A man approached, a heavy smell of liquor accompanied him. In his right hand, a hypodermic needle was shakily being directed towards her. Out the corner of her eye, Marianna could see what was happening, and realised that this low life was intent in injecting her with something in a hypodermic and unless she did something really quickly, she was toast in this lifetime.
She closed her eyes tight and prayed, internally screamed for Archangel Michael, Most High, to come to her aid. In an instant, in the blink of an eye, he was there beside her. He dealt with the man summarily. He loped off with his hands between his legs yelping like an injured dog. He didn’t look back.
Michael removed the strip of tape across her face as painlessly as possible, eased her up and removed the ties behind her back.
“Beloved one, we need to spirit you away as quickly as possible. We will do it through the bi-location technique, except you are going to stay physically in the other location”. Michel smiled a grim smile. He instructed her further, “Think and focus 100 % on your hotel room. In a moment, you are going to destruct your molecular and cellular presence here, and then, with me at your side, you will recreate and reconstruct all of that in your hotel room. You will gather all your things together and go to Mario’s house (One of the Magdalenes) immediately and await further instruction”.
Marianna looked at him horrified, “I have never done anything as dramatic as that before, are you sure I would be able to do that? It sounds really far out”.
Archangel Michael smiled and took her hand and simply said, “Stay with me, dear heart, hold on and close your eyes”.
Marianna felt rather strange. Her eyes were firmly closed tight. She focussed with intent on seeing herself safe and back in the hotel room. She felt a funny sensation taking her over and then, in what seemed like only moments, she was in the hotel room. She could feel the deep carpet pile under her feet. She opened her eyes and looked at Michael. He was smiling at her.
“Now that is what I call alchemy with a capital A”, she tearfully smiled, reached up and kissed him. “Thank you so much Michael, I wouldn’t have made it without you. These people are really serious are they not? You called me Beloved One. Why would you do that”? She asked the last question as an afterthought, not really expecting a reply. Michael had gone, as usual, swiftly and with alacrity.
She started to gather things together in their cases as she hurriedly prepared to leave the hotel. She got in the car waiting her at the front door of the hotel, and it sped through the busy narrow and packed streets of Rome. However, in no time she was welcomed to Mario’s house and shown to a beautiful suite of rooms where she could await the arrival of Adam and Benito and the treasure they held in their possession. She would then bring all her mystical skills to bear as she activated this Magdalene Key.
This was the moment she had waited life times to do. She was excited and although shaken from her ordeal, she was ready to face the next step. Whatever that might entail, her soul was strong and ready.
Marianna’s thoughts drifted to Archangel Michael. She had thanked him so much for his timely interventions. He treated her like a child, in a way, and in his presence she certainly felt like that. He had sternly reminded her to summon him immediately when Adam returned, or if indeed anything untoward should happen again.
Marianna knew that she would be safe where she was. Her one lapse in mindful vigilance had been paid for by her discomfort and pain. However, she had learned the lesson. Message understood, lesson learned.
Chapter 27
Meanwhile, back at the Vatican
Adam and Benito were both tired and stiff having crouched down in this altar for many hours. Not least, Enrico needed the toilet and was making this fact more than evident to Adam who could only suggest that he hang on as much as possible.
A dark pall had descended on the Vatican and the great Hall they were in. All was quiet. It seemed that perhaps the frenetic activity that had been taking place for a while had quietened down, as they all waited for morning to recommence their search of the building. Lights had been extinguished. Benito’s torch was on its last battery legs, so they were using it very sparingly to save it for their big exit, which needed to take place soon.
Benito announced that if he didn’t relieve himself soon his bladder would simply burst and he would definitely die, so in the face of that, Adam smiled wryly and decided that they would move out. They edged along the dark wall of the hall, trying to disappear into its dank arms. They edged along quietly.
They could see the exit to the lifts and knew that the service lift couldn’t be far. Adam got the torch out to look at the map of where exactly it was situated, and where their help would be waiting. Would it be waiting though? After all, the hunt for them had been on for hours, so any assistance would have had to go for self-preservation reasons.
Adam thought long and hard. His gut was telling him that all help on the ground had gone, so he knew that the help that did exist was in the non-physical. He would use this if needs must, however, they would have a go at escaping right now. He could see from the map that the lift they sought was around the corner and down a hallway to the left. They edged along the wall making as little noise as possible.
The sound of a gun being cocked rent the air. They froze and turned. Two feet away from them a young policeman was standing, two hands on his gun pointing directly at them. He signalled to them to raise their arms and as he went to speak into his radio, Adam’s right leg shot out and up, hitting him in the jaw, he spun around. The gun left his grip and Adam and Enrico ran away towards their lift with the young man in pursuit. He was shouting at the top of his voice for assistance, and as they neared the lift they managed to get in, just, shutting the door in his face. They pressed the button for the basement. When the doors opened, a committee of police awaited them. The game, for the moment, was over.
