They were a dying breed, the older they got, the more died out. The younger ones, the sons, were more inclined to be liberal to a degree and allow women a place, albeit not their full place, but a place never the less. He had gratefully noticed that his own sons were an exception to that rule.
He smiled to himself as he returned to his office within a huge substantial building, his building that he had worked from for aeons. It looked like an old English club, very chintzy, ornate, and old fashioned. It suited him well. His butler ushered him in, taking his coat.
He sat down at his large mahogany desk with the olive leather inlay and took his pen up ready to write in his diary when the door burst open and a young man came in like a blast of cold chill air. He rose up in surprise as his eldest son threw himself into a chair in front of the desk. His left palm slammed down on the table.
“What exactly do you think you are doing, letting this woman receive initiations at Chartres, are you mad? If she is given insights she will know what has been happening for the last 2 thousand years and that makes me feel considerably uncomfortable! What is she doing next? Are you having her followed, has her room been searched? She must have been a sleeper. I haven’t heard of her at all. Where is she going next? What do we know about her”? He stopped for breath and glared at his father.
“Steady on, calm down. I had her under observation all morning. She is of no consequence. She is ignorant to the greater implications that this may have, and the Magdalene Key is safe and will remain so. We must just get her off the case avoiding if possible, any violence, do you hear me, Sebastian? No violence! Simple persuasion that she is in the wrong place at the wrong time will do”.
Monsieur Roland Montfort looked at his son with cold steel eyes, even he, his eldest and dearest, did not know the magnitude of what could happen. Their whole empire was built on the trade of women and children for purposes he did not care to dwell on. He simply turned a blind eye to it all, and when he detached he could pretend that his was a good life.
He provided for his family, a multi -millionaire, the fact that he indulged himself occasionally in some of the soiled goods that passed through the business’s hands was a nothing, a little secret that no one would ever know. Even in this day of ‘investigative journalism’ and their phone hacking, never had he been caught out and never would he be. He had too many of them in his pocket.
He understood that man’s greatest weaknesses are greed, materialism and sexual depravity. Until the day that men waken up to that they could all be manipulated and controlled into giving their souls away. Bought for a few thousand here and there. Their minds, always rationalising and justifying their actions, while their hearts die from the soullessness of their behaviours. They attack their own hearts and so many died young despite the advent of the triple bypass.
Your heart knows what your mind denies. He had them by the short and whatsits, and he enjoyed the knowing that they danced to whatever tune he cared to play. As he was musing over this, Sebastian who had just been staring directly at him suddenly pushed his chair back.
Sebastian looked over at his father, older now, in his late sixties, he had lost his fire and power, he thought, lost the will to go forward regardless of the pain cost. He was going soft. No violence. Since when had he cared or even taken an interest in the business? He preferred to be in ignorance. No, his father had simply lost it. He would deal with this woman and deal with her quickly before she got too close to revealing the unknown truths that they had hidden so successfully through their influences and the MOP society for so long. The Vatican had been of great help and as long as they were financially benefitting, they would keep the information hidden in their vaults for centuries more, so that his children and their children could keep the business running.
Sebastian left in a stormy flurry like a dark lord taking himself off to his lair. The comparison wasn’t too far wrong because Sebastian was heading for his town house in the gayer side of Paris, not far from the Champs Elyse. He would contact the business’s head of security and get a fix on this woman and immediately make plans to intercept her. Find out how much information she had and what would be her next move. He had plenty of heavies around to deal with her, however, he knew that she too would have her own protection and that could prove to be challenging, if even a little irritating. He was fully and completely aware that if the secret of the Magdalene Key was revealed and arose then so too would the feminine energise and empower everywhere in the world, and his family’s world, that of the MOPS, would end and abruptly at that.
He entered his classy if somewhat Spartan apartment and immediately lifted the phone to get his men to work finding out this woman’s whereabouts. Paris was big but not that big. They would find her - and quickly.
He showered and changed into an Armani suit, he looked good, 6 ‘ tall, black shiny hair slicked back from his forehead a la Mr Reeves. He kept himself in shape. In his late thirties, he remained single having little or no time for a relationship. His job, and his father’s teaching since childhood via the way he treated his Mother, had given him a particularly unhealthy view of women. He always seemed to bully and dominate eventually, although he hid that tendency fairly well until he had been going out with them for a few months.
The thing is, he just didn’t rate them. He was more intelligent. He knew better, he was right and they never saw it that way. When they tired of the money and the trappings, off they went, they usually took a fair share of all that with them. When he had been rumbled, seen for what he really was, he couldn’t continue buying his way into their favour, they disappeared as quickly as they had arrived
Then the hunt was on for the next one. He was simply like an animal collecting trophies along the way. Sex was not a sensuous pleasure or sacred act to him, merely something to get on with and do, get it over and satiate his desire. He just wasn’t one of the touchy feely types and he didn’t have any desire to fulfil their desire. It was more like using them to make him feel better. He reckoned there was far too much made out of the sexual act anyway. He enjoyed a man’s strength and his masseur for instance had hands like steel and he could luxuriate in the pain of the muscles being pummelled and played until he ached all over.
