When the sounds of the old castle had quietened, and they could hear various degrees of soft snoring taking place, they put their light back on, and assembled their candles and torches. They were prepared for all eventualities. They left their room quietly and in the pitch dark, descended the stairs. They followed the path the old retainer had taken them along but a few hours ago, to the oldest part of the building. They quickly found the ruins where the priest’s hole was situated.
Adam suddenly pushed his arm across Marianna to hold her back against the wall, as a noise like the bells of hell roared at them, accompanied by the black shape of a helicopter rising up from the ground with lights totally ablaze, searching for movement on the ground. They froze. The noise deafening, with hands over their ears, they crouched down on the floor, keeping well out of the searchlight beam. The must not be seen at this point. They realised that the peace they had enjoyed was quite literally, the calm before the storm.
They noticed that, as this huge black ominous bird hung around, figures were dropping out of it and onto the ground, carrying rifles, blackened out for maximum penetration and dissolution into the scene. Marianna pulled on Adam and signalled that she was going to forge ahead and enter the priest’s hole and search.
She stayed low. She entered, she searched and searched. Adam joined her. They could hear footsteps running along the stone floors. They were minutes away from discovery. Because there was no longer a door on the secret room, they could be found. Adam ran his hands along the walls in the little chamber and suddenly a stone came away on his hand. He reached in, and extracted the parchment tied with a red ribbon.
It was a musical manuscript, in the ancient style of musical writing. He stuffed it down the back of his trousers. He grabbed Marianna and they went out into the grounds of the castle and into the shrubbery, somehow avoiding detection at this stage. But how long would their luck hold they wondered? They ran around to the front and modern part of the building, and thought they would go back in through the front door, which hopefully would be open. But was it? They sighed a huge sigh of relief as they entered and began to climb the stairs, thinking if they get back to the room, they would not be under suspicion.
Half way up the stairs, the lights of this once great castle flickered on, and they were exposed on the stairway. As they looked down, they could see Uncle Charles and a man dressed like a cardinal and various other bodies dressed in black. They were pointing guns up at them and signalling them to come back down to ground level.
They looked at each other in angst then descended the stairs. The thugs gathered around them prodding them with their guns as Uncle Charles signalled they should go into the music room, a small room off the main hall.
Uncle Charles stood in front of the fireplace. He seemed to puff himself up in front of his audience.
“So, my dear, you think you can outsmart your old Uncle? Do you really think I have taken an interest in you all these years without knowing that you were the one that had come in to unveil a recipe that would heal humanity?”
“Did you really think I didn’t know that you would try to overturn our ways of manipulating the poor ignorant masses that hang on our every word and believe whatever they are told, like lambs to the slaughter?”
“You have the audacity to think that you could stop our power games, material and monetary gains? That is all that satisfies us now. There is very little else to help us reach our orgasms of pleasure. Paedophilia, pornography and salacious behaviour, misusing and mutilating women doesn’t do it for most of us now”. He roared with laughter.
Adam and Marianna were being taped up across the mouth, their hands tied behind their backs as this oratory opportunity was being taken.
“Now we need to get to business. We need what you have gathered thus far. We need to destroy it AND you, for that matter, so that the last vestige of hope for the poor creatures of this earth can be totally eradicated. They haven’t the wit or stamina to stand up to us. They are for the most part, passive, and let us have our way. They listen to their governments, totally bent governments, their flaccid rhetoric - and they fall for it. We laugh all the way to the banks around the world. We are exploiting this planet and have plans to move to the next when we are finished here. These are big plans - not to be waylaid or interrupted by the likes of you and your little deluded friends”.
“Search them”, these words were uttered by a senior member of the black balaclava gang that were with her Uncle.
The piece of manuscript was discovered in Adam’s belt at the back. Charles took it and looked at it. He could see it was very old, very fragile, written by St Claire, a member of the Royal Rose Line, a direct descendent of Yeshua and Mary Magdalene.
“What on earth good is this to anyone? He held it up in the air, clearly a bit of old plainsong written by some decrepit priest. Is this what this has all been about? For goodness sake! What could this possibly tell you?”
