The Magic of the Magdalene Key

by Patricia Iris Kerins

  He took the young couple through the parts of the castle that were not normally open to anyone. He felt quite proud and proprietorial, smiling to himself he mused, although he was not in the same league as Mrs Danvers with Mandalay.

  He had no particular attachment, just a wistful nostalgia, as he led them through various rooms no longer used. Dustcovers and closed curtains meant that the light of day never shone in these rooms, and then he took them even further into parts where there were no furnishings, just bare stone, where once tapestries had hung to cover the cold walls. It was here that he pointed out various curious details and, lo and behold, one of them was the priest’s hole. He explained how that had come to be and how it had been used.

  Marianna and Adam tried to keep their heightened interest under wraps, making mental notes as to where exactly this cupboard was sited, so that they could return later in the night to retrieve their treasure.

  Alfred noted that it was almost with undue haste, after they had seen that part of the castle that the couple decided to return for some lunch to the main part and the dining room. It was as if they needed to get away and quick.

  Alfred tolerantly took them back the way they had come. The young tire easily these days. Their interest, seemingly so intense, had suddenly dissolved very quickly. No one knew this castle like the back of his hand as he did. Not even Charles Hampton the current owner. Alfred smiled to himself. He knew the secrets of this building as no other.

  Chapter 41

  Night time adventure

  Adam and Marianna enjoyed a light lunch and then hurried to their room. They sketched out as much as they could remember between them as to how to get back to the Priest’s hole, and Marianna gathered some candles together ready for their nighttime adventure.

  Uncle Charles had not joined them at lunch and Marianna was now picking up psychically that he was very suspicious of them and what they were doing. He had gone out, to Glasgow. She felt that he was meeting with someone and plans were afoot. She switched off to his energy, not wanting to draw his negative toxic energies her way.

  As they hadn’t meditated that day, they decided to sit down and tune into the energies. Very quickly, Yeshua and Mary Magdalene came into their visualisation and relayed new messages to both.

  Yeshua spoke in waves of beautiful words that shifted their energetic frequencies as they listened.

  “There is the emergence of a new humanity with conscious awareness, switched on to self-evolution, programmed with sound codes. There is an inevitability of upward calibration and movement to a higher ground with integrity and honesty restored and rebirthed. This is a collective shift. It involves humanity harnessing inner power. It is like a benign viral explosion, as individuals affect each other positively with their new found purpose and passion. Small groups gathering together to cause positive ’peace pods’ of renewed energy and an understanding of their inherent oneness with one another.

  There needs to be education about how people can be involved. They need to understand the uniqueness of the moment and the bond they all share in the evolution of mankind, and the planet they live on. This is the generation who will have the fate of humanity in their hands. Do they see this?

  The choice is: stay on the slippery slope to destruction and extinction, or change or shift to a higher ground. Resurrect Truth, LOVE and Peace for all. Equality for all and a deep awareness of the living loving planet they live on, sharing it with the wise ones, the animals, the flora and the fauna”.

  Jesus’ impassioned plea set their hearts beating faster as Marianna and Adam were transfixed in intense connection to their beautiful guides.

  Mary Magdalene smiled as she encouraged Marianna, “ dearest heart, keep on with your mission. I know there are times when you wonder if what you are doing is ‘on purpose’ or if it is enough. Let me assure you, it is both.

  That said, you need to know the relation you are living with is not to be trusted, and holds the energy of those against you. So make haste, find the rest of your treasure quickly, and vacate. Seek solace with your Magdalene friends for they are there to support you.

  Do not beat yourself up about being succoured in by those who ‘seem’ to be helping. They are there to teach and strengthen you, as they have undoubtedly done. Forgive, let them go and move on swiftly for timing is important. Moving from ego to heart essence is the message we need to endorse and send out by all means.”

  Mary and Yeshua put hands on Adam and Marianna, blessing them, healing and re-energising them.

  Mary Magdalene advised them both that they had sent Elijah back to the Councils of Galactic Beings.

  “We can serve only one Master, little ones, and though we have come to love Elijah deeply, we know also that his journey differs from ours. We have a particular message to convey and it must be done with purity and through the love of the co-creator of all, Mother and Father God. Elijah was exceeding his remit, the sacred contract he had with all of us. We have explained, he understands, he has withdrawn. Be assured and strengthened to know that there is no power greater than the power that works in and around and through us - The All That Is, co-creative Divine Love Power of the Source, the Light, Mother/Father God, The Highest of the High”.

  Marianna could see tears in the eyes of both Yeshua and Mary. They had obviously come through some kind of lesson. Marianna just thought that it didn’t really matter who or what you were/are, you are on a journey home, with lessons to learn. One of which, and perhaps the biggest of all, was not to give your power away to anyone, any entity or anything purporting to be a greater authority than the guidance available to you from within, God and Goddess within or the wise guru within or inner intuition. It matters not what it is called.

  This outside influence fuels the ego, not the essence of the being. The Light simply wants the Light in each of humanity to shine as brightly as possible, and encourage each one to help their neighbour, friends, families, colleagues to shine even more themselves.