He guessed there was a part of him that wanted to settle and have children. He played a good Uncle to his brother Jasper’s children, but he never allowed that part to develop too big a voice. It might show some kind of weakness, and that wouldn’t do. He was the Business now and he must remain strong and consistent, in control.
The phone rang and he lifted it with a sharp tone said “Oui”. The voice at the other end delivered the whereabouts of Marianna, and they could also report the fact that she was in her hotel room and had been for some time. She had booked a table in the hotel dining room for later in the evening.
He smiled to himself. He said in clipped tones, (and in English for the sake of the reader’s understanding), “Book me in as well for the same time, and get a photo of this woman to me sharpish”, the voice at the other end acknowledged and put the phone down.
Sebastian replaced the phone slowly and thoughtfully. He wondered what she would be like, this woman he had been unaware of, the one who had obviously set her sights at discovering the M Key and all it stood for. She must be tough, strong and courageous to take such risks with her life, but then she didn’t know that was what she was doing, yet. She and he would find out soon enough.
He checked his watch, he had a good hour before he would need to leave and he would use the time well by trawling the web to see what, if anything, he could find out about her. He set to his task as dusk fell and the lights in Paris came on indicating a whole different phase of life beginning in this beautiful now nocturnal city.
Chapter 11
Reunited
Marianna gradually came around. She looked across the room from her bed to the long sash windows where she could see the street lamps flicker
ing into life. Shadows were falling, she must have been asleep for at least three hours or so. She got up, she felt somewhat refreshed, still quite different and a bit detoxy so she knew that she would need to drink loads of water to get rid of that slightly headachy feel.
She got into the shower once again and dowsed herself in the water. She washed her hair and dried herself. She enjoyed the feel of the towels against her, luxuriating in the depth of their pile.
She had laid out a few clothes to put on, her black leggings and a lovely red tunic top, very energising and bright and she stayed with that decision because she felt the red was lifting her energy and she needed a bit of oomph right now after what she had been through.
She was wondering how the next step would be communicated to her although she suspected that she would be given time to recover from her primary initiations before being thrown into the next segment of the adventure. She also wondered how Archangel Michael, Most High, was getting on, and was not surprised to hear a soft thud as he landed behind her. He was fully dressed in his Angel gear, as he was not out in public. His mighty sword, iridescent blue and gold, held at his waist by a magnificent bejewelled belt. He sat down in a chair and smiled across at her.
“How are you now”? He asked. “Have you recovered from the rigours of your journeys”?
“Yes”, she replied, “I am much restored, although perhaps not quite ready to swing into the next melee too quickly. I just need time to ground and stabilise myself. I don’t know what the next phase is going to be about or where it will take me”. She ran her hands through her damp hair and massaged her temples.
“That is why I am here, he said, in part responding to your request, but also to advise you that you need to take care. Forces of negativity are out and about, so be on your guard. I will be back later in the day or possibly even tomorrow, with the next directive from the Councils of Light. They are giving you a respite from action”.
“Great, some Me time, how fab is that “, she said. “Tea”? She offered.
Mariana was never quite sure with Archangel Michael, whether one chatted or passed the time of day or whether the business of the day would always be business and of a very serious nature. She had offered a drink or tea but when she turned back to him he had gone. She reckoned then that it would always be business. Not that he didn’t care, but his care didn’t include hanging around just to keep her company!
Marianna had been married twice. The first time she had been nineteen. She had rushed into it without thinking it through. They should simply have remained friends, it lasted 5 years. She was on her own for about seven years after that until she met her second husband and she threw herself into that relationship swearing that she would not let it go the way of the first one, making it work at all costs. Regrettably after about 7 years the ‘all costs’ began to kick in, and instead of listening to her intuition telling her to move on, she put sticking plaster after sticking plaster onto something that clearly no longer worked. She didn’t get around to really speaking her truth until fifteen years down the line. She had explored and exhausted all the options to no avail, and so, reluctantly, they settled on a divvying up and then they split reasonably amicably.
She had thrown herself into her therapy business and focussed on her spiritual development work. She had known for many years that she was here to deliver a message. That was why she had walked in to the donor body. She hadn’t a clue what this message was, but never the less, a message there was and it had always been to do with the Magdalene and Jesus. There had been a growing lifelong fascination and deep connection to them both and she read book upon book about the Magdalene and how she had had such a deep influence on Jesus and working with the Order of the Magdalenes. When she read these books she had always used her own gut as a truth barometer to see what she felt she was comfortable with, what she felt she ‘knew’ and, on the other hand, what seemed like gobbledygook.
