She replied, “That is very kind Uncle Charles. However, we are just taking a well-earned break here really. We will have to go back to London or Paris in a week or two to finalise things. This is just such a welcome gift of rest and recreation in the middle of a fairly taxing time”. Marianna tried to be as tactful and off putting as possible. Uncle Charles gazed across at her somewhat bemused.
“As you say then, R&R it is. But do shout if you need anything, anything at all. You know you can trust me to hold whatever you tell me in total confidence”.
Just as sweetly, Marianna smiled back, feeling Adam’s hand come over her hand out of sight of the dinner guests. It was a touch of reassurance and understanding. He was getting this negative feeling about Uncle Charles also. She relaxed.
Dinner seemed to go on for a long time until the men went through to the billiards and brandy, and the ladies went to the lounge to chat and gossip. Marianna didn’t enjoy either, so, when the time was right she slipped up to her room to catch some quiet moments and realign herself, after the disturbing talk with Uncle Charles.
Who was he? She wondered. How did he seem to know about what she was doing? What was he up to? She waited on Adam to come to the room, which he did about an hour later, ready for bed.
After a short debrief on the evening expressing their feelings about Uncle Charles not being all he seemed to be, exhaustion took them both over and they fell into a deep sleep in their beautiful bed with candles flickering at their bedside. Altogether, quite a mediaeval experience.
Chapter 37
Virgil in London
The professor looked from the manuscript to Virgil a few times before asking, “Where exactly did you get this? It is at least two thousand years old this paper. These symbols are well before the run of the mill hieroglyphics and symbols. It is, I feel, a musical symbol, a symbol of a certain note in a particular key”.
Virgil smiled, “yes, we feel that is so. I just need to know which one Professor for my thesis, and then I can return this paper to Rome, where it is housed in the vaults of the Vatican, secured forever for posterity”.
The Professor was writing and checking reference books to check and recheck his findings. He diligently wrote all results down and then gave the paper to Virgil.
“This is my finding and understanding, you may well wish to go and see Professor De Beney at the Sorbonne. However, I am confident that he would agree with me on this occasion”.
“Thank you so much for your time, Professor. I ask you to keep our business in confidence, as my thesis is not due out for another month or two, and I would like to keep all under wraps until then”. Virgil smiled as he delivered this request, although, deep down, he knew he had no real reason to hope that this man wouldn’t tell someone. Not necessarily anyone who could use the information. However, loose talk had always been a danger.
Virgil took his leave. The professor was magnanimous in his farewells and went back to his work after his visitor had left.
The hidden camera in the professor’s office swivelled around. Those who had been monitoring the interaction were frustrated, as try though they may, they couldn’t see what had been written on the piece of paper. And because the result hadn’t been voiced, they didn’t know what had been written down.
The elicit observers just needed to be able to report to their boss what had transpired, and there was no doubt that this guy had found what he was looking for, and the Boss wouldn’t be best pleased with that. The content was to be destroyed at all cost, and not reach the hands of those awaiting it in Scotland. At all costs they had been told - at all costs.
Virgil left the building and found his way to the nearest tube station. He must get to the station and get a train North as soon as he could. Marianna would be waiting and he knew it would be easier to get on a train than going through the bother of booking a flight etc. He arrived at Euston Station and scanned the boards.
He was totally aware that he was being followed. He had expected nothing less. The crowds seemed to swallow him up. He was adept at running circles around people, and he proceeded to do just that, as he went in and out of the toilets at different exits and entrances, and eventually managed to get to the train, fairly certain he had lost all the ‘clingons’.
The unfortunate thing for Virgil was that the ‘clingons’ knew where he was going. They were covering the airports, and as they knew his destination was Scotland they had already ensconced themselves on the train going north and were awaiting his arrival. He didn’t let them down. He passed by their windows in the first class section. They would pick him up later when he got off.
He sat in 2nd class, with a mother and her two children. They were fairly voluble and chatty. He had copied the note from the Professor. He needed some insurance that should something happen to him, then, at least the message would get through. He had a feeling, he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he felt instinctively that all was not well.
The mother had looked over a few times and smiled and offered him a sandwich from the large heap she had provided for her brood. He gratefully took one. They chatted. She was from Glasgow and had taken the children down to visit her sister and their family during the holidays. She told him where they lived, and about the lovely house they had, north of the city of Glasgow. Bearsden, she assured him, was a very desirable area to live within the commuter belt, which really suited her husband, who worked in the Merchant City of Glasgow.
After a while, Virgil plucked up the courage to give her the note, which he had placed in a sealed envelope addressed to Marianna at the Castle Buchan, and asked her if she would be good enough to post that for him, as he was having to rush immediately on arrival at his stop. He had decided to get off at Carlisle, to attend a meeting, and the information in the letter was needed next day. He gave her the money for a first class stamp. “Almost unheard of these days to post something snail mail”, she laughed, “I’ll make sure I get it done for you, no worries”.