The box with all its secrets was taken from Benito as he was pushed and shoved along the corridors and out the door. Unceremoniously, Adam was pushed into the police car headfirst and Benito who still hadn’t relieved himself followed on. He was in great discomfort and was telling the police this fact at great length, and seemingly to no avail. When they arrived in the Police station, he was taken immediately to a toilet and then brought back for the photographs and charging sequence. They were thrown in separate cells.
Adam was wondering if the time was right to send for some non- physical help to get themselves out of the predicament. Of course, no sooner had he thought this than Archangel Michael appeared and was sitting beside him on the bed in the gaol.
“They have the box”, Adam said in a dull hopeless voice.
“I know”, said Michael.
“What’s next? Do we come clean? Do we tell them what we believe to be in it, or what”?
“What you want is no longer in the box, Benito spirited it away and it is hidden in the toilet, he took out the piece we need, and all you need to do is get into that place and remove it”. Michael smiled.
“This sounds more like a job for you Michael, you have the ability to go wherever and whenever, so, with you on the team, we can’t fail”, Adam put a hand on Michael’s arm in a gesture of brotherly love.
“Are you requesting me to do this for I will do your bidding”, he asked.
“Yes, of course, get it and take it to Marianna. We will need to await lawyers to get us bailed out. That will take time. Time is of the essence, so do this for us.
The police will not know what should be in the box, the content is known only to the Vatican and this VM character, he is the only one who will know that the contents have been diminished in any way”.
Adam felt strong and decisive in this. He knew that they would get out in time. Meanwhile, the job of activating the Voice of the Magdalene would be happening out with anyone’s control. He felt really good about this and turned to say as much to Michael, who, of course, had exit
ed without trace, leaving behind only a tiny trace of sparkly fairy dust. Adam simply couldn’t get used to that. “Amazing”, he said out loud, “simply amazing”.
Chapter 28
VM – revisited
VM sat at his desk, twisting the gold ring around his left pinky which had the insignia of the MOPS group engraved on it. He was feeling calmer now, reassured that the two thieves were being followed by his trusty Giovanni. They would soon lead him to the treasure and they could recover it and restore it to its rightful place.
The phone on his desk rang. It seemed even more shrilly than usual, or was it just that his stress increased his sensitivity to the noise? He picked up the phone. The voice at the other end was low and deep. VM nodded, agreed and reassured, and in so many ways grovelled, as the ultimate leader of the group told him exactly what would happen to him, and his band of idiots, if the box was not restored to its rightful place - and by tonight. Retirement of the terminal kind would be his, no pension no pleasantries, just a Spartan funeral.
Chapter 29
Archangel Michael
Archangel Michael, Most High, Illumined being of Light, zoomed into the toilet, retrieved the hidden pouch and placed it in his garments, and then flew direct to Marianna, who was resting in her room.
He was the messenger. He was not sure if this pouch contained the secret code or whatever was required. However, he knew that he needed to get this job done as quickly as possible. He also had to get word to the other Magdalenes to start procedures to get Adam and Benito out of jail.
He announced his arrival to Marianna by simply thumping down on the floor beside her as she sat meditating. (She had taken the opportunity to listen to a beautiful, relaxing and grounding, visualisation CD prepared by her Soul Coach and Mentor specifically to meet her needs). She brought all her awareness back into her room with a start and looked up at his mighty presence.
“Here is the pouch Marianna. I need to go now and advise the Magdalenes of Adam’s predicament. They need to get him and Benito released from custody as soon as possible. The piece you need is in the pouch we removed from the box”.
Archangel Michael took off at high speed and Marianna sat holding this beautiful little pouch in her hands. She allowed it to nestle there. She could feel a distinct and beautiful energy pulsating within it almost like a heart beating. There was no doubt that whatever resided in this pouch was either a code itself or the important key to its release for all humanity.
She sometimes felt that she had become a meditation junky as she loved it so much. However, there were times when nothing else would suffice - to connect with the deepest knowledge, understanding and wisdom of her soul and its purpose. That was the only place to go, her inner landscape, - to live and exist in.
She closed her eyes, held the pouch to her heart, steadied, and deepened her breathing. She put her roots down and connected to the Source, Mother/ Father God. They knew the answers to All. She was about to tune in and be given whatever she needed to take this journey to its ultimate conclusion - the restoration and resurrection of the Divine Feminine on the planet at this time.
She was excited, fully aware of thoughts entering in, so she took time to calm and empty her mind of all thoughts. As she got out of her own way, she could feel the calmness descend like a cloud around her. She was safe, secure and filled with the Christ Consciousness. She too was a Christed One, as are all of humanity - if they would only remember. “They will - they will”, a beautiful voice faintly repeated in her head.
The thoughts faded and she felt herself become like a string of pearls extending from the far reaches of the Universe and planets to the centre of Mother Earth. Strung out like sparkling beads, each pearl responded by glinting and gleaming in the sunshine of her observation.