  Following her evolutionary impulse, without wavering, had long been Marianna’s great strength. It had taken her to live in many different parts of Scotland and the world. As an individual, she had deepened her spiritual connection through the trust and faith, that no matter what she did and where she went, she would be supported by a caring Universe.

  She had been at the ‘growing edge’ of humanity’s Awakening as they opened to a life of more conscious awareness. Learning to live in a sustainable way, which, as with any other great shift, came about by humanity and the planet’s descent into total worldwide chaos and disparity.

  It had, as all these things do, pushed humanity to look for another way of being and doing. They couldn’t keep on the way they were. Something really needed to change, and of course, it was happening. Solutions were appearing, new systems, and new paradigms. Evolution was gathering in momentum.

  Marianna understood her beautiful sister and brother’s messages and they took their leave amidst hugs and gratitude and tears of love, laughter and light.

  The couple returned their awareness to the room feeling relaxed and realigned to their mission.

  Adam said quietly, “I am surprised at the news about Elijah, are you?”

  Marianna nodded in agreement, “Yes, however, I can understand, the Galactics are very powerful and mostly benign and supportive. However, Mary is right, we can only serve one Master, and it is clear who that is for us. Let’s just let it go and not hold any attachment to it. We wish them no harm as they wish no harm to us. I am an instrument of Mother/Father God’s voice - as are you. That has, and always will be, a constant, so we are 100% on track. We just need to get the last piece of the jigsaw and then we are on a go. I am so excited about it”.

  Adam smiled at this woman, who simply allowed nothing to faze her through the power of non- attachment. She point blankly refused to get involved in other people’s drama. What was their stuff, was thei
r stuff, and it was best to let them get on with it.

  He admired that. He also knew that she had learned the hard way to ‘butt out’, when in years gone by, she had thought she was helping. Her intention had been pure. Even so, things had backfired, so a policy of non- interference was applied rigorously. She would not be where she was not wanted, and that included family which, when it came to siblings, was a fairly luke-warm relationship situation. They didn’t understand her. They felt threatened, perhaps jealous of her, and she had learned to let go. No more pushing or trying to make things work. It used up so much energy. So, finally, all this letting go and detachment had worked and he had a very balanced woman with which to spend the rest of his days with on the planet. He was a very happy guy as it cut down on the garbage carrying quotient significantly - and we all have it - he thought.

  They lay down for a while on the four-poster bed. Cuddling soon became a love making session, which was loving, fun and satisfying for both. They lay spent, staring at the ceiling and then both drifted off to sleep. When they awakened, it would be time to go downstairs for their evening meal and then to bed, followed by their midnight escapade.

  Chapter 42

  The Midnight Oil

  When the sounds of the old castle had quietened, and they could hear various degrees of soft snoring taking place, they put their light back on, and assembled their candles and torches. They were prepared for all eventualities. They left their room quietly and in the pitch dark, descended the stairs. They followed the path the old retainer had taken them along but a few hours ago, to the oldest part of the building. They quickly found the ruins where the priest’s hole was situated.

  Adam suddenly pushed his arm across Marianna to hold her back against the wall, as a noise like the bells of hell roared at them, accompanied by the black shape of a helicopter rising up from the ground with lights totally ablaze, searching for movement on the ground. They froze. The noise deafening, with hands over their ears, they crouched down on the floor, keeping well out of the searchlight beam. The must not be seen at this point. They realised that the peace they had enjoyed was quite literally, the calm before the storm.

  They noticed that, as this huge black ominous bird hung around, figures were dropping out of it and onto the ground, carrying rifles, blackened out for maximum penetration and dissolution into the scene. Marianna pulled on Adam and signalled that she was going to forge ahead and enter the priest’s hole and search.

  She stayed low. She entered, she searched and searched. Adam joined her. They could hear footsteps running along the stone floors. They were minutes away from discovery. Because there was no longer a door on the secret room, they could be found. Adam ran his hands along the walls in the little chamber and suddenly a stone came away on his hand. He reached in, and extracted the parchment tied with a red ribbon.

  It was a musical manuscript, in the ancient style of musical writing. He stuffed it down the back of his trousers. He grabbed Marianna and they went out into the grounds of the castle and into the shrubbery, somehow avoiding detection at this stage. But how long would their luck hold they wondered? They ran around to the front and modern part of the building, and thought they would go back in through the front door, which hopefully would be open. But was it? They sighed a huge sigh of relief as they entered and began to climb the stairs, thinking if they get back to the room, they would not be under suspicion.

  Half way up the stairs, the lights of this once great castle flickered on, and they were exposed on the stairway. As they looked down, they could see Uncle Charles and a man dressed like a cardinal and various other bodies dressed in black. They were pointing guns up at them and signalling them to come back down to ground level.

  They looked at each other in angst then descended the stairs. The thugs gathered around them prodding them with their guns as Uncle Charles signalled they should go into the music room, a small room off the main hall.

  Uncle Charles stood in front of the fireplace. He seemed to puff himself up in front of his audience.

  “So, my dear, you think you can outsmart your old Uncle? Do you really think I have taken an interest in you all these years without knowing that you were the one that had come in to unveil a recipe that would heal humanity?”

