Chapter 3

Shift 1 – A Cathartic Experience

Marianna stopped, feeling the bubble of energy resisting her presence and then with a deep breath she stepped through into this space. Instantly she was catapulted into a vision from many lifetimes ago. She was in a castle at the top of a very high mountain in the South of France, Mont Segur.

She was with her family at the time who lived amongst, maybe 500 other people, some of whom were healers and herbalists, all of whom loved and shared Yeshua’s simple teachings, as they had learned them from the ancient Order of the Magdalenes, the way of Love and equality, and they were hiding in this citadel to avoid detection from the French Inquisition. The Inquisition was there to root out anyone who did not subscribe to and follow Catholicism, the religion that the Pope, an elected priest, oversaw for himself and many others to profit from. Patriarchal power, dominance, material wealth and control were the chosen way of this organised religion.

For many months the castle had been under siege. The only food and water able to come in was through the many caves and underground passageways. The Inquisition had arrived and they had blocked off all of the ways of entry and departure. Their days were numbered. The Cathars, as they were called, were reaching a point of no return. They would descend to the base of the mountain where their fate awaited. They would go to their deaths with the same dignity that Yeshua had gone to his, no more suffering, no more starvation and hunger, just peace.

She was amongst the first to go, hugging her children to her, she told them to be brave and sing the songs of love that they had been taught. Burly guards grabbed her away from her children and threw her to the ground, her face in the mud. Then they prodded her to get up and walk to the fires already burning and there they threw her on to the pile of charred bodies keeping her there with the points of their spears. Her heart was bursting with fear for her children and yet she knew that Yeshua would come for her and them soon.

The flames roared up and around her, consuming her. Her primal screams were heard for many miles almost as if a voice had overtaken and possessed her. The voice of this Magdalene soared across the land, this voice would never be silenced, let humanity be on notice, it would return and with it the love that goes beyond all understanding.

Marianna was back in Chartres in the Labyrinth in the blink of an eye. She swayed, as her sight and presence were once more steady and grounded in the present moment, reality and time frame. She felt sick, still a little unsteady. However, she deepened her breathing and felt her roots go down into the earth resurrecting her equilibrium. She was strong. Her core was resilient and could take this degree of buffeting. She was sure she was never given more to deal with than she could cope with.

As a first introduction to this activation, she realised that she had been shown a very powerful past life as a Cathar, and that this obviously needed to be healed and forgiven in this time to release the negative vibration that still occupied her somewhere in her bodies. She breathed out all the negativity, the heat in her body, she forgave, her inner voice praying for peace and forgiveness for all concerned for their highest good and greatest joy.

Breathing in and out quietly and deeply she restored her calm, she restored her inner peace and out of the corner of her eye she became aware of a movement. She swiftly turned towards the pillar to the right which had until a few moments ago been hiding the onlooker. Staring into the gloom she couldn’t see anything, however, the interruption served to bring her right back to the matter in hand. She wondered if she should shelve this for the moment and come back at a later time to give herself time to assimilate what had just taken place and integrate the effects before going further into what could be even more powerful experiences or events.

She had had no idea that this activation process would be so demanding and hoped that not all of the 7 steps would be as agonisingly heart painful as that one had been. She wished her beloved Archangel Michael, most high, were there to give some guidance at this very moment. She needed to know what was best. She was also sure that she had been watched and not by a kindly force. She could smell the evil, it lingered in the air, and it made her shiver.

She turned around to check behind her and there he was 6ft 2” tall, handsome and smiling. He took her hand and held it against his heart.

“How can I help”? He said.

“Do you think I should go on today? I don’t know if I could withstand all 7 activations in one go, if they are all as powerful as this one?” Marianna was closely scrutinising his face, awaiting his answer. She felt tired and a little irritable, not quite herself probably due to the close proximity of this amazing man? Being? Angel? There goes Eddie Murphy again!! You’ve just got to be joking!

Michael grabbed her attention back into reality. “You need to go forward, you must complete, it is urgent now, just take your time. If you need me, call out my name”. Michael turned and was gone into the ether as quickly and as suddenly as he had appeared. (Definitely an Angel!)

Before Michael had arrived the ‘breather’ behind the pillar had cursed out loud as he found his right calf muscle going into a spasm of cramp. This hanging around in the cold damp was not his idea of fun. He sloped off. He would find another way to get at her. In the meantime, he knew that she was going to stay there for at least another hour or so. It was time for him to arrange a few surprises of his own.

Marianna took a deep breath, refocused and began again to walk around the curves and corners of the labyrinth.