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 upper 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.