A Tomb Once Said to Hold ‘Jesus's Midwife' Might Instead Hold Ancient Royalty
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For centuries, a cave near Jerusalem was believed by Christian pilgrims to be the tomb of an attendant to the birth of Christ.
Salome is depicted in the apocryphal Gospel of James as doubting the 'virgin birth' only to repent and be visited by angels.
A new study suggests that the Salome buried in this tomb was, in fact, not the apocryphal Biblical figure, but rather the younger sister of Judean king Herod the Great.
This story is a collaboration with Biography.com
For centuries, a subset of Christian pilgrims have journeyed to a cave southwest of Jerusalem in Israel referred to as the 'Cave of Salome,' due to its asserted connection to a figure associated with Jesus of Nazareth. Now, a new study in the Israel Antiquities Authority's journal 'Atiqot posits that this cave does serve as a tomb to someone named Salome, but not the one it's long been purported to have been. Rather than the Biblical figure sometimes described as 'Jesus' midwife,' the tomb might have held a figure of Judean royalty.
But if you've only read the four canonical Gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, you might find yourself wondering just who this Salome was supposed to be in the first place (while there is a Salome briefly alluded to in Mark 15:40 said to be present at the crucifixion, this is not the Salome in question). For that, we need to dip into a subset of Christian texts known as 'the apocrypha.'
Given the underground origins of Christianity amidst the Roman Empire, it's no surprise that there was not one single written text relied upon to spread the word of the new faith. Even the four Gospels widely considered part of the Biblical Canon are traditionally believed to have been originally composed with different audiences in mind (Matthew wrote for those with a familiarity with Jewish tradition while Mark for a Roman audience, for example).
This means that there are an array of texts, both extant and lost, that offer different, divergent, and at times even contradictory tellings of the story of Jesus than those that were ultimately determined by church bodies to be the 'canonical' works.
One particular and prominent subset of these are what is called the 'infancy gospels,' stories of Jesus during his childhood. Little is said of Jesus' youth in the four canonical gospels, with only Matthew and Luke mentioning the story of his birth, and Luke alone including a single anecdote of a child Jesus visiting a Temple (Luke 2:41-52). But the apocryphal infancy gospels contain a wide array of events allegedly involving a child Jesus, including a confrontation with a literal dragon (the Gospel of Pseudo-Matthew).
One of these texts, the apocryphal Gospel of James, introduces the character of Salome. While Salome is present for the birth of Jesus in this text, she was not actually 'Jesus' midwife.' Rather, this gospel depicts the actual midwife during Jesus' birth, referred to only by her title of 'Emea,' crying out to Salome about the virgin birth she had witnessed, only for Salome to dismiss it:
'And the midwife went forth of the cave and Salome met her. And she said to her: Salome, Salome, a new sight have I to tell thee. A virgin hath brought forth, which her nature alloweth not. And Salome said: As the Lord my God liveth, if I make not trial and prove her nature I will not believe that a virgin hath brought forth.'
Salome then goes to witness the newborn child herself and decries her earlier doubts, seeking atonement, and is visited by an angel, healed, and told not to speak of what she had witnessed 'until the child enter into Jerusalem.' Some scholars point to this story of Salome as a predecessor and/or parallel to the more famous story, post-Resurrection, of Doubting Thomas.
As Live Science reports, the aforementioned Cave of Salome gained its religious reputation when an ossuary, a casket filled with bones, was discovered in that cave bearing the name Salome. Adherents to the Gospel of James took to attributing these bones, and therefor the tomb that held them, as belonging to the Salome of the birth story, and began making pilgrimages there. As Live Science notes, those pilgrimages were a common enough occurrence that they continued for two hundred years after the area had been conquered by the Islamic Caliphate in the 7th century.
The cave was excavated in 1984, where they found 'hundreds of clay oil lamps from the eighth and ninth centuries, which archaeologists think were sold to Christian pilgrims so they would have light while exploring the dark cave.' But to determine who might really have been interred in this tomb, the 2025 IAA study, co-authored by Vladik Lifshits and Nir-Shimshon Paran, they looked not at what had been left within the tomb, but rather how the tomb itself had been constructed:
'Lifshits noted the monumental architecture — including a large courtyard at the entrance — indicated that a member of the royal family may have been buried there. The authors also discovered the remains of several luxurious villas nearby, which indicates the site once belonged to a very wealthy family.'
