Archangel Michael, Most High, Illumined being of Light, zoomed into the toilet, retrieved the hidden pouch and placed it in his garments, and then flew direct to Marianna, who was resting in her room.
He was the messenger. He was not sure if this pouch contained the secret code or whatever was required. However, he knew that he needed to get this job done as quickly as possible. He also had to get word to the other Magdalenes to start procedures to get Adam and Benito out of jail.
He announced his arrival to Marianna by simply thumping down on the floor beside her as she sat meditating. (She had taken the opportunity to listen to a beautiful, relaxing and grounding, visualisation CD prepared by her Soul Coach and Mentor specifically to meet her needs). She brought all her awareness back into her room with a start and looked up at his mighty presence.
“Here is the pouch Marianna. I need to go now and advise the Magdalenes of Adam’s predicament. They need to get him and Benito released from custody as soon as possible. The piece you need is in the pouch we removed from the box”.
Archangel Michael took off at high speed and Marianna sat holding this beautiful little pouch in her hands. She allowed it to nestle there. She could feel a distinct and beautiful energy pulsating within it almost like a heart beating. There was no doubt that whatever resided in this pouch was either a code itself or the important key to its release for all humanity.
She sometimes felt that she had become a meditation junky as she loved it so much. However, there were times when nothing else would suffice - to connect with the deepest knowledge, understanding and wisdom of her soul and its purpose. That was the only place to go, her inner landscape, - to live and exist in.
She closed her eyes, held the pouch to her heart, steadied, and deepened her breathing. She put her roots down and connected to the Source, Mother/ Father God. They knew the answers to All. She was about to tune in and be given whatever she needed to take this journey to its ultimate conclusion - the restoration and resurrection of the Divine Feminine on the planet at this time.
She was excited, fully aware of thoughts entering in, so she took time to calm and empty her mind of all thoughts. As she got out of her own way, she could feel the calmness descend like a cloud around her. She was safe, secure and filled with the Christ Consciousness. She too was a Christed One, as are all of humanity - if they would only remember. “They will - they will”, a beautiful voice faintly repeated in her head.
The thoughts faded and she felt herself become like a string of pearls extending from the far reaches of the Universe and planets to the centre of Mother Earth. Strung out like sparkling beads, each pearl responded by glinting and gleaming in the sunshine of her observation.
She was aware that all around her, this golden joyous Goddess energy, which was playful and loving, was inviting her to enter into her heart centre, which she gladly did. There was such a feeling of love and support there. A feeling of strength, loving acceptance and wisdom. The wisdom of the ages, and sages, all her ancestral inheritance, which she knew had been healed at a cellular, molecular and soulular level in her being. How wonderful to enter in.
She could go where no other entity in this, or any other world could go, deep into the inner temple of her being. Her heart was warm and it lovingly responded to her presence by enveloping her in unconditional love of the highest calibre and vibration.
She noticed, as the golden doors closed behind her, that all her beautiful guides, Angels, Archangels, Ascended Masters and her Galactic guides were present. She smiled at each one in turn, Yeshua, Mother Mary, Mary Magdalene, Elijah, Ezekiel, Kuthumi, Isis and Brigit.
How beautiful and true they all were and are. They indicated to her that she should seat herself at the round table, where all are equal and one. The beautiful crystal at the centre of the table glowed and glistened as it pulsated. They all held hands. Marianna was seated between Elijah and Isis, and felt the strength of their connection through their hands, as the level of energy being generated and circulated increased and increased. She thought she might burn up from the heat. She had no sooner thought the thought than the heat seemed to calm down.
“I have a quest my beloved ones”, she said to her team. “I have the pouch of the Divine Feminine within my possession. However, I seek help to decipher that which I need to know from its contents. I need your help, for you are the originators of the content”.
Marianna took the pouch from her gown and pulled out the contents, item by item, displaying them on the table. A white feather, a white rose, a small book with a heart embossed on the front.
Mary Magdalene smiled over to her, “ah yes, my bundle from so many years ago, dear heart. I used to save my significant familiars in that pouch. It was my little medicine bag. I used the feather to smooth down the aura, the energetic fields of those I healed. It is a feather from the wings of Archangel Gabriel Most High. She was with me so much of the time I spent on Earth and she often left signs. They were little gifts for me to reassure me of her presence.
I used the essence of the white rose to smooth the senses and calm the anxieties and worries of myself and all those in need as and when I /we needed it, because times were turbulent and challenging, with all that Yeshua went through. The power of the simple essence of this flower is little understood on earth”.
“What of the book, Mary”, Marianna asked.
“Within the book is the heart of the matter, the key. It will direct you to where the secret of the Divine Feminine is held”. Mary said smiling lightly.
“Thank you Mary, I will search the book for the clues and will bring it forward. May I come back to you if I do not at first grasp the code?”
Mary smiled graciously, “of course, dear heart, of course. This needs to be shared in accordance with your times, as so much has evolved since the days when Yeshua and I last walked the Earth. You need to bring your unique voice to the key code so that it may be understood”.
Marianna stood up from the table and thanked each and every one of the gathered group. She floated up from her meditative state and out of her heart centre. She took her time to come back into her own dimension and into her physical body. Now was her time, to bring all her skills and talents to bear to seek the Truth within this little book.
Marianna fully returned to the room she was in and grounded herself back in her body. She washed her face and stamped her feet on the floor to ensure she was back in the present time and moment.
She looked at the pouch that AM had delivered to her and she shakily began to unpack it, because, even though her trust and faith was immense, this was a moment of TRUTH.
The feather came out and then the pressed and dried white rose. She held both of them to her heart. These had been held by the hands of her beloved Mary Magdalene and used by her. The importance of this situation was beginning to infuse her with awe. She needed a reality check. She was handling artefacts from thousands of years ago. Could this be true?
Indeed it was, and she looked down and placed them on the cloth of the little side table she was using.
Then the little book came out. It had a lock on the side that looked very old, there was no key present. There was a heart embossed on the front of the book. It was clearly a notebook and not a written epistle of any kind. The paper between the hard exterior was ancient, discoloured and like a papyrus. It looked very unlike today’s modern papers.
She wondered how she would open it without damaging its contents. She tried the lock and to her infinite relief it opened. It had not been locked, as she had supposed.
The words were written in a foreign language, it looked like Hebrew to Marianna. She knew in an instant that she needed a trusted translator.
She carefully packed the items away again and ran from the room to locate her hosts, who were seated in the kitchen of the house. She told them of her plight, and they immediately told her that they would contact Virgil, one of the Magdalenes who could read Hebrew, as he was a scholar and academic. They phoned him and Marianna settled in to await Virgil’s arrival at the house.