The Magic of the Magdalene Key

by Patricia Iris Kerins

  They rolled up outside an old fashioned building with the names on a brass plaque outside. Victoir and Misieux looked like a very conservative establishment. Just how they would react to a dishevelled stranger arriving with a trolley full of gold heaven alone knew.

  Adam disappeared into the dark building and Marianna waited in the car content to snooze, and catch up on some rest, as it had been an emotional roller coaster so far without much let up. Her life in the last week had taken on a level of excitement that she was far from used to - and not all of it good. In what seemed like no time at all, Adam was back, getting into the car and smiling broadly. “They gave me a code to use so that I can withdraw money anywhere I need it, from any bank in any city. I told them there was no point in doing anything if it meant cards and posting things out, however, they seemed to know. We would seem to have an amazing amount of money now in credit, so we are financially abundant and ready to go on our quest”!

  “Fantastic”, Marianna smiled across at him. “Let’s go, Andiamo”!

  Chapter 15

  Theresa

  The shed was dark and damp, its sound was one of sniffling tears and whimpering and a stunned silence on another level.

  Theresa could smell an array of ghastly smells around her. First, there was the smell of stale sweat emanating from many bodies crammed into a small space with little air circulating. She could smell the faeces, the urine that had had to be expressed no matter how embarrassed they were at the situation. The stink was unbelievably high.

  A young 9 or 10 year old boy was cuddling into her. She was offering what comfort she could to this youngster, destined for she knew not what, but could make a guess. Someone’s son, someone’s brother and grandchild, were taken from a far off country to meet the appetites of the underbelly of society. This underbelly often manifested in the upper echelons of society.

  She couldn’t bear to think of it. As she looked around, she saw so many faces. Women mostly, coming to this country, the UK, thinking that they would be better off. They would earn enough to send back to their families in the old country. When they had paid out their original travel stake, they didn’t think for a moment that they would be treated like cattle and herded about, with little food or water, if any.

  She wondered if this was any better than the way the Nazis had treated the Jews. She thought not. What a mistake she had made. This wouldn’t help anyone, least of all her, prostituting yourself in whatever way. The men who were running the show were obviously some kind of Eastern bloc mafia. They were hard. They had no time for women. Life was cheap, and they would kill you as soon as look at you. It was easier to play small, as inconspicuous as possible, in the hope that you could get by without attracting attention.

  Theresa was a good-looking woman of about 21, and already they had ear marked her for higher things. She would have it all, they laughingly reassured her. The young boy was heading for some kind of Porn ring who wanted to use him for their photographic purposes, or so they told him. This, or something worse. They jeered and goaded. They were all their prisoners to do with what they would. That had become abundantly clear after the money was handed over, and they were shoved into the transit vans. She couldn’t contemplate what might happen to Michaela. She just couldn’t go there in her mind. This young boy, this dear, dear boy, looking up at her with eyes so brown, so deep.

  What had they ever done in their lifetimes to warrant treatment like this? Was it paying back for something in the history of their country, and yet, all her family had been really hard workers. They worked hard and earned a good living, and yet, when they saw the West and all it stood for on TV, they realised the Western people were the ‘haves’ and they were the ‘have nots’.

  They had mostly all got a TV now. Her family had been one of the last, but now they could see what was happening around the world. They saw how it was in the UK, USA and parts of Europe. These countries had it all - Coca Cola, make up, and clothes of all kinds. There was glamour, a celebrity image that they had never seen. People in the West were rich with so many things. Cars and huge houses. She had been seduced by it all. They made out that it was easy to attain this status. All you needed to be was good looking, have a good figure, big breasts and you could be rich. It seemed simple, so why not try? Why not pay for a chance?

  She could hear the rain outside. She reckoned they had been in the suburbs of Paris for 2 days. They had been given a little food and water. It would seem that today was a big day. They were to be selected, sold off to the highest bidder. Their bodies, a commodity, to be used for the satisfaction of the good, the bad and the ugly. Theresa reckoned there were about 30 of them to be sold in total - like lambs to the slaughter.

  The gates of their cells were being drawn back, a grating sound against the concrete. The young boy clung ever closer to her, however, they were all told to stand up and she had to push him away from her as she struggled to get to her feet.

  She was 5’9, tall, slim, with a good figure, strong features and a cascade of dark brown hair.

  The men came in and, last but not least, an older man, wearing many gold rings and a coat over his shoulders with a velvet collar. He was very stylish and very rich. He was called De Montfort. He came up alongside each and every one, looking them over, the way you look over a horse in the paddock. He paused in front of Theresa and turned and nodded to their guards. She had obviously been selected as someone who would work for him.

  Theresa was relieved. A man as old as he was would probably want her as a cleaner or a maid for his household. She watched as Michaela and another little boy were led away by big brutes of men. Michaela kept turning and looking back at her. “You are on your own little one”. She felt her breaking heart send this message out to the boy and he faintly smiled.

  De Montfort sat in his car and issued orders over the telephone to have the woman taken to his small flat in the city. They were to have her cleaned up, fed and dressed with some new clothes and be ready for his arrival the following day. He was relishing the thought of having this woman as his personal slave.