Their study suggests the possibility that the Salome in question may not have been connected to Jesus' birth, but rather to a different figure who factors into the story of the young Jesus: Herod I, also known as Herod the Great.
Biblical tradition holds that Herod I, who ruled from 37 B.C. to 4 B.C., ordered the death of all male babies in Bethlehem, but no objective historical evidence has yet emerged that supports that particular tale. Instead, what is known about Herod I, as Live Science recounts, are his contributions to the kingdom he oversaw: 'For example, he was a prolific builder who restored the decrepit Second Temple on the Temple Mount, and the massive rock walls he had built are still standing today as the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem.'
The study asserts that the Salome buried within the cave was Herod I's younger sister, who died in approximately 10AD. This Salome is not to be confused with Herod I's granddaughter who also bore that name. That Salome, recorded in the Bible as ordering the beheading of John the Baptist, would later be immortalized in an array of fictional works like Oscar Wilde's 1893 play and the subsequent 1905 opera by Richard Strauss.
When Live Science spoke to Boaz Zissu of Israel's Bar-Ilan University, a scholar unaffiliated with the study, they conceded that 'The authors correctly identify the original phase as a monumental tomb belonging to local elites of the Herodian period' but suggested 'more rigorous evidential support' was required before it could be firmly established to be the tomb of Salome.
For their part, study co-author Vladik Lifshits conceded as much. 'It's not that I think it must be the tomb of Salome the sister of Herod,' Lifshits told Live Science. 'I'm suggesting that this is one of the possibilities.'
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And then I realized that the system I work in is a broken system. And in that moment something said, You better think about why you do what you do if you're not gonna do it anymore. And it was in that moment that I realized why I do what I do. And it surprised me. I don't do what I do because I've been trained as a lawyer. I don't do what I do because it's about human rights. I don't do what I do because if I don't do it, no one will. I do what I do because I'm broken, too. It's in brokenness that we understand our need for grace, our need for mercy. Brokenness helps us appreciate justice. It's in brokenness that we begin to crave redemption. That we understand the power of recovery. It's the broken among us that actually can teach us what it means to be human. Because if you don't understand the ways in which you can be broken by poverty or neglect or abuse or violence or suffering or bigotry, then you don't recognize the urgency in overcoming poverty and abuse and neglect and bigotry. I even feel broken by this history. When I was a little boy, everybody had to get their polio shot. I was, like, 5. Black people had to go through the back door. So we line up out back. They gave all the shots to the white kids before they gave shots to the Black kids. They had little sugar cubes they were giving the white kids, and by the time they got to the Black kids, they ran out of sugar cubes. The nurses were tired. And they just had lost their capacity to be kind to these little children. And so they were grabbing these Black kids and giving them these needles. And my sister was in front of me, and when she was next, she was so terrified, she looked to my mother, and she said, 'Please, Mom. Please, please don't let them do this.' And they grabbed my sister, and they pulled her aside, and took the needle, and they jabbed it into her arm. And they pulled me aside, and they were about to jab me. And then all of a sudden I heard glass breaking: And my sweet, loving mother had gone over to a wall, picked up a table of beakers and glasses, and was slamming them against the wall. And she was screaming: 'This is not right! This is not right! Y'all should not have kept us out there all day! This is not right!' And the doctor came running in and said, 'Call the police.' And two Black ministers came running over and said, 'Please, doctor. Please, sir. Please don't call the police. We're sorry. We're gonna get her out of here.' One of the ministers fell to his knees. Was, like, just begging: 'Please, please. Please give the other kids their shot.' And he persuaded them not to call the police, and to give the other Black kids their shots. And so I got my polio shot. They didn't arrest my mom, which I was happy about. But you can't have a memory like that without it creating a kind of injury. A consciousness of hurt. That's what I mean when I say I'm broken, right? That consciousness of hurt creates a kind of anxiety that requires a response. I just think a lot of us were taught that you just have to find a way to silently live with your brokenness, with this injury, with that memory. And I don't think that's the way forward. I'm looking for ways to not be silent. Stevenson believes in the promise of treating