He sat down at the grand piano in the corner of the room and he tentatively began to pick out the notes on the sheet.
The piece was in the key of G and the F sharp was highly present, repetitively used. As he played, there seemed to be a resonance occurring because there were tuning forks in the music room and they began to hum along and then there was a drum, which seemed to take off too. It was as if this F sharp being woven within this particular music was weaving a mystical and magical sound. It was opening the very ether to something extreme and very powerful.
Marianna looked around at Adam and she knew without a doubt that this particular note was the one she needed to hear. She needed to get it out there, to start heart harmonising every cell in everybody on the planet and attune them to Jesus and Mary’s energy and Consciousness.
She knew that this evil mob could never win, even if she died here, this sound would find another way to get out to the Universal masses. This was the MAGDALENE KEY, the musical Key of G and F sharp the attuned facilitator.
He didn’t know it, but Charles had just found the solution to the whole journey it was completed.
She relaxed. Nothing mattered now, not a thing. She began to hum and, My God, she had a powerful voice. Her eyes closed. She remembered the day she had taken a group to the Church at Gethsemane, in Jerusalem, many years ago now, and the monk who looked after the church had made his way through the thronging tourists to come to her and say, “Will you sing for us today?”
Her group had urged her to do so, but she had declined. It hadn’t felt right, it could somehow have given her away. How had he known who and what she was? In those days she hadn’t really realised it herself.
She noticed and smiled as Adam joined in, and they built up their harmonious humming sound. They brought in the power of their intention to overpower their adversaries, and the sound seemed to now enable the walls to sing. The sounds were reverberating around. She felt her heart getting bigger and bigger, as this heart of hers sounded the Keynote of the Magdalene.
The doors opened, and in bounded a group of their Magdalene friends, armed to the teeth, followed by the local police who had been alerted by the Magdalenes. They overcame the thugs one by one. Much scuffling went on and only Uncle Charles managed to escape through the music room’s open French windows, out towards the lawn. And then, as if from nowhere a single shot rang out and he folded to the ground.
Their friends ripped the tape off their mouths, and now Marianna could really sound out rather than hum. By this time, the entire music room was alive with the sound of F sharp, and it was taking on a life of its own, as this Goddess Key sound of the Magdalene overtook and overcame them all.
How perfect, how wonderful, that this simple heartsound activity could release so much love and harmony and overcome all.
The Voice of the Magdalenes rang out over the land. It affected every person it encountered. It made church bells ring in resonance with F sharp. Anything that could vibrate in synch with this, did so, and soon, the vibrations were lifting and shifting. There was heart liberation. A distinct feeling that every cell on this planet was being elevated and recalibrated.
Marianna took her phone and with Adam’s help, they put the sounds out on every single part of media they could affect with this beautiful benign virus of Divine Love.
‘AWAKEN NOW TO THE POWER OF THE SOUND WITHIN YOUR HEART. THE POWER OF MOTHER FATHER GOD AND YESHUA BEN JOSEPH AND MARY MAGDALENE - LET THIS CO CREATION BEGIN WITHIN YOU NOW.
PEACE, JOY AND DIVINE LOVE FOR EVERY BEING ON PLANET EARTH REGARDLESS OF THEIR COLOUR, CREED, RACE, GENDER OR SEXUALITY.’
The sound of this simple music and the F sharp within was mystically spreading its magic around the planet, playing out on radios and TV shows with people laughing, loving and living in harmony. It seemed that this was the music. The keynote of the era of the 5th Dimension and all had to be held until now, 2014.
Not that there hadn’t been many pieces of music written in this key. It was the Divine Intervention that had taken place to bring this mystically imbued piece of music back to humanity that had triggered the Divine Dynamic Shift.
People were learning to look deeply into the eyes, which are the windows to the souls, of their enemies as well as friends, and seeing only the love that is and always had been living there. Sound played over the airways, activating the call to peace. The call to dematerialisation. The call to sharing and loving in the Oneness, activating unconditional LOVE within the bones and being of every single one on earth. Restoring Ghandi’s ways of peaceful protestation, voting with their feet - walking away from the stuff that served to de- humanise.