Marianna suddenly became aware of the cold floor beneath her feet, she looked around and through the dimming light of the stained glass windows she realised that she was returned from this horrific and painful journey. Man’s inhumanity or in this case man and woman’s inhumanity to woman and man knows no bounds. How did we learn to be like that? She was reeling from the heart pain of this journey from the understanding now of the patterns of victimhood within her and her feelings of worthlessness, shame, sexual confusion, invisibility and guilt that occasionally came forward and up, unbidden and unwanted.
Once again she breathed deeply, breathing love, peace and forgiveness into her inner world so that calmness and a sense of wellbeing eventually returned. Now there was a curious lightening of the load, as if a burden had been lifted. An easing in her, heartfelt relief at not being in that lifetime, that the present moment was full of hunky Archangels and delectable France in all its glorious colours, flavours and textures not to mention its friendly people.
She felt as if this process was taking hours, as she looked at her watch she was amazed to see that it had only been 15 minutes since she first started, timelessness was obviously with her and in control - if that wasn’t a contradiction in terms.
Chapter 5
Shift 3 - A Scottish Experience
Somewhere in the recesses of her mind she knew that the observer had moved off, obviously repelled by the force field around her as she worked, because this was work and heavy-duty stuff at that. She resolved to go forward and make her way towards the next block of energy. In no time at all, she felt the now familiar resistance build up against her, much more adeptly than before, and she threw herself forward, as if diving into a cold pool of water.
She was caught in the mists. All she could hear were calls and moans, groaning, anguished cries for help. Driving rain soaked her hair and her shawl, which she pulled around her, her long skirt trailing through the mud as her shoes filled with the blood streaked, swamped water at her feet. She had a lantern in her hand and she was looking for her husband, a member of the MacDonald Clan, and a follower of Bonnie Prince Charlie. He had gone out a few days before to rally to the cause to get Bonnie Prince Charlie on his rightful throne. He had survived the march to Derby and back. They had re grouped, ready to meet Cumberland at this place, Culloden Moor, near the town of Inverness at the mouth of the River Ness. The Clava Cairns but a field away, the standing stones there had borne witness to this the bloodiest massacre on the battlefield.
They hadn’t stood a chance. They had fought well. They were bold men and brethren. They loved their country, they loved their man, but they were sorely badly organised, ill equipped and ill informed.
She searched, throwing light into the faces of many of the injured and dying. They grabbed at her skirt, but she had to keep going to find him. Then she did. He was lying on his back, blood spattered and dead. Her bright young man, her soldier laddie, her love, her soul mate, the father of her child, the one who made her heart sing with laughter and love as they warmed each other’s bodies of a night under their blankets and quilts. How she loved this man. She lifted his cold wet body to her chest and keened her heart out. There was nothing to say or do except make her sound, the sound of the Mother, the wife, the sister, the daughter, the woman, the love, the Magdalene and the life.
What one of us would knowingly and wittingly send our beloved out to die for what, a man’s ego and need for power? His desire to sit on a throne, dictate and exploit. Who among us would knowingly sit back and say nothing and do nothing to stop this unnecessary loss of life, this needless death this empty victory.
Janet keened and keened, sobbed and sobbed. Nought would console her until her father arrived with the horse and cart to take her beloved to the village where she would lay him to rest. She would see him in heaven. He would remember her. She hoped one day that she would find it in her heart to forgive all concerned for this travesty, for this cutting down of her man amongst the youthful flower of Scotland.
She wondered then when would battles stop? When would we remember that we are all one human race, one heart, one mind? Here, not just to survive, but to flower and blossom, live and love together. Remembering to honour and respect each other, allowing for others opinions and valuing them as our own. Working, supporting and cooperating with each other with a community spirit. Where had all this competition and fear come from?
She wondered when would we remember? Was life meant to be a struggle, anguish and pain? Or could this heaven spoken about by the religions really come to earth. She wondered. There were, of course, religious wars she heard of now again, so even they seemed to have to impose their will on others, rather than just allowing Love to flourish, magnetise and attract people like bees to the honey of life.
She had heard a mighty healer had lived in Fortingall in Perth hundreds of years ago, his family from far off lands where they had been with the one who had been sent as the prophet. She wondered. She cried. She sobbed a morbid deep sadness and loss surfacing - the loss of humanity for each other. What a loss!
She would never let her child go to war. She made this vow here and now. She knew many women who professed to be proud of their sons dying for their country. What else could they do? They had to justify it somehow to make themselves feel better. She could understand their desire to do that. She knew that she couldn’t do that. Nothing in her being would allow her to lie. She would have had to wear a mask to pretend, the hurt was so deep. She was not prepared to lie to make armies and leaders feel better about allowing their young men to die on battlefields. They may be able to suppress and shut down their emotions but she could - and would not. Humans are wired for peace not for war.