humans with dignity, as expressed by a law that should keep an intellectually disabled human from being executed. Stevenson believed in that promise all the way up to 50 minutes before the scheduled execution, when the Supreme Court denied his final appeal. Which is when he realized that he works with broken people in broken systems where promises are broken. From the June 2024 issue: The lynching that sent my family north Stevenson's mother believed in the promise that she and her children should be treated equally. That's why she screamed, 'This is not right! This is not right!' When that promise was broken, his mother indicted the system. The preacher believed in the promise, which is why he got down on his knees and begged the doctor not to call the police and to give the other kids their shot. He surely knew that this promise was not yet realized in 1960s Delaware, where this scene took place—but he would not have begged if he did not believe that the promise of fairness was in sight. 2025: Errantry and Hope It's around broken promises that we have a chance at restoring, changing, improving. But of course we need a deep belief in the promise to do that. I am particularly interested in what happens to language when a promise is broken. Sometimes the shards make something intoxicating. Such an assemblage of broken shards can be found Atopolis: for Édouard Glissant, an extraordinary 2014 painting by the late African American artist Jack Whitten, which is being exhibited at the Museum of Modern Art through August 2. Glissant, the Martinican poet and philosopher whose 'poetics of relation' I mentioned earlier, said: 'The thought of errantry is not apolitical nor is it inconsistent with the will to identity, which is, after all, nothing other than the search for a freedom within particular surroundings. One who is errant (who is no longer traveler, discoverer, or conqueror) strives to know the totality of the world yet already knows he will never accomplish this—and knows that is precisely where the threatened beauty of the world resides.' Whitten wrote the following about Atopolis: Elsewhere, Whitten wrote: 'Ever since white imperialist entrepreneurs forced us into slavery, Black identity has been linked to our not having a 'sense of place.' This 'sense of place' for us had to be created through hard work involving all of our faculties of being.' In America, that hard work has been done with courage by individuals who have, to some extent, found 'us' through: 1. Unique meetings of their 'me'-ness and their 'not me'–ness. (Sometimes there was bloodshed around that meeting.) 2. Recognizing when good intentions become bad intentions. 3. Practicing hospitality. 4. Manifesting grace. 5. Understanding that, as Senator Cory Booker once told me: 'Black folks have to resurrect hope every day.' Amazing Grace In 2015, I interviewed the late Congressman John Lewis, and then portrayed him in my play and film Notes From the Field. I been going back to Selma every year since 1965, to commemorate the anniversary of Bloody Sunday, that took place on March 7, 1965. But we usually stop in Birmingham for a day. And then we go to Montgomery for a day. And then we go to Selma. On one trip to Montgomery, we stopped at First Baptist Church, the church that was pastored by the Reverend Ralph Abernathy. It's the same church where I met Dr. Martin Luther King and the Reverend Abernathy, in the spring of 1958. A young police officer—the chief—came to the church to speak on behalf of the mayor, who was not available. The church was full. Black. White. Latino. Asian American. Members of Congress. Staffers. Family members, children, and grandchildren. 'What happened in Montgomery 52 years ago durin' the Freedom Rides was not right,' the chief said. 'The police department didn't show up. They allowed an angry mob to come and beat you,' and he said, 'Congressman? I'm sorry for what happened. I want to apologize. This is not the Montgomery that we want Montgomery to be. This is not the police department that I want to be the chief of. Before any officers are hired,' he said, 'they go through trainin'. They have to study the life of Rosa Parks. The life of Martin Luther King Jr. They have to visit the historic sites of the movement. They have to know what happened in Birmingham, and what happened in Montgomery, and what happened in Selma.' He said, 'I want you to forgive us.' He said, 'To show the respect that I have for you and for the movement, I want to take off my badge and give it to you.' And the church was so quiet. No one sayin' a word. And I stood up to accept the badge. And I started cryin'. And everybody in the church started cryin'. And I said, 'Officer. Chief. I cannot accept your badge. I'm not worthy to accept your badge. [ Long pause.] Don't you need it?' He said, 'Congressman Lewis, I can get another one. I want you to have my badge!' And I took it. And I will hold on to it forever. But he hugged me. I hugged him. I cried some more. And you had Democrats and Republicans in the church. Cryin '. And his young deputy assistant—a young