Marianna smiled to herself as Adam left the hotel room in a flurry. She was often amused that although Adam knew her well, he often forgot that she had supreme psychic abilities, and although he thought he had pulled the wool over her eyes about where he was going, and how much danger may well be about, she knew with an intensity what was going on. She also knew that her place was not in the throes of the fray but rather waiting to receive the Magdalene Key.
She was musing and meditating on this. She felt that this next piece of their puzzle may in fact not be the key itself. She was ‘getting’ that it was in fact another clue. Another piece of the plan that would take them to yet another destination, where the real gem, the key or code, or whatever it was called, would be. It would not be the obvious. She wondered at the fact that the Vatican with all their staff, students and priests had never taken the time to investigate all of this information themselves. Such was their indifference to anything to do with the Divine Feminine and the Magdalene, they had simply ignored it.
Marianna closed her eyes once again, remotely viewing, to see what was going on within the Vatican, and she knew that Adam and his co- conspirator were waiting, still and silent. She felt they were safe, she knew there was nothing to worry about, as Elijah would keep them safe as ever. However, she was also aware of a ‘darkness’ and a heavy toxicity nearby. She could almost hear it breathing.
She heard a knock at the door. She got up and opened it expecting the bellboy to clear away the breakfast dishes. There was no one there. She stepped out into the hallway and a hand came over her face. She could smell the chloroform as it filled her nose and then darkness. Here was the toxicity and darkness she had been so aware of. Too late, she fell into the man’s arms.
Marianna was dragged along the floor, through the fire escape doors and onto the upper landing of the fire escape stairs. A couple of guys were waiting there. Dressed as if they were waiters, they bundled her into a dirty linen trolley. They wheeled it back out onto her landing and along to the service lift. They took the lift down to the basement and then, taking her outside, put her into the white van parked at the back door. Tape had been placed over her mouth, so even if she came around, she would not be able to alert anyone to her plight.
Marianna was being taken to a warehouse that belonged to Sebastian De Montfort. For, although he was languishing in a Vatican cell, he was determined to redeem himself in the eyes of VM and get these irksome novices out of his world and quickly. He had instructed his staff to take action.
Marianna would be dealt with but not until they had resolved the break in at the Vatican, because word had travelled quickly that the unspeakable had happened. The Magdalene Key had been removed from the Vatican’s special vault, no doubt by her friends and she now seemed to have quite a few.
Archangel Michael, most high, knew exactly what had happened to Marianna. However, at the moment, could not intervene, governed as he was by the old cherry and caveat.
Angels cannot step in to take action in anyone’s life unless specifically invited to do so. He was awaiting Marianna’s return to conscious awareness knowing that she would ask immediately. He awaited her bidding anxiously!