The magnificence of Chartres Cathedral rose before her like a mighty accolade and salute to God. Stonemasons, amazing craftsmen and architects, from centuries ago, had built this beautiful, timeless building. Love and a sense of real creative ability sang out from every stone. As she entered through the door into the seeming gloom of the large church she made her way to the front where the labyrinth appeared. She was hoping fervently that the labyrinth was not covered up by chairs as it could be on occasions, depending on what was taking place in the heart of the church. Tall pillars, strong and true, supported an amazing ceiling and the stained glass of the windows reflected pictures from another era, an outmoded time.
An era of religion where people, like sheep, were led along a certain path without being encouraged to look around or find out for themselves what life was all about. They were led along without question, however, with fear, judgement and retribution being threatened by the barrow load from a seemingly angry and intransigent God who guaranteed an afterlife of pain and sorrow. Without doubt, great ways to divide, dominate, manipulate and exploit the people of the world. Take away their personal power and put them in fear.
Ah, the good old days. Now religions had fallen by the wayside, the last bastion being the remaining Pope in the Vatican in Rome although it was felt that his days were numbered as the ability to control the masses had disappeared along with any credibility the church had ever had.
The tales of sexual abuse perpetrated by some of the priests as well as their materialism and greed being perhaps the last straw for the average man and woman in the street to take on board as being in any way spiritual.
Their days of dominance, manipulation and control were almost at an end. This church that had begun with such high hopes after the supposed death of such an avatar as Yeshua ben Joseph of Nazareth begun, apparently in honour of his name, had failed miserably to follow his simple word, which was and is: Love is the way. The Church of LOVE is within you. We are all equal, men and women, black and white, and all hues in between.
Religions neither acknowledged nor accepted homosexuals and indeed their ability to become ministers and work from their hearts in service to their community. Women, of course, had managed to get in to some religions to a certain level however the feminine and all its beautiful compassionate attributes were not fully embraced. Equality with the masculine refuted, not necessarily by word, but demonstrated by the lack of presence of them at a higher level in the church.
The church’s exploitations had eventually been its demise. No religion in the world had survived the onslaught of 2013 and the uprisings around the world as people regained their voices and began to speak up for what they believed in, loud and clear, and western religion, as we had been dished it up, just didn’t hack it any more.
Many ex-priests and clergy felt liberated as they embarked on lives out with the constraints of these tyrannical organisations. They were able to express themselves freely however they chose to do that, and with whom they chose to be with.
There were of course, factions for whom the old status quo was the only way and they had formed groups who were hell bent on preventing certain secrets from surfacing and becoming known to the general public. Unknown to Marianna she was being watched quietly from behind a pillar, by one of these diehards right now, as she approached the spiralling labyrinth and prepared to activate its magical and mystical secrets.
She moved to the point of entry on to the Labyrinth. She knew that, as she walked this spiralling design on the floor, there would be 7 points where certain shifts in her field of energy would occur, and the last would be just as she exited. She was fully aware that as she entered, she entered as one person however, as she went around the circles that snaked across the floor, she would change with each shift and exit from this amazing web a different and entirely reborn individual. Her birth encodements activated and ready to roll.
This was the activation process she was terrified of and yet she knew she had to do this. She had to be absolutely cleared of all past ‘stuff’ to be able to go forward and have her soul’s seeds completely activated to energise her for the next part of this journey.
She put her feet on the entry place and breathed deeply, connecting herself to both the earth and the heavens and called in protection from Archangel Michael, most high, and his legions of Light. She felt a breeze, seemingly coming from nowhere, surround her until she felt that a dome of Light, had surrounded the whole area. She spoke inwardly, whispering, “I am safe, I am secure and ready to go forward to this the most exciting part of my lifetimes so far”.
She walked forward, at first tentatively and then with increasing confidence as she felt she had quite a way to go before encountering the first point, the first energy shift. No sooner had she thought that than she felt a change in the field, as if she were coming up against something like a bubble, unseen and yet keenly felt.
The observer of this event, shifted from foot to foot behind the pillar, just to the right of the labyrinth. He had tried to have the priest put the chairs out early for evensong; however, Father Jean Paul had insisted it was far too early. He must keep it clear for the tourists. Therefore his pathetic attempt to prevent this process taking place had fallen through. He was angry, breathing heavily, any time he tried to approach this situation, he felt he was being physically repelled by some unseen force field. He was not happy. This woman would pay, just as many others had over the years, the centuries, for trying to change the fundamentals of life, the most important being the male supremacy and dominance that reigned.
Women were for taking advantage of, exploiting, dominating, bedding, manipulating, never to be respected as serious contributors in any way. He had always seen his job to being one of patronising them and putting them down at every turn, making sure of course, of pinching any good ideas they may have had along the way. This encouraged some of his female acquaintances to lower their sights and play him at his own game, however, this one was one who retained her power, didn’t give it way to anyone and she worked from the heart. It made it difficult therefore, to penetrate her at all, in a number of ways he smiled to himself. That would be over soon. He would have his way.
Woman’s beauty had caused a lot of trouble over the years, as some had cast a spell over great leaders and in his group most recently one had even made her way to the top of the heap with her husband, but all of that would stop. When he made the call to the Ministry of Patriarchal Survival, MOPS for short then he would be signing her death warrant, but not before he had denigrated her completely had her grovelling for mercy at his feet. He would have her take his maleness in her mouth, he shivered compulsively at the thought and shifted his weight again. In all his 60 odd years on the planet he had never desired a woman more, and one way or another, he would sort this woman out and soon……….