Her voice still keening for her love, lifted up to the night sky and soared with the eagles. She sent her prayer for peace up on the dovelike sound of her voice - the voice of the Magdalenes. The love that goes beyond all understanding shall return.
Marianna looked around her, she was back in the present moment, breathing deeply she restored her equilibrium, felt the forgiveness and love pervade her every cell as she relaxed. In that moment, she felt lighter than she had felt for some years. She had obviously carried the imprint of that loss around in her energy field for all her lifetimes since it had happened. No wonder life could feel heavy and burdensome at times, struggling around under the weight of all this past life debris.
That was the conclusion of the first 3 stages of her task. Clearly, the cleansing of past lives, although she was sure not all of them, but perhaps the worst of them, were now healed and forgiven. There was a freedom. She felt that her heart centre was letting go of a lot of the shrouds and blocks that had surrounded it for hundreds of years and lifetimes.
What would the next situations hold for her? She had been released from some of her past life patterning, hopefully the most important ones. What was next?
She walked forward, along, around, feeling the swirl of the energy. A little dizzy here and there, however, she was focused on keeping her intent and purpose clear. Nothing was to distract her.
Chapter 6
Shift 4 - Balance
Marianna was whisked into a whirlpool of energy and not taken down but taken up and up and up until the energy rested and stopped. She found herself atop the clouds with a beautiful woman standing right beside her. She looked closely at the woman beside her and noted the serene face, the graceful ways, the beautiful blue robe, and the palest of blues. She knew instantly that this apparition was Mother Mary, she felt calmed by her presence. She honestly didn’t know what this part of the Labyrinth would be about and she felt honoured that this most Divine Being had joined her.
Mother Mary smiled at Marianna, took her by the hand and led her up the steps of what looked like a fairy tale castle. It was crystalline in texture and although you could see through it, it was solid. They climbed the stairs together. When they arrived at the top they entered into the
central hall of the castle. Romanesque archways were solid and imposing. Marble and alabaster was the fabulous texture and fabric of this place. They seemed to float forward and there, in the centre of this hall, was a wonderful huge flame, which reached up to the sky. Pale blue in colour and yet surrounded by a milky white aura. This flame was strong and pure.
Marianna was fascinated as she noted a stairway at the side and she was being instructed to climb up and into the flame.
She stood in the flame with some trepidation and felt a lot of negativity being burned from her in fact she saw lots of little ‘slings and arrows’ being sucked away. She looked below and almost felt that she was becoming a tree as the most amazing roots seemed to extending down from her feet, down and down they went until she could see a Goddess of gargantuan proportions grabbing them and installing them in her earthy pulsating heart. That just had to be Mother Earth.
She then became aware that above her hair a halo had appeared, it looked like a gas burner with all its little flames burning. Each flame was cleared and cleaned, then the flames became stronger and stronger going up and up until they reached a point where they formed one huge flame and connector of Light.
She felt strung out. Anchored and yet stretched to this connector of Light as it plugged itself in to a huge Source of energy that was swirling far above in the Universe. From the great connection above to the earth connection below, she could count 12 orbs like opalescent pearls shining and spinning. She would call them her pearls of wisdom because in each centre there was a control and command module. She smiled to herself; each one looked like an individual magnificent planet in its own right.
As the planets spun faster and faster she saw some ‘dark stuff’ flying out from them and in the distance she saw Archangel Michael, most High, bedecked in his robes, with what looked like a vacuum cleaner simply sucking the debris up and taking it away through mighty golden doors that always slammed shut behind him until he emerged once again for the next load. Wow, were her ‘pearls of wisdom’ so dirty? It seemed so.
She was enjoying this however now she was being invited by some of the beautiful blue angels of Love to call forth the Light, the White Christ Consciousness Light to be specific and bring it down from the Source of this Light into her auric halo and then down into her physical brain. On arrival there, it turned from a mighty laser beam of Light into a high-powered jet hose, which began to come up and down the corridors of her brain with alacrity, blasting stuff out into her auric energy field. The strength of this knew no bounds and she could feel releases and triggers going off here and there as some entrenched tramlines of old thinking were released from her mind.
Oh dear, she hoped that this wasn’t getting all too complicated for her. Now the mood changed, she was taken in to a beautiful big house. There was a man there. Quite happy looking, in control and yet there was a sadness too. There was a thermometer like device right beside him and the red energy within it was glowing at 70 %.
The Angels of Love flocked in and advised her to let the pressure out of the base of this device so that his energy came down to a resting point of 50% As this happened I watched this guy relax, visibly less stressed, he was not the leader he said, he must work in tandem with the right side of the brain, in harmony with the feminine who is linked to the heart and the heart and soul must lead.
