you're leading people astray?

What happens when they stop applauding?
When they stop asking?
When they walk away?

Would you still believe in what you’re saying?
Would you still believe in yourself?

Are you sure you’re not just seeking love?
Approval?
Validation?
Power?

And even if you are—all of that—
Isn’t that pathetic?

Why can’t you just be quiet?
Stay small?
Stay safe?

Who do you think you are to heal?
To lead?
To know?
To dream?
To dare?

And the worst of it is:
The voice doesn’t scream.
It whispers.

Soft. Sweet. Persuasive.
Like it’s only trying to protect you.

It was a lot.

And I was more than relieved when I tumbled back into Reality A—shaky, doubting, bruised. To say I was left questioning myself would be an understatement. And though from the outside it may have looked like I carried on, kept producing, kept going (and I did)—the sting of it remained.

Until, in class, Joanna said something that changed everything.

She spoke about the Fourth Level of Ascension described in the Gospel of Mary. The final power the soul must face on its journey home.

And suddenly I understood.

That inner tirade—that self-devouring chorus of “Who do you think you are?”—was not random. It was not even personal. It was the voice of the Fourth Power.

Wrath. Fear. Terror of Dissolution. The Death Grip of Identity.

It’s not just “negative self-talk.” It’s the final defense mechanism of the ego-construct. The last gatekeeper standing at the threshold between you and the truth of who you really are.

Because if you remember that truth—if you really remember—the whole illusion collapses. Game over.

The Fourth Power isn’t sloppy. It doesn’t show up foaming at the mouth. It’s cunning. Strategic. It doesn’t need to chain you. It only needs to convince you.

Stay where you are.
Stay who you are.
Don’t rise.
Don’t remember.

Because if you do, the whole house of mirrors falls apart.

That’s the brilliance of the trap:
The tyranny is internalized.
You guard the cage yourself.
You even decorate it.
You argue on its behalf.

The Fourth Power doesn’t kill you.
It just makes sure you never truly live.

And knowing this?

Game changer.

Because now I see it for what it is.
Now, when that voice comes, I don’t have to believe it.
I can nod politely.
I can say, “Ah. You again.”
And I can keep going.

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p.s. if you want to try it, The recordings are here https://wow.magicalegyptstore.com/mmworkshop