  They would do some role-play and really get his pecker up. He had found that a difficulty of late as he got older. Nothing a few pills couldn’t sort out, and he would use her and use her. She would know that she had been shagged. That was for sure. He felt himself stir as he thought about her. “Still life in the old dog yet” he smiled to himself.

  Sebastian was sure that his father had not sampled the trafficked goods for a long time, so he was surprised when he saw his car parked at the transit point. He could see various bodies being taken away and he noticed the woman being taken by his father’s bodyguard into another car. He assumed that they would be headed for his father’s ‘pied a terre’ in town. He smiled to himself. He wondered how, after all those years, his dear Mother never suspected a thing. Maybe she did, he mused. Maybe it made her life a lot easier, as he suspected, there hadn’t been a lot of love lost between them for many a year.

  He tapped on the window of his father’s car. He greeted his father with a sneering smile. His father jumped in fairly quickly. “Well, how are your efforts going with the Marianna woman? Have you sorted our little problem yet”?

  “Not quite yet”, he said. “However, I am nearly there. They are on their way back to Paris, and we will finish things off there”. Sebastian knew this to be an outright lie. But it didn’t really matter much. His father wouldn’t be the one to sort it. It would be him, and when the Boss asked what was happening, it would be his neck on the line. There had however been no calls from Rome for a day or two, so they he couldn’t be overly concerned. How wrong could he be?

  Chapter 16

  The Big Boss

  In Rome, the black Mercedes belonging to those and such as those, swept up to the doors of the Vatican, letting Cardinals and Priests in and out all day long. Wearing their black shades they cut a pretty sight, like gangsters in drag, as their robe
s buffeted and billowed in the breeze. The place was heaving with tourists, bread and butter to the daily ripping off of the guilty and ashamed, as they sought forgiveness from the unseen.

  Vincenzo Matreio was one such be-robed and shaded individual. There he was, rolling up in his black Mercedes to go to his usual place of work in the bowels of the quiet, cool and calm offices beneath the Vatican itself. There were rows and rows of archived materials, records, scrolls and many artefacts, from the days of the early church, literally buried here. None saw the light of day. Few knew anything about them, and none were allowed to discuss what content may or may not be held here.

  VM, as he was affectionately referred to by his staff, also had a secret safe store with 5ft thick doors that were alarmed. Nobody knew what was held there, however, the job of looking after the valuables had been passed down over the centuries to very trusted Vatican officials of the highest level possible.

  VM being the only one, the only eyes to view and keep in good order the contents of the safe. Not that he looked in often, just occasionally, to reassure himself that it was there, intact and safe.

  He sat down at his desk and took a few papers from the tray marked ‘IN’ in big bold type. He quickly sorted through them, made a few notes on each and then pressed the buzzer for his aide who appeared like a silent wraith beside him in moments. VM briefed him on what to do with the papers and then the man was gone, quietly and seamlessly. Everything was as usual peaceful and calm.

  The phone rang, he lifted the receiver, and VM heard the rather excited tones of Sebastian De Montfort speaking from France. He spoke for some time, when he could get a word in, VM gave him instructions as to how to proceed with his problem, assuring him that help would be on its way.

  He replaced the phone, and had to acknowledge the gnawing feeling in his gut, that although Sebastian was making rather light of a possible breach to their secure little world, he instinctually felt that this whole situation had the potential to really rock the boat here. He must be seriously vigilant and build up the security staffing levels, and make contact with the various policemen that he had on his books - and in his pocket. Not just in Rome, but also worldwide.

  This situation must be contained, or the consequent exposure could be catastrophic for the last of his Church, such as it was. And that wasn’t a lot. After the last Pope had died, they had been unable to find a suitable replacement. They were all relatively younger men. There was no one ready to die within 10 years of office. Frailty and vulnerability were keys to the situation, so that the incumbent could be manipulated and controlled. So a Pope-less church faltered on, with little or no monies coming in from a dis-affected worldwide population. The only saving grace seemed to be an emergence of Christianity in the unstable and volatile Middle East and Africa.

  Things had been brought to a head of course, by the Irish Catholic Priests standing up and demanding the end to celibacy and the prohibition of women in the upper echelons of the hierarchy.

  Even though only 33% of them had done so, it had brought matters out into the open once and for all. The church as it was - was no longer sustainable. Disquiet amongst those and such as those in a position of power within the hallowed walls was kept ‘sotto voce’, so that the masses were unaware of any ill effects. Above all, a front must be maintained that all is/was well. Such was the vastness of their wealth, the latter had little or no effect, however, it didn’t sit well with the hierarchy, the silent, unseen ones behind the church.

  VM lifted the phone. First, to brief his aide on the jobs to be done regarding the security levels etc., and then he phoned one of the hierarchy, to brief him about this possible insurgence. It was received calmly, flicked away almost like an annoying fly settling on a table. Perhaps that’s all it was. VM felt better, his stomach settled.

