There were twelve in all, and with Marianna and Adam, all fourteen prepared to ascend the stairs.
Marianna looked ahead into the gloom and was faced with wooden slats that seemed to arise at a fearsome incline. There were works of maintenance in progress, and this was apparently a temporary stairway to the Kings Chamber. When they reached the top she was well out of breath, and needed to really gather herself before bowing low under the granite slabs to enter the chamber.” We must all visit the King on bended knee”, Mr B’s pyramid guide had announced before their ascent had commenced. Mr B was waiting below to guard the entrance with the official guard.
One by one they entered in. Even if they had been here before, they still looked around admiring the solid slabs of green grey granite and the small sarcophagus that had held the remains of the Great King or so the story went….
The air was fresh from the inbuilt ventilation system. How clever these beings had been. The great galactic pyramid builders. The guide disappeared outside and left the group to begin their meeting.
They stood in a circle, Premonius began to speak. He began first of all by introducing himself as a Magdalene - part of the ancient Order of Magdalenes, from aeons ago, taught through the ancient mystery schools of Egypt and Isis. He was reincarnated at this time to help with this mission. Each one in turn offered their name and function within the group.
Adam and Marianna were humbled to be in such auspicious company. Each one had a specific remit with the seeking and finding of the M Key artefacts. The secrets of this had long been buried, and they were already well ahead with a plan to recover it, which meant visiting Rome. However, the question was at this juncture,” did we/they need all one hundred and forty four to assemble, or whether the twelve here gathered, fourteen including Adam and Marianna, were in fact more than enough. Others could be used around the world, if and when help was required.
The group standing in a circle was noteworthy. There was no hierarchy, and all were equal. There was much deliberation until Marianna spoke out.
“I hear all you say and we are really blessed to have you with us on this mission. I am inclined to agree with you that a smaller force, as it were, could be more effective and less noticeable than over a hundred people on the move, however, we must take a certain number each and contact them. Do we have a definitive list of all those involved?”
An older, grey haired man called Malchior said, “I have the list. I’ll divide it up among you so that each of you can contact some of the group. Some have not made themselves known over the years, however, I reckon that the ones necessary have been reactivated now”.
Marianna added,” Will you ask them to be on standby and be with us in our energy fields, to hold the walls of protection around us as we move forward on our mission. Their job is crucial to our success”. All nodded in agreement.
Marianna was well pleased with this outcome. She and Adam had their share of the number of calls to make. They all agreed to reconvene at a meeting place in Rome in two days time. In the meantime, she was asked telepathically to seal all in with sound. Elijah had joined them on the etheric level.
Marianna began. Blessed as she was with her Christed Magdalenic voice, she tuned in to the voice in her heart and made her simple heart and soul sound.
“AAAAAAAAAAAh” - the beautiful stones of this tomb rang out in answer. They knew the voice of the Magdalene, the Mother, and the Goddess when they heard it, and they responded in kind, resonating and toning. A beautiful energy filled the tomb. They were all transported to the higher vibrations of existence. Taken to the presence of the Source and Great Spirit, and now they were all ONE on their quest. This gateway to the stars opened the pathways to their hearts and they were lifted up, embraced by the Divine, by Mother / Father God.
It reminded her of the Three Musketeers, ‘All for one and one for all’. “Nothing has changed”, she thought, since the days of Alexandre Dumas. She thought too on the song - ‘United we stand, Divided we fall’. These modern day muses were getting the messages out there. Now it was a time to bring their words into being.
‘Mission possible’ was underway, and they would move fast now. They had to stay ahead of the darkness looming in the background, and although they had managed to move around below the radar here in Egypt, as it were, that would most certainly change as they went to Rome where the M Key was hidden. The heat would be turned up, as a shiver went down her spine. Adam noticed, and at once, put his arm around her in an act of protection. Nothing and no one would harm the love of his life.
Chapter 18
Rome
When they had all left the Great Pyramid that night, they had left happily united in a bubble of safety and Love. A bond had been formed between the twelve Magdalenes, Adam and Marianna. It was good to have a group. It would help them infiltrate whatever it was that needed to be infiltrated, and allow them to use people that were not known to their devoted dark followers.
Flights were booked to Rome. They travelled in two’s and three’s on different flights and at different times, all agreed to meet up at a church, the Santa Maria Maggiore, in one of the clerical meeting rooms at the back. There they would formulate the way forward and the route to the M Key. Two had gone to Paris to follow up on the people who had been following Adam and Marianna. They would see what they could dig up about them and take it forward to bring the situation to completion.
They were at the church, all had arrived, the appointed hour had arrived, 8.00 p.m. The church was now closed to all outsiders, however, the priest, a member of their group, had let them in.
Silvio, one of the Magdalenes, stood up and said, “The information we have is simple. The Magdalene Key artefacts are held in the vaults of the Vatican, overseen by the cardinal known as VM. It is held in a vault which will be very difficult to open and get in to”. There was a lot of muttering and discussion in the group. Adam called for quiet and asked Silvio to go on.