African American—was sittin' down. He couldn't stand. He cried so much, like a baby, really. It was the first time that a police chief in any city where I visited, or where I got arrested or beaten durin' the '60s, ever apologized. It was a moment of grace. It was a moment of reconciliation. The chief was very young—he was not even born 52 years ago. So he was offerin' an apology and to be forgiven on behalf of his associates, his colleagues of the past … For the police chief to come and apologize, to ask to be forgiven—it felt so good, and at the same time so freein' and liberatin'. I felt like, you know, I'm not worthy. You know, I'm just one. I'm just one of the many people who were beaten. It is amazing grace. You know the line in there, 'Saved a wretch like me?' In a sense, it's saying that we all have fallen short! 'Cause we all just tryin' to just make it! We all searching! As Dr. King said, we were out to redeem the soul of America. But we first have to redeem ourselves. This message—this act of grace, of the badge—says to me, 'Hold on.' And, 'Never give up. Never give in. Never lose faith. Keep the faith.' Keep the faith, yes. But don't look away.
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15 Subtle Power Moves That Leave Narcissists Powerless
Yahoo is using AI to generate takeaways from this article. This means the info may not always match what's in the article. Reporting mistakes helps us improve the experience. Yahoo is using AI to generate takeaways from this article. This means the info may not always match what's in the article. Reporting mistakes helps us improve the experience. Yahoo is using AI to generate takeaways from this article. This means the info may not always match what's in the article. Reporting mistakes helps us improve the experience. Generate Key Takeaways Navigating interactions with narcissists can feel like a daunting task. They often thrive on control and manipulation, leaving you feeling powerless. However, with a few subtle power moves, you can regain your footing and make them reconsider their approach. These tactics won't transform a narcissist, but they'll help you maintain your sanity and assert your boundaries. 1. Keep Your Emotions In Check Narcissists feed off emotional reactions, so keeping your emotions in check is key. They often use your emotional responses to manipulate or gain the upper hand. According to Dr. Craig Malkin, a clinical psychologist and lecturer at Harvard Medical School, appearing unflappable in the face of a narcissist's provocations can shift the power dynamic. When you stay calm and composed, it deprives them of the emotional leverage they seek. This doesn't mean suppressing your feelings, but rather managing your responses strategically. By controlling your emotions, you're effectively setting boundaries without saying a word. A narcissist might attempt to escalate their tactics, but your composed demeanor can act as a barrier. It signals to them that you're not easily swayed or manipulated. This self-control is empowering and often confounds the narcissist, leaving them uncertain about their next move. Remember, your emotional composure can be your strongest ally. 2. Reiterate Your Boundaries Establishing clear boundaries is crucial when dealing with narcissists. They often lack respect for personal limits and will push as far as they can. By setting firm boundaries, you communicate what is acceptable and what is not. This clarity can prevent a lot of manipulative behavior from the start. It might feel uncomfortable initially, but it's essential for maintaining your mental health. Once you've set these boundaries, it's critical to enforce them consistently. A narcissist will test your limits, so staying firm is crucial. Consistency in enforcing your boundaries will make it clear that you're serious about them. Remember that boundaries aren't about controlling the narcissist but about maintaining your own well-being. This firmness often makes them think twice before overstepping. 3. Keep Private Information Off Limits Narcissists often use personal information to manipulate or control. By limiting what you share, you reduce their arsenal of potential weapons. Studies by Dr. Ramani Durvasula, a licensed clinical psychologist who has researched narcissism extensively, suggest that withholding personal details can shield you from potential manipulation. Keep conversations on neutral topics and avoid divulging sensitive details about your life. This approach keeps you safeguarded from emotional traps. When you control the flow of information, you maintain the upper hand. Narcissists thrive on knowing your weaknesses, so keeping those private is a form of protection. This doesn't mean being secretive, but rather discerning about what you reveal. Over time, they may lose interest if they can't easily access personal details. This subtle shift in power can make a significant difference in your interactions. 