He closed his eyes, secure in the knowledge that one way or another the message would be delivered and taken into the right hands. Even if he was taken out, and that, he was feeling more and more, was a distinct possibility, but then he had known, he had always known the risks of this endeavour.
Carlisle was announced as the next stop. He got up, grabbed his case, thanked the Glasgow mum once again for her kindness and stood ready to get off the train. He got off and walked down the platform. As he passed the first class carriage, the guys who had him on their radar saw him at the last moment, and, after a speedy exit from their carriage, trailed along behind him, intrigued that he should choose to disembark at this point. It didn’t really matter to them. As time wore on, they would have the benefit of the dark to hide their hideous purpose.
He hired a car and proceeded onto the M6 towards Glasgow as darkness was falling. Getting near the border, at Gretna Green, a car came alongside him, overtaking him, a thud made him slump forward onto the wheel, the bullet had entered his body ending his life instantly.
The car went out of control and smashed into the central barrier before careering off onto the verge and up the side of the motorway. It came to rest, lights angled up to the sky as Virgil’s spirit took leave of his physical body. He would still be able to help from the other side of the veil. He knew that it was not an issue. He was pleased with his work, and his guardian angels took him upward and onwards to the Light.
The car burst into flames. No other vehicle was involved. The police at first, didn’t realise they had a murder on their hands. They thought the poor guy had had a heart attack at the wheel, and it was fortunate that no one else had been involved. In days to come they discovered from the charred remains that a bullet had entered from the driver’s side and they began a fruitless murder enquiry. All culprits had long gone. There was no camera footage. There were no eyewitnesses or forensic evidence, except the embedded bullet. Yet another on-going po
intless investigation for Police Scotland to add to the growing numbers back at Head Quarters.
Chapter 38
The Waiting Game
Marianna was never good at a waiting game. Patience simply wasn’t her strong suit. She was getting mightily fed up with the fact that Virgil, despite having been in London for nearly a week, hadn’t been in touch.
She also knew that intuitively, she was in denial. She knew the worst at another level, but simply didn’t want to contemplate what she felt was a horrendous outcome for poor Virgil.
Although the rest and relaxation had been a welcome break, she realised that time was of the essence, and as yet, they were no further forward with the deciphering of those particular archaic symbols on the papyrus.
Bradford came into the lounge on the Friday morning, a week after their arrival, with an envelope for Marianna on the tray. Mystified, as she didn’t know who knew she was there in Buchan Castle, she took the letter off the silver platter.
She walked out into the conservatory where Adam was lounging, half dozing, half reading a book, feet up on a stool.
“This looks like Virgil’s writing”, she said. She ripped the envelope open and looked at the words therein. She held it to her heart. She heard the words, she breathed the words. They jumped out at her from the paper, and she knew. She understood it all now. The wonderful opportunities she had had, the many times to speak to groups, to sing and sound at events. The sheer simplicity of it all. She knew that she had been well programmed for this. She gave the letter to Adam so that he could see what it was that was sending her into another world at this moment. A world of cosmic clarity of sound.
Now she understood how and why opportunities had come to her to speak on radio and appear on TV. Her voice, and it’s complex unique signature sound, was encoded with the activation required for humanity at this time. The more who were affected and influenced by it, the more there would be to shift the frequency and calibration of the energy. Transformation Talk Radio served globally. Helping people to thrive - and it was extremely popular. For a few years now, Marianna had hosted her own show. Helping, healing, inspiring and motivating and through the dulcet tones, hidden messages and activations had undoubtedly helped the greater good to empower and go forward to new evolutionary structures and paradigms and ways of being that were simply awe inspiring to the casual onlooker. Women globally were standing up and out, to bring forward their amazing recipes for love through collaboration, co-operation and consensus.
This final part of the puzzle, this particular message would finally serve to get through to where, perhaps other efforts had failed, because this would cause the critical mass of thought and feeling to shift. Adam handed the paper back to her, looking at her with a question in his eyes.
He asked, “Is this meaningful to you? Are you sure this is the final part of the missing Key to the puzzle, The Magdalene Key to the Soul of Humanity and the route to the way forward”?.
She nodded, tears welling up in her eyes, as she realised the huge responsibility that had been given to her in Divine Trust. She could now go forward and deliver this, but first, she would have to destroy this piece of paper so that no one could steal it and begin to misuse its powerful information.
This was important. She trusted absolutely no one - except Adam, her Higher Guidance and the Magdalenes. She suddenly realised that excluded Uncle Charles, and for the first time, realised that this felt OK. It didn’t feel like a betrayal.
According to the note, all she had to do to totally accomplish her quest was to find the priest’s hole in this castle, where she would find the last piece of the puzzle. She had been intuitively guided to the right place, yet another miracle.