“We need to formulate a plan to get in and open it, we cannot be sure either that this information is the Truth. We may be being sent on a wild goose chase. However, it is the best and only information we have”.
More mutterings and discussion took place.
Adam called them to order. Anthony, an elder statesman of the group, stood up and spoke, “I regret to say that in my younger days I learned how to crack open safes. It may help when it comes to the vault, but what type is it, how can we find out the necessary details?”
He sat down and then Isabella, a soft quietly spoken soul spoke up, “My cousin has access. He goes in to check up and update some of the priest’s computers. I could ask him to find the necessary information”.
“Brilliant, Isabella”, Silvio said, “Do any more of you have contacts in the Vatican? Can we get floor plans etc.”? Some nodding was going on as another two put their hands up.
Maria said, “My cousin and my brother’s friend have access”.
So it went on, as one after the other checked in their interest. Gradually, they realised that among the twelve, they had every bit of access to the information they needed. All was indeed in Divine Right Order and they could commence planning. Instructions were fed out to all and they left agreeing to meet again in forty-eight hours. Same time, same place to report back to Adam and Marianna.
When they got back to their hotel Marianna threw herself on the bed. She closed her eyes and stretched. It was good to be drawing all the Magdalene strands together as suddenly, rather than just the two, Adam and herself. They were a total of fourteen. She admitted freely to Adam that this had concerned her a bit at first, as it was a lot of people and input to keep tabs on. However, now she saw the beauty of having a team of twelve working with them to retrieve the M key, Spirit was guiding and co-creating, she didn’t need to control or keep tabs on it. There were no egos involved, so they were all collaborating and co-operating. No competition, how refreshing. They hel
d only the Highest Good for All of Humanity in their sights - and that’s all that was on their agenda.
She relished the thought of a nice hot bath and invited him to join her. Adam laughed and did so with alacrity. He was pleased to see that a lot of the pressure that Marianna had felt seemed to have dissipated, and yet he knew there was a lot more still to come. Let’s just focus on the present moment, he thought, the love and the joy. Tomorrow can look after itself. He lay back in the warm water with his beloved. “How cool was this”? He thought. How much better can it get?
Chapter 19
Paris
Patrick and Wilma had gone back to Paris. They had been told that the people who were out to stop the unveiling of the M Key were gathering forces in the capital, and Adam and Marianna had delegated them the task of finding out more.
A certain body called MOPS, (Members of the Patriarchal Society) seemed to be behind most of this, or so they had been informed by one who should know. He, the informer, was part of a group that were trafficking people from the old Soviet Block. He had turned informant in return for immunity for his crime. The Surete were running him, and he was letting the Magdalenes in on a few of the secrets of this particularly dark group, as his Uncle was in the group. Unfortunate though the ‘MOPS’ name was, Pat knew that they were not mop heads. These people were ruthless killers, with no respect for life. Money and materialism being their God - and the denigration of women and children seemed to be at the top of their agenda.
Patrick booked himself and Wilma into the same hotel that Adam and Marianna had stayed. He knew the owner of the hotel and he could take advantage of the knowledge he had of the layout, with all escape routes memorised, if necessary.
He thought the best way forward was to get word to the traffickers that they were in the market for a slave for their home. Someone with no family to miss them or enquire after them. Someone that they could keep in captivity and use. They contacted their friend and he said he would tell his Uncle to arrange a meeting.
After this was done, Patrick and Wilma rested and prepared for the next step. They had their armour, bulletproof vests and guns. Magdalenes they were, but Spiritual Warriors also. Playing in today’s world, you needed to play them at their own game with similar ammunition. It was a regrettable necessity. They had both been teachers in their past lives until they had had their memories of the Ancient Order re-activated. It hadn’t taken them long to find each other and to get involved in this mission. They had been awaiting the arrival of Marianna in particular, though the bonus of Adam had been a surprise. They were pleased at the balanced effort now being made. It wouldn’t be long until the Voice of the Magdalenes returned and sang out overall.
They went to bed and rose early, awakened by the phone at the bedside loudly announcing their informant’s voice, as he spoke of a meeting with the people in question regarding a slave.
Chapter 20
Mid-day at the Café Henri in Montmartre
Sebastian was there, feeling highly suspicious of a couple wanting a slave. Where had they heard of his ‘service’? It was not normal that fairly average people would be interested in something like this. He dealt mostly with pimps and sexual deviants, and yet you never knew these days. What was normal anyway? Sebastian was thinking all this over when a very meek and mild woman came over to ask him if he were Monsieur De Montfort.
As he affirmed he was, she was joined by Patrick and the two sat at his table ordered tea and then he began to ask the questions.
“I am not sure what you mean by a ‘slave’. My business is above board, I can hire you a housekeeper, albeit a live in one”. He paused,” how much are you willing to pay? Unfortunately this person probably will not be able to speak English or French as you require, however, basic housework is pretty much the same wherever you are”. He stopped looking at the odd couple in front of him. He hurried on, “I will have to have you checked out, of course”.