4. Use The Gray Rock Method The Gray Rock Method involves becoming as uninteresting as possible to reduce a narcissist's interest in you. This means keeping interactions bland and avoiding emotional engagement. It's a way to protect yourself from their emotional games by giving them nothing to latch onto. By not reacting or engaging with their provocations, you make yourself less appealing as a target. This technique requires practice but can be quite effective over time. When you embrace the Gray Rock Method, you'll notice a change in how the narcissist interacts with you. They'll likely become frustrated by your lack of response and may look elsewhere for gratification. It's a subtle way to regain some control over the situation. Remember, the goal is not to be rude or dismissive but to protect your own mental space. This approach can be liberating, allowing you to engage on your terms. 5. Adopt An Assertive Communication Style Narcissists can be master manipulators, often twisting words and situations to suit their narrative. Using assertive communication helps you stay grounded and clear in your interactions. Dr. Albert Mehrabian, known for his study on communication, emphasizes the importance of clear verbal expression backed by confident nonverbal cues. Assertive communication involves stating your needs and concerns clearly and respectfully. This approach can deter the narcissist from undermining your words or intentions. When you communicate assertively, you're not aggressive but firm and direct. This clarity can disarm a narcissist, who may be used to exploiting ambiguity. Assertive communication doesn't allow for their manipulative tactics to take root. It's about being straightforward without being confrontational. Over time, they'll realize you're not an easy target for verbal manipulation. 6. Maintain Your Independence Narcissists often seek to undermine your sense of control and independence. It's crucial to maintain your autonomy and not allow them to dictate your actions or decisions. Continue to engage in activities that make you feel empowered and self-sufficient. This not only boosts your confidence but also signals to the narcissist that you cannot be easily swayed. Upholding your independence diminishes their power over you. By cultivating your own interests and life apart from them, you reinforce your boundaries. This independence makes it clear that your life doesn't revolve around them, which can be unsettling to a narcissist. They may attempt to isolate you or downplay your achievements, but your steadfastness can act as a shield. Remember, the more you focus on your growth, the less influence they have. Independence is not only a form of self-care but also a subtle power move. 7. Avoid Engaging In Their Drama Narcissists often thrive on chaos and drama, using it as a tool for manipulation and attention. Avoid being drawn into these situations, as it only gives them more power. Research by Dr. W. Keith Campbell, a psychologist known for his studies on narcissism, shows that engaging in their drama only perpetuates the cycle. Instead, find ways to distance yourself from the turmoil they create. This detachment can significantly reduce their control over you. When you refuse to participate in their drama, you take away their platform. They may try to provoke you or embroil you in conflict, but your refusal to engage is powerful. This doesn't mean avoiding confrontation altogether but being selective about what you engage in. By doing so, you conserve your energy for more meaningful interactions. This strategy can protect your mental well-being and diminish their influence. 8. Practice Daily Self-Care Self-care is crucial when dealing with a narcissist, as it helps maintain your mental and emotional health. Prioritize activities that make you feel good and centered. Whether it's exercise, meditation, or a hobby, ensure you dedicate time to your well-being. This focus on self-care can buffer the negative effects of a narcissist's behavior. The stronger and more balanced you feel, the less impact their actions will have. By taking care of yourself, you reinforce your boundaries and resilience. Narcissists may attempt to belittle or undermine your self-worth, but self-care acts as a counterbalance. It's a way to remind yourself of your own value and priorities. Over time, this practice can shift the power dynamic, as the narcissist realizes their tactics aren't affecting you as intended. Remember, self-care is not indulgence but a necessary form of self-preservation. 9. Use Strategic Silence Strategic silence can be an effective tool when dealing with narcissists. By choosing when to speak and when to remain silent, you control the flow of conversation. This silence can make a narcissist uncomfortable, as they often rely on verbal engagement to manipulate. It's a way of asserting control without confrontation. This selective communication can shift the power dynamic in your favor. When you employ strategic silence, you communicate that you're not obligated to respond to everything. It shows that you're in control of your reactions and engagements. This can frustrate a narcissist, as they often seek immediate feedback to gauge their impact. Silence can be a powerful statement, suggesting that their words or actions aren't worth your response. Remember, it's not about ignoring them completely but being intentional with your engagement. 