She was aware that all around her, this golden joyous Goddess energy, which was playful and loving, was inviting her to enter into her heart centre, which she gladly did. There was such a feeling of love and support there. A feeling of strength, loving acceptance and wisdom. The wisdom of the ages, and sages, all her ancestral inheritance, which she knew had been healed at a cellular, molecular and soulular level in her being. How wonderful to enter in.
She could go where no other entity in this, or any other world could go, deep into the inner temple of her being. Her heart was warm and it lovingly responded to her presence by enveloping her in unconditional love of the highest calibre and vibration.
She noticed, as the golden doors closed behind her, that all her beautiful guides, Angels, Archangels, Ascended Masters and her Galactic guides were present. She smiled at each one in turn, Yeshua, Mother Mary, Mary Magdalene, Elijah, Ezekiel, Kuthumi, Isis and Brigit.
How beautiful and true they all were and are. They indicated to her that she should seat herself at the round table, where all are equal and one. The beautiful crystal at the centre of the table glowed and glistened as it pulsated. They all held hands. Marianna was seated between Elijah and Isis, and felt the strength of their connection through their hands, as the level of energy being generated and circulated increased and increased. She thought she might burn up from the heat. She had no sooner thought the thought than the heat seemed to calm down.
“I have a quest my beloved ones”, she said to her team. “I have the pouch of the Divine Feminine within my possession. However, I seek help to decipher that which I need to know from its contents. I need your help, for you are the originators of the content”.
Marianna took the pouch from her gown and pulled out the contents, item by item, displaying them on the table. A white feather, a white rose, a small book with a heart embossed on the front.
Mary Magdalene smiled over to her, “ah yes, my bundle from so many years ago, dear heart. I used to save my significant familiars in that pouch. It was my little medicine bag. I used the feather to smooth down the aura, the energetic fields of those I healed. It is a feather from the wings of Archangel Gabriel Most High. She was with me so much of the time I spent on Earth and she often left signs. They were little gifts for me to reassure me of her presence.
I used the essence of the white rose to smooth the senses and calm the anxieties and worries of myself and all those in need as and when I /we needed it, because times were turbulent and challenging, with all that Yeshua went through. The power of the simple essence of this flower is little understood on earth”.
“What of the book, Mary”, Marianna asked.
“Within the book is the heart of the matter, the key. It will direct you to where the secret of the Divine Feminine is held”. Mary said smiling lightly.
“Thank you Mary, I will search the book for the clues and will bring it forward. May I come back to you if I do not at first grasp the code?”
Mary smiled graciously, “of course, dear heart, of course. This needs to be shared in accordance with your times, as so much has evolved since the days when Yeshua and I last walked the Earth. You need to bring your unique voice to the key code so that it may be understood”.
Marianna stood up from the table and thanked each and every one of the gathered group. She floated up from her meditative state and out of her heart centre. She took her time to come back into her own dimension and into her physical body. Now was her time, to bring all her skills and talents to bear to seek the Truth within this little book.
Marianna fully returned to the room she was in and grounded herself back in her body. She washed her face and stamped her feet on the floor to ensure she was back in the present time and moment.
She looked at the pouch that AM had delivered to her and she shakily began to unpack it, because, even though her trust and faith was immense, this was a moment of TRUTH.
The feather came out and then the pressed and dried white rose. She held both of them to her heart. These had been held by the hands of her beloved Mary Magdalene and used by her. The importance of this situation was beginning to infuse her with
awe. She needed a reality check. She was handling artefacts from thousands of years ago. Could this be true?
Indeed it was, and she looked down and placed them on the cloth of the little side table she was using.
Then the little book came out. It had a lock on the side that looked very old, there was no key present. There was a heart embossed on the front of the book. It was clearly a notebook and not a written epistle of any kind. The paper between the hard exterior was ancient, discoloured and like a papyrus. It looked very unlike today’s modern papers.
She wondered how she would open it without damaging its contents. She tried the lock and to her infinite relief it opened. It had not been locked, as she had supposed.
The words were written in a foreign language, it looked like Hebrew to Marianna. She knew in an instant that she needed a trusted translator.
She carefully packed the items away again and ran from the room to locate her hosts, who were seated in the kitchen of the house. She told them of her plight, and they immediately told her that they would contact Virgil, one of the Magdalenes who could read Hebrew, as he was a scholar and academic. They phoned him and Marianna settled in to await Virgil’s arrival at the house.
Chapter 30
Virgil
Virgil was leaning over the page of the beautiful little book with Marianna and her hosts looking on. He seemed to have gone off into a world of his own. He looked up occasionally as if searching for Divine Intervention and Inspiration.
Finally, Virgil looked up at them all and announced, “It is challenging and difficult. It is indeed encoded and I need to take time to see if I can decipher that which is written”.
Marianna suggested that they retire and leave him to focus on his own and asked him to call them back downstairs if he had cracked the code. She wanted to give him space and room to breathe, rather than feeling unduly pressurised by their anxiety to get a quick result.
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