He would be delighted to be the backup, the instrument that would make it all happen however he did not want the stress of being in thinking and solution- oriented pose all the time. The left brain dweller, the inner masculine energy, sighed a sigh of great relief as he let go and could send a hand out to take the hand of the Divine Feminine but hang on a moment she wasn’t there, suddenly Marianna was whisked to the right side of the brain and once again this high force of cleansing energy cleaned the right brain. Stuff fired out into the auric field and again Michael was there to hoover it up and take it away, then the road to the beautiful house of the Divine Feminine appeared, delightfully decorated and cosy, this house was very feminine and there she was Marianna’s inner Divine Feminine. Not really glowing at all, her radiance and vigour was like a gas fire on a low setting, the Light was out, the fire, passion, power and purpose dampened.
Looking at the thermometer beside her it could be seen that the red energy field inside was down at 30%. Where the masculine had been well up, she, accordingly, was down. Her creativity was all dried up, her inner beauty not loved or appreciated; she held resentment because of the way she had been treated for aeons.
Not visible, not recognised, not deemed good enough or worthy of the best career or job. How long had this been trapped within? This antagonism toward the male of the species who had so heartlessly cast aside all the compassion, the love, and the forgiving nourishment she had to offer. They must have been so fearful of the power of woman to desire to dominate and destroy it so much.
As tears fell she could feel the flow of compassion and understanding flow and restore her. She sang the sound of her heart into this red energy and forced it up the glass vial until it reached 50%. In her inner house these two energies would work hand in hand, heart in heart, soul with soul to create an amazing harmony and there would be nothing that they could not and would not achieve together in balance. What was achieved within would certainly come to be achieved on the outward experience, fulfilling her infinite potential at last.
Marianna felt a sigh of relief as this balance came in to play. She knew in her heart that this was probably the first of a few rituals like this that she would undergo to restore the original blueprint of Mother/Father Gods Divine Plan. Blessed be.
She sounded and sounded her heart’s song, the sound of ‘AH’, the sound of the voice of the Magdalenes soared out into the vastness that is Chartres.
“My voice shall be heard again, the love that goes beyond all understanding shall return”.
Whoosh and Marianna was back, standing, shaking slightly, still half in an altered state of awareness. She began to move, she was aware she had been making sound and looked around to make sure that no one had heard however one or two tourists were smiling at her and nodding as if they had understood this, the call of the MAGDALENE.
Chapter 7
Shift 5 - Snakeskin experience
She wished she could run back to the hotel and write down everything she had just gleaned from that interesting sojourn into her brain and subconscious mind. She felt different almost as if she was slightly off balance but realised that if something as fundamental as this had been out of balance inside then an adjustment would make her feel out of kilter for a little while, on the outside.
The tourists who had been smiling and nodding had disappeared into a different bit of the Cathedral and she was once more alone to her task. She was well over half way around and knew that the next energy shift would not be long in coming. There were only seven and already she had achieved 4.
Walking forward more confidently now she reckoned that she had faced the worst, it didn’t matter what was thrown at her now she would survive as she was/is a survivor. Her right foot soon pressed on a wall of energy and she thrust herself into the darkness, a tunnel, she felt herself going down it as it if were a helter- skelter at the fair. She tumbled out into the light at the end of the tunnel and found herself in the jungle.
Humid, damp, warm with leafy trees, bushes and plants all around her as she made her way along a winding pathway. This was a well-worn track, she could see from the broken branches that it hadn’t been long since someone had been along it, but who and where it went, she knew not.
She could feel eyes upon the back of her neck. She felt the hairs rising as fear began to grip her. Here was the unknown. She had no idea where she was, felt no familiarity at all. She came out into a clearing, straight in front of her was the opening of a cave that beckoned and at least it would offer shelter and protection. She went in, she could hear things moving and scuttling as she went tentatively f
orward. Instead of getting darker as she proceeded, it got lighter. She saw light sconces on the wall further down and realised that she was approaching a great cavern well under the earth.
She found herself looking down on a ceremony of some sort with dark native peoples chanting and singing. To her horror she observed that they were sacrificing a young girl laid out on a large slab as an offering to whatever God they were worshipping. She kept her head down, not wanting to be seen, or she could be next on the block. Too late, she was spotted by some youths who were crouching down across from her. They were also observing the proceedings. They gave chase.
Marianna took off as though the bats of hell were after her, which they were. She ran and ran, her heart pounding in her chest. She was frightened to death of this situation; she didn’t know where to turn or where to go. She crossed a small river and to her horror there were crocodiles or alligators snapping at her heels as she ran across the thin line of paving stones. On an on she went until she gradually had little energy left, exhaustion was fast taking over, she slowed down and began to listen to the thumping of her heart.
She hid behind some bushes and rested, the heart pounding subsiding and a snake with a mighty hiss came into view, right in front of her. She froze. The snake, studying her with huge eyes and tongue extended, said, “What is the fear here? Is it the fear of the people, the animals, torture or being eaten by crocodiles or being poisoned by my lethal bite?
She was perspiring, helpless, hopeless and now she was really losing it, a snake speaking? The snake continued to stare, she thought about its question. She knew that this was the typical fear of death situation she feared for her life, and she knew she was about to be killed mercilessly.
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