She had done the same with the Bible, a sacred Christian book, that had come down through the ages and through people with their own agendas and filters, and like it or not, whoever was writing was undoubtedly not being objective, but putting their slant on to the whole thing. Using her gut barometer with this had led a bit more to the gobbledy-gook side of things rather than acceptance.
She felt that the essential core teachings of Jesus had been hijacked by a religion that had been developed for the use of men to advance their egos. They seemed to want to control, dominate and accumulate wealth. She knew for sure that Jesus himself had intended none of the misuse of power. Certainly not the hierarchical system that had evolved. He was all for equality and had been very unpopular within the Jewish faith in saying so, during his time on the planet
Again, it had taken her a long time, but she did trust her gut, and she went with that. The books she had read about Magdalene deserved the same respect as the Bible as far as she was concerned. They were written by different people. Yes, with their filters and agendas. Some of it she could resonate with, and other bits she couldn’t.
Then there was the Book of Mary itself discovered in Egypt. Her beautiful words of Love were unmistakable in their message and pure essence. Love is within us all and the Source of that love lives there too. That was in Marianna’s opinion the real deal, the genuine article, straight from the horse’s mouth and not someone else’s spin.
Marianna knew that whatever she was here to do, it had to do with that simple message. She had, as part of her spiritual journey this time around, developed her psychic skills over the years to be able to channel the Angels and the Archangels in particular. She listened to their guidance a lot and although some people thought that was off the wall, she knew that more and more people believed in Angels. This was evidenced by the number of Angelic workers and healers that there were on the planet at this time and the growing audience that they had.
This was the first time she had met and worked with an Archangel on this dimension. She had only ever seen Michael in her mind’s eye within her inner visualisations. It was a revelation and great privilege to see and work with Michael in the flesh.
When she had first started Reiki, an ancient healing modality, it was a no-no thing that you didn’t talk about freely. Now it was widely mentioned on TV and had, in its own way, become a household name. Wonderful TV and radio presenters like Oprah Winfrey had gone such a long way to help investigate and promote alternative and complementary ways of healing, thinking, being, praying, living and loving. It was fantastic that so many were bringing forward a new spirituality for a new era of love. There were so many wonderful people out there serving humanity in this way
Marianna had studied Reiki because she had no choice, the protestant and catholic faiths had discarded the fact that Jesus was a healer, they had thrown that out and people in the West had turned to the East to reignite their healing knowledge.
Mikao Usui, who brought Reiki forward in Japan, acknowledged fully that he was basing his healing on the healing of Jesus. The West had thrown the baby out with the bathwater, and interestingly, demonised healing. And yet, it was, and is, something everyone on the planet can do.!! They just didn’t want people to know how powerful they are in their own right!
When she had been on Earth in past lives, she had knowledge of all that she now remembered. She often wondered why a veil was drawn down over it all. It made her feel as though she was starting over again. She was starting all over again, at least she had done. However, the memory and inner knowing of all her ancient medicine wisdom was now returning in an accelerated way.
Her guidance had strengthened and strengthened until she now knew that she had to listen to it daily, moment to moment, to ensure that she heard what she had to hear, because she was often called upon to share what she heard with clients and students. It also helped her as she prepared for this journey, essentially into the unknown, not knowing where, what and when. She embraced the uncertainty of it all wi
th reasonable cheer, although there were times when emotion would come up as if from nowhere and wash over her. Tears would fall as if a mini cleaning had taken place. Releasing and surrendering the old established ways of being and that feeling of control.
She was staring into the abyss. She knew that she was not in control. All was in the hands of the Universe and the Councils of Light, and she served with humility and grace. Her life was not about her and yet it was important how she lived it, that she truly loved and approved of herself. A paradox.
Marianna jolted herself out of her reverie and got dressed, applied her makeup and brushed her hair into place. Time to go down for dinner, she suddenly felt very hungry indeed.
A few people were around when she went down to the lounge just outside the restaurant. The headwaiter saw her and came over smiling. He gave her the menu for the evening and took her drink order. When she had sorted that out, she turned and looked around. She spotted one or two interesting faces and she noticed a very handsome guy with dark hair sleeked back from his face. She couldn’t really get an energetic impulse from him to tune into. It was as if he was shielded, but she wasn’t bothered. Tired and hungry, she just wanted to eat and get back upstairs to bed for an early night.
She heard a lovely male American accent behind her, a soft voice. She turned and looked. She could hardly believe her eyes, it was Adam Lees. She had met him in Portugal a few summers ago on a workshop for Spiritual Guides. They had become firm friends and were pretty much inseparable for the 2 weeks. However, she had not been ready or interested in anything further at the time and they had gone their separate ways, keeping in touch occasionally by email or Facebook. He was a busy guy and had a thriving spiritual business in Arizona, helping thousands worldwide.
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