What she held in her hand was an answer, and yet, just this one final piece needed to be put in place, and then she would set her social media campaign into action. There were now more cell phones on the planet than people, which was an awesome thought. It was as if this network, this web, had become the nerve centre of the planet. She could potentially, through modern day technology, contact billions through APPS, newsfeeds and social media.
Uncle Charles had been as nice as nine pence since they arrived, and yet, her gut reported that something was not right. Intuitively and psychically, she felt that he had another agenda, as if he too was anxiously awaiting some development or other.
Chapter 39
The Priest’s Hole
Every Castle in Christendom apparently has a priest’s hole, where a priest could hide if uninvited guests rooting out wayward clerics came to call. They had been well-used places in mediaeval times. Right now, Adam and Marianna had to find the one in Buchan Castle and find it quick.
Marianna’s misgivings about Uncle Charles had been shared and well discussed with Adam, who concurred completely, and they had been very careful around him not to let any information leak out of their mouths about the Magdalene Key.
“For all the smarm and charm, I just feel there is an undercurrent. I hate to say this about a relative of yours, Marianna, but I feel he speaks with a forked tongue, and indeed is quite snake like in some ways. He creeps up on me, when I am least expecting him, as if he is trying to eavesdrop or get inside my head. He makes my head nip at times when I know he is psychically imposing himself on me. It is horrible”. Marianna nodded in agreement.
“We will need to question Bradford as to the whereabouts of this Priest’s hole then, or do you think there are plans for the Castle? It might be shown there.” She walked towards the window where she observed her Uncle down on the lawn looking up at their apartments. She was beginning to get a feeling of being watched all the time. Could they trust Bradford? She doubted it.
“Let’s feign interest and ask for a comprehensive tour of the Castle and see if we are told about the place. It has got to be worth a try”.
They smiled at each other. It was a good idea. A hug and a cuddle never went amiss, and it didn’t on this occasion either.
After a moment of solace in each other’s arms, Marianna ceremoniously burned the note from Virgil in an ashtray. The message had been digested, and she didn’t want anyone else discovering it.
She stood, watching the flames rise up to consume the paper. They subsided, and she turned to Adam, “I do feel tired. It is as if my energy is being zapped by something or someone, any ideas?” Marianna asked Adam. She looked up at him awaiting his opinion.
“Well, my experience is, when you are fretting about a situation, you are sending it a lot of energy, kind of leaking energy to it, so best to observe in an objective way. Archangel Michael, highest of the high, could help you with that”.
Thud! Right behind them, Archangel Michael appeared. He was looking quite serious. However, he immediately began to cut cords and sever ties and remove hooks from both of their energy fields. The other end of these things couldn’t be seen, however, Michael assured them that a lot were to do with the scenario they were involved in, but also a web was or had been woven around them to try and block progress. It was a web of malevolent thought forms coming from, he was sorry to report, Uncle Charles and his friends.
Marianna was stunned. She just couldn’t believe that this man who had seemingly loved and supported her all her life could turn out to be bent. However, bent he was, and in a big way. And who exactly were his friends? What did Michael mean?
Michael was healing and reweaving the holes in their auric fields. “We will place an impenetrable force field around you now. He will not be able to enter in or in any way detract from your energy. Psychic vampires come in many shapes and sizes, and regrettably, he is one such toxic thing”.
“You must be careful”, Michael said, “you have been given a time of peace to collect yourself, however, the malevolent forces are out there. They are not ready to acquiesce in any way whatsoever. They do not want you to uncover the morass of evil that has been underway in the underbelly of the so-called up
per echelons of society. All integrity and dishonesty must, and will be uncovered. Your job continues. I am, as ever, at your command, dearest hearts, brother and sister of mine”. He smiled and then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, he deftly disappeared.
Marianna and Adam looked at each other, both feeling much restored and energies up again ready to get started on the next chapter as it unfolded.
Chapter 40
A Tour
Marianna and Adam found Bradford in the kitchen of the great castle. They explained how they would just love a tour of the older parts of the castle. Could he do that, or could he suggest another member of staff who would know enough to show them around?
Alfred, the chauffeur /odd job man, was summoned and instructed to take the couple on a tour of the older parts of the beautiful castle. Alfred was in his eighties. He walked slowly with great dignity and yet a subservient presence.
Alfred knew his place, which was one of silent service to this current owner of the castle. However, he had been there for decades, and had served many Royals, although distant ones in terms of connection to the Queen. He was well aware of the cache that was his as one of the original members of staff who had served the Duke of Buchan.
Now here he was, with, what he thought, was a fatuous sham of a family, headed up by a businessman of dubious background. Alfred had no real sense of where their money came from, although he felt he had a few good ideas, and none of them were worth repeating. He served. He only had a few years left until he hung up his chauffeur’s hat for the last time, and would return to the village of his birth to live the remainder of his life in peace and quiet.
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