  “Did you really think I didn’t know that you would try to overturn our ways of manipulating the poor ignorant masses that hang on our every word and believe whatever they are told, like lambs to the slaughter?”

  “You have the audacity to think that you could stop our power games, material and monetary gains? That is all that satisfies us now. There is very little else to help us reach our orgasms of pleasure. Paedophilia, pornography and salacious behaviour, misusing and mutilating women doesn’t do it for most of us now”. He roared with laughter.

  Adam and Marianna were being taped up across the mouth, their hands tied behind their backs as this oratory opportunity was being taken.

  “Now we need to get to business. We need what you have gathered thus far. We need to destroy it AND you, for that matter, so that the last vestige of hope for the poor creatures of this earth can be totally eradicated. They haven’t the wit or stamina to stand up to us. They are for the most part, passive, and let us have our way. They listen to their governments, totally bent governments, their flaccid rhetoric - and they fall for it. We laugh all the way to the banks around the world. We are exploiting this planet and have plans to move to the next when we are finished here. These are big plans - not to be waylaid or interrupted by the likes of you and your little deluded friends”.

  “Search them”, these words were uttered by a senior member of the black balaclava gang that were with her Uncle.

  The piece of manuscript was discovered in Adam’s belt at the back. Charles took it and looked at it. He could see it was very old, very fragile, written by St Claire, a member of the Royal Rose Line, a direct descendent of Yeshua and Mary Magdalene.

  “What on earth good is this to anyone? He held it up in the air, clearly a bit of old plainsong written by some decrepit priest. Is this what this has all been about? For goodness sake! What could this possibly tell you?”

  He sat down at the grand piano in the corner of the room and he tentatively began to pick out the notes on the sheet.

  The piece was in the key of G and the F sharp was highly present, repetitively used. As he played, there seemed to be a resonance occurring because there were tuning forks in the music room and they began to hum along and then there was a drum, which seemed to take off too. It was as if this F sharp being woven within this particular music was weaving a mystical and magical sound. It was opening the very ether to something extreme and very powerful.

  Marianna looked around at Adam and she knew without a doubt that this particular note was the one she needed to hear. She needed to get it out there, to start heart harmonising every cell in everybody on the planet and attune them to Jesus and Mary’s energy and Consciousness.

  She knew that this evil mob could never win, even if she died here, this sound would find another way to get out to the Universal masses. This was the MAGDALENE KEY, the musical Key of G and F sharp the attuned facilitator.

  He didn’t know it, but Charles had just found the solution to the whole journey it was completed.

  She relaxed. Nothing mattered now, not a thing. She began to hum and, My God, she had a powerful voice. Her eyes closed. She remembered the day she had taken a group to the Church at Gethsemane, in Jerusalem, many years ago now, and the monk who looked after the church had made his way through the thronging tourists to come to her and say, “Will you sing for us today?”

  Her group had urged her to do so, but she had declined. It hadn’t felt right, it could somehow have given her away. How had he known who and what she was? In those days she hadn’t really realised it herself.

  She noticed and smiled as Adam joined in, and they built up their harmonious humming sound.
They brought in the power of their intention to overpower their adversaries, and the sound seemed to now enable the walls to sing. The sounds were reverberating around. She felt her heart getting bigger and bigger, as this heart of hers sounded the Keynote of the Magdalene.

  The doors opened, and in bounded a group of their Magdalene friends, armed to the teeth, followed by the local police who had been alerted by the Magdalenes. They overcame the thugs one by one. Much scuffling went on and only Uncle Charles managed to escape through the music room’s open French windows, out towards the lawn. And then, as if from nowhere a single shot rang out and he folded to the ground.

  Their friends ripped the tape off their mouths, and now Marianna could really sound out rather than hum. By this time, the entire music room was alive with the sound of F sharp, and it was taking on a life of its own, as this Goddess Key sound of the Magdalene overtook and overcame them all.

  How perfect, how wonderful, that this simple heartsound activity could release so much love and harmony and overcome all.

  The Voice of the Magdalenes rang out over the land. It affected every person it encountered. It made church bells ring in resonance with F sharp. Anything that could vibrate in synch with this, did so, and soon, the vibrations were lifting and shifting. There was heart liberation. A distinct feeling that every cell on this planet was being elevated and recalibrated.

  Marianna took her phone and with Adam’s help, they put the sounds out on every single part of media they could affect with this beautiful benign virus of Divine Love.

  ‘AWAKEN NOW TO THE POWER OF THE SOUND WITHIN YOUR HEART. THE POWER OF MOTHER FATHER GOD AND YESHUA BEN JOSEPH AND MARY MAGDALENE - LET THIS CO CREATION BEGIN WITHIN YOU NOW.

  PEACE, JOY AND DIVINE LOVE FOR EVERY BEING ON PLANET EARTH REGARDLESS OF THEIR COLOUR, CREED, RACE, GENDER OR SEXUALITY.’

  The sound of this simple music and the F sharp within was mystically spreading its magic around the planet, playing out on radios and TV shows with people laughing, loving and living in harmony. It seemed that this was the music. The keynote of the era of the 5th Dimension and all had to be held until now, 2014.