  Sebastian replaced the receiver. He had checked in. He had thought it best to keep the senior man posted on all of this. It spread the responsibility, his father really didn’t count any longer. Now he would get in touch with his men to find out where this tiresome woman and her friend were and what exactly they were up to now. Pains in the ass he thought.

  Chapter 17

  Cairo

  They sat in the plane. They had been lucky, and picked up two seats for Cairo the following day. This had allowed them a quiet romantic evening together discussing all that happened so far, and where they were going. Adam and Marianna had been to Cairo before on separate occasions, however, this was a new joint mission and they had a purpose like none they had had before.

  Their evening had been delicious. They ate a beautiful meal, as the French do so well, followed by a cappuccino and then they had retired to their room.

  Marianna had gone into the toilet straight away, aware that she was feeling shy. Taking this room together was a big step. She knew in her heart that Adam was the one for her, but at the same time, it was a long time since she had shared her body with anyone. She felt nervous and self-conscious.

  Adam was aware of this deep shyness in her. By the time he had showered and come out, Marianna was, he reckoned, pretending to be asleep in the bed. He slipped in beside her, put his arm around her and then, slowly he began to kiss her. She responded gradually as he touched her gently, finding all her erogenous zones. Like a flower opening up to entice the bee with its perfume, she began to explore his body with her hands and tongue. He responded, sought every crevice of her lithe body with his tongue then made gentle yet complete love to her. They rose to orgasm together, as one Divine Harmonious Soul in ecstatic song. They fell back, spent, yet transported in complete love and safety. Tenderness and pure passion present in the Oneness.

  There was a deep love there for both of them, and in every way, they felt satiated and contented. No longer young pups, out for the short sexual game, their love was now at the beginning of a long term, heart and soul directed interdependent relationship. They both looked forward to their lives together and how it would unfold. They felt at home now with each other. Blending like the yin and yang of the sacred marriage.

  They landed safely in Cairo and picked up their luggage. The airport was buzzing and very hot. They didn’t notice any undue attention from anyone, and only once did Marianna’s skin ripple with an energetic sensation as she saw a man with dark glasses looking over at them from the other side of the conveyer belt. Adam followed her gaze. He tensed and then relaxed. He suddenly realised he was receiving a telepathic message from the man.

  “I am Borono. I am with Elijah. I am here to connect with you. Please follow me as I escort you to your hotel and then on to our place of gathering”.

  They followed Mr B as Adam had dubbed him, and got into a taxi and were perilously driven through the streets of Cairo. Not for the faint hearted, as there were many ‘lanes’, if they could be described as that, with lots of cars, vans and donkeys pulling carts mingling into one. Speed and a total irreverence for the safety of themselves or anyone else for that matter, was it seemed, the essence of travelling the streets and roads in Cairo. Chaos of a kind and yet order ruled. Their driver weaved in and out. The dust, the heat, the sights and smells of Cairo rose to greet their nostrils and in the distance, the pyramids looming above this 18 million strong hive of humanity.

  The car drew up in front of a fairly plain hotel, however, it had lovely gardens, and there were little cabins, in geometric rows in the gardens. This is where they were staying. Mr B, leaving them to get cleaned up, said he would be back by 4.00 p.m. to take them to a meeting.

  They both showered and changed and had a light bite of lunch before relaxing and chatting over coffee.” What kind of meeting is this I wonder?” she mused as she sipped her coffee. “Perhaps they are already Magdalenes here who have grouped together. Yes, that is what it is. This is a readymade group of helpers. People who have had their M Key activated and are already working for the Light. Adam mulled the statement over before answering.

  �
��You think that the M Key is something inside them then - like an implant?”

  “It is a fair assumption, that we are all coded, and those who are ready, at the right stage in their development, are activated to go out as Love and Light workers”, Marianna replied. She had put her knowing forward as a suggestion. By far the best approach she had learned over the years. She also knew that she had already been activated during her time in Chartres.

  Mr B came up to their table and told them that he was a bit early, however, the meeting had been brought forward because of the urgency of the situation. They had been instructed to expedite matters and get to the meeting place soonest.

  They climbed in his car and the driver took off once again. This time they drew into the car park on the edge of the entrance to the Great Pyramid at Giza. As they got out, Mr B ran ahead to speak to the guide who was seeing to the tourists in that area. Money, and quite a lot of it, exchanged hands. Much gesticulating and chatter took place between the Egyptians as the two Europeans looked on.

  Adam and Marianna were astounded by the size of the Pyramid. Even though they had visited before, they were still awestruck at the sheer size of this amazing building and its proximity to the city. As Cairo had grown, it had embraced the Pyramids into its heart.

  The Great Pyramid is surrounded by sand and white stones. It wasn’t easy underfoot. They picked their way across and climbed up to the door where the two men were speaking, and had finally agreed on a figure to secure solitary access to the tomb, which apparently was where the meeting would take place.

  Marianna was aware that they were being joined by quite a number of souls who simply smiled acknowledging each other. And then, when eventually the tourists had all gone out, no more were allowed in and the awaiting assembled group entered.