She lay on the floor on an old mattress that stunk of urine, blood and sweat. Filth was all around her. The smells drifted up her nostrils as she became aware of her surroundings gradually. Her hands were tied behind her, her mouth gagged by the odious tape and her head hurt. Marianna was not used to any chemicals. She was highly sensitive to them and her head was thumping at the aftermath of the chloroform. She looked around, trying to get some sense of where she was and what was happening. She was alone. She couldn’t hear any voices. Then the door opened. She closed her eyes, pretending to be still under the influence of the chloroform.
A man approached, a heavy smell of liquor accompanied him. In his right hand, a hypodermic needle was shakily being directed towards her. Out the corner of her eye, Marianna could see what was happening, and realised that this low life was intent in injecting her with something in a hypodermic and unless she did something really quickly, she was toast in this lifetime.
She closed her eyes tight and prayed, internally screamed for Archangel Michael, Most High, to come to her aid. In an instant, in the blink of an eye, he was there beside her. He dealt with the man summarily. He loped off with his hands between his legs yelping like an injured dog. He didn’t look back.
Michael removed the strip of tape across her face as painlessly as possible, eased her up and removed the ties behind her back.
“Beloved one, we need to spirit you away as quickly as possible. We will do it through the bi-location technique, except you are going to stay physically in the other location”. Michel smiled a grim smile. He instructed her further, “Think and focus 100 % on your hotel room. In a moment, you are going to destruct your molecular and cellular presence here, and then, with me at your side, you will recreate and reconstruct all of that in your hotel room. You will gather all your things together and go to Mario’s house (One of the Magdalenes) immediately and await further instruction”.
Marianna looked at him horrified, “I have never done anything as dramatic as that before, are you sure I would be able to do that? It sounds really far out”.
Archangel Michael smiled and took her hand and simply said, “Stay with me, dear heart, hold on and close your eyes”.
Marianna felt rather strange. Her eyes were firmly closed tight. She focussed with intent on seeing herself safe and back in the hotel room. She felt a funny sensation taking her over and then, in what seemed like only moments, she was in the hotel room. She could feel the deep carpet pile under her feet. She opened her eyes and looked at Michael. He was smiling at her.
“Now that is what I call alchemy with a capital A”, she tearfully smiled, reached up and kissed him. “Thank you so much Michael, I wouldn’t have made it without you. These people are really serious are they not? You called me Beloved One. Why would you do that”? She asked the last question as an afterthought, not really expecting a reply. Michael had gone, as usual, swiftly and with alacrity.
She started to gather things together in their cases as she hurriedly prepared to leave the hotel. She got in the car waiting her at the front door of the hotel, and it sped through the busy narrow and packed streets of Rome. However, in no time she was welcomed to Mario’s house and shown to a beautiful suite of rooms where she could await the arrival of Adam and Benito and the treasure they held in their possession. She would then bring all her mystical skills to bear as she activated this Magdalene Key.
This was the moment she had waited life times to do. She was excited and although shaken from her ordeal, she was ready to face the next step. Whatever that might entail, her soul was strong and ready.
Marianna’s thoughts drifted to Archangel Michael. She had thanked him so much for his timely interventions. He treated her like a child, in a way, and in his presence she certainly felt like that. He had sternly reminded her to summon him immediately when Adam returned, or if indeed anything untoward should happen again.
Marianna knew that she would be safe where she was. Her one lapse in mindful vigilance had been paid for by her discomfort and pain. However, she had learned the lesson. Message understood, lesson learned.