10. Stay Grounded In Reality Narcissists have a way of distorting reality to fit their narrative, often leaving others questioning their perception. Staying grounded in your own reality is essential to resisting their manipulations. Keep track of facts and trust your instincts. When faced with their distortions, calmly refer back to what you know to be true. This grounding can help you resist being swayed by their version of events. By reinforcing your own reality, you reduce their influence over your thoughts. Narcissists thrive on creating confusion, but your clarity can act as a barrier. This doesn't mean dismissing their perspective entirely, but weighing it against your own understanding. It's about maintaining your own truth amidst their attempts to skew it. This grounding is not only protective but empowering. 11. Seek Support From Your Squad Having a strong support system is vital when dealing with narcissists. Surround yourself with people who understand your situation and can offer encouragement and perspective. Their support can validate your experiences and provide a buffer against the narcissist's tactics. This network can help reinforce your boundaries and maintain your perspective. It's a reminder that you're not alone in the struggle. When you have support, you're less susceptible to the isolation tactics narcissists often employ. These people can offer advice, reassurance, and even challenge your thinking when necessary. They serve as a reality check and offer emotional anchoring. It's important to nurture these relationships and lean on them when needed. Remember, strength in numbers can diminish a narcissist's control. 12. Stay Consistent In Your Actions Consistency is key when maintaining boundaries with a narcissist. They often test limits, looking for cracks in your resolve. By being consistent in your reactions and boundaries, you communicate that you won't be easily swayed. This steadfastness can frustrate a narcissist's attempts to manipulate or control. Consistency is about reinforcing your position through repeated actions. Being consistent doesn't mean being rigid, but rather reliable in your responses. This predictability can reduce their power, as it leaves little room for maneuvering. It's about showing that your principles and boundaries are not negotiable. Over time, this consistency can lead to changed behavior from the narcissist, as they realize their efforts are futile. Remember, consistency is a form of strength in itself. 13. Laser Focus On Solutions Narcissists often fixate on problems to maintain control and create drama. By shifting your focus to solutions, you disrupt their cycle. It's about addressing issues pragmatically rather than getting caught up in the chaos. This solution-oriented approach can be disarming to a narcissist, who thrives on problems. It shifts the power dynamic by moving towards resolution rather than conflict. When you focus on solutions, you demonstrate resourcefulness and independence. It shows you're not reliant on the narcissist for problem-solving. This autonomy can be unsettling for them, as it takes away a potential avenue of control. It's about maintaining a forward-thinking mindset that prioritizes problem resolution over drama. This strategy not only empowers you but can steer interactions in a more positive direction. 14. Be Empathetic Without Enabling Understanding a narcissist's behavior can help you navigate interactions more effectively. While empathy can be a powerful tool, it's crucial not to enable their behavior. Recognize their patterns without excusing or justifying their actions. This balance allows you to protect yourself while understanding their motivations. It's a delicate dance of empathy and self-preservation. By developing empathy, you can anticipate their moves and prepare your responses. This awareness doesn't mean tolerating unacceptable behavior but understanding its roots. It's about maintaining compassion without sacrificing your own boundaries. Over time, this understanding can make your interactions more manageable. Remember, empathy is not about being a doormat but about informed engagement. 15. Walk Away When Things Head South Sometimes, the best move is knowing when to disengage entirely. If a relationship with a narcissist becomes too toxic, walking away might be necessary. It's about recognizing when the cost to your well-being outweighs the benefits of staying. This decision requires courage, but can be the most liberating choice. Walking away is a powerful statement of self-worth. Leaving doesn't mean you've failed, but that you prioritize your mental health. It's an acknowledgment that some battles aren't worth fighting. This act asserts your autonomy and self-respect. It's about taking control of your life and refusing to be a pawn in someone else's game. Remember, sometimes the strongest move is stepping away.