“Ah, no monsieur”, Patrick spoke up, “ we know, as do you, that we are engaged in a sub normal society activity, and just as I would not dream of checking you out, so too we would require to remain anonymous. To be frank, our initial enquiry is a bit of a ruse. We are actually research scientists who need access to bodies, live ones, to test certain drugs for our pharmaceutical masters. This is highly delicate and secret work do you understand, and would not bear scrutiny. If you can provide the bodies, we will simply pay you and move on. Ask us no questions and we will tell you no lies”.
Sebastian was quite aback taken. Never in a month of Sundays would he have thought that this pair, quiet, studious and reverent looking people, would have a finger in such a dangerous pie.
He leant forward and lowering his voice, he simply said. “We have much to discuss”. The three heads seemed to merge and go down as whispered words were spoken and murmured. The pair wrote down various instructions took their leave and left, leaving him to pay the bill.
Chapter 21
A few days later
As Marianna and Adam slept the sleep of the satiated and contented, the forces of darkness were having a meeting. VM had called together all interested parties, including the De Montfort boy, and various aides and policemen that were in the know regarding their human trafficking activities.
He started off by welcoming all to his humble abode in the Vatican, as they all seemed to be crammed into the small space of his underground office.
VM cleared his throat, “It is possible that this woman, Marianna, and her partner Adam, are going to pose us a problem. So far, we have had little surveillance and some fairly inept interaction with her. They are beginning to join forces with others and they could present us with a serious problem.
The time for faffing about is frankly, over. I require them to be taken out, the sooner the better, as we cannot allow her access to any of our information here. It would expose our very lucrative business to the world, not to mention the information I have held here on a certain subject. It is highly sensitive. It will affect humanity greatly, and the last thing we want, is people becoming aware of who and what they are and why they are here, never mind taking their power back”.
I have absolute agreement on this from many senior members of governments and unseen groups around the world. Therefore, what may seem like a minor irritation has the undoubted power to disrupt us greatly. Who is doing what about it all”? VM turned and looked directly at Sebastian De Montfort.
Looking greatly uncomfortable, Sebastian spoke, “well, we have them under surveillance. I have to say that I didn’t rate them quite as highly as you VM, as a security risk however, I totally accept that they need to be eliminated before they attempt any further disruption of our business”.
There were coughs and shifting about in chairs as the obvious was stated and it was clear more was expected than this.
Sebastian continued, “As you know we store our records here amongst many other more highly sensitive things. Interpol have been trying to move in on us for years. However, we have failsafe methods of testing ‘new friends’ who appear to be offering their help and devotion. That is always treated with great distrust and scepticism. So gentlemen, it is not easy to get through our defences”.
VM didn’t look overly impressed with this assertion as he was well aware of the fiasco at Bugarach, and had Sebastian down as a good talker, but short on coming up with the goods, unlike his father who had been a stalwart for decades. But now, unfortunately, he had lost his bottle, and VM knew that in the fullness of time, De Montfort senior would go the way of many who had served and been retired in a very final way.
VM asked that they all increased their vigilance until the immediate isolation and elimination of the young couple was achieved. He was going to increase security within the walls of the Vatican and he warned Sebastian that he had better vet anyone and everyone who came to him with proposals even more thoroughly than the usual. VM was thanking them all for co
ming, said he would let them all know when the imminent threat had been eliminated, and they all drifted away to their various departments, offices, police stations etc.
The moment VM talked about unusual proposals, Sebastian immediately thought of the couple who had appeared the other day with their obscure and very different request. He could feel his stomach going dull with a peculiar feeling. He suddenly knew that he had divulged a lot of details to these people and he knew little or nothing about them. They now knew a lot about his operation, and were making plans to take delivery of living bodies shortly for scientific tests.
Sebastian had to get out of the room and quickly, in order to fix this error. If VM got the slightest hint that there had been a leak, then he was in the shit.
As soon as the meeting was over he was out of the Vatican like a bat out of hell, on his mobile to his centre in Paris. It was too late. His aide told him that there had been a raid only one hour earlier on their warehouse . He had escaped but most of the gang had been arrested and a lot of ‘cargo’ seized and taken to police safe houses. There was an open search for him, Sebastian De Montfort, and not only were the Surete on the case, but Interpol too.
His aide suggested that he should lie low and find somewhere in Rome to stay without surfacing until further notice. He would keep him posted as to what was going down through moles in the police. They were not sure if the police knew of De Montfort Senior’s involvement. It depended on how well the guys held off the questioning. As long as none of them caved in, they were safe. His father had left the country and their home was being closed up as they spoke.
It seemed that there had been information given to Inspector Germaine of the Surete by two pillars of society. It had exposed the whole set up, at least their part of it, and there was nothing any of his paid police could do to stop it.
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