THE TOWER AND THE DREAM
- Awakening to the Ancient Voices
by
Gloria Amendola

Chapter 9

LADY RANNA’S REVELATION

One is not prepared for the impact of the life-changing visions when they first appear. To see that which one cannot explain, and to live with that mystery until its time has come - is a way of life suited to the mystics and the prophets.

Some ask about the prophets and the mystics of the ages, the great teachers and the seers. All were initiates of the mysteries of the Great I Am.  

To see beyond time into the dimensions of light into the Court of the Heavenly Realms is to hear the great angelic debates over the infusion of “evidence” at this period in history – to give you all the necessary tools – or not – for your planetary expansion.

Bloodshed and tyranny cast fear on the earth, and their practice continues to this day. But there WILL come a time when the recognition of the One will be the only way home.

This time of advancement by humankind has been recorded by the sages and the visionaries. We have to give you indicators so that you pay attention. Otherwise you have a tendency to wander about in the confusion of your making, you the masterful creatures of free will.

We will open the frequencies for those who are ready at this time, and make fully available the understanding of the inherent power of the human body and its divine light vehicle.

That certain scrolls of antiquity would reveal themselves when the time was right - has been agreed upon. As for the full body of evidence to be released, that is a matter still under debate.

One of these great scrolls is yet to come forth, but the time is close at hand. There have been enough cycles of evolution for this to be so. This transmission is of vital importance.

Archangel Michael

Leaving Taos was like leaving the party to go back to work. Not sure why I felt that way, but the anticipation of meeting Lady Ranna had something to do with it.
     Angie and I went for breakfast, then checked out of the hotel, and got on the road. This thousand mile journey that began in Santa Fe would lead back there today.
     It seemed odd that Lady Ranna and her family would be in Santa Fe during the holidays. Their home was in Pecos, New Mexico.
     I had shared the details of my session with no one, not even Angie. It was hard enough to digest it, never mind try to explain it to other people. The last thing I needed to contend with was other people's doubts. There were enough of my own to go around.
     Lady Ranna was amazing on the phone, and her veneration of the Magdalene was the icing on the cake. It was magical how the matrix of energy made that happen in the world, certainly in my world. Guess I was open in some way to the master plan and putting the pieces of the puzzle together that resonate. Besides, I love a good mystery.
     The drive from Taos back to Santa Fe was uneventful. Although the trip was great, being on the road was tiring. I was starting to long for home and playtime with my animals.
     I remembered how much Tim wanted Primo. He had never been allowed to have animals growing up, so he just HAD to have this dog. Dogs are fun but a lot more work than cats – that was my constant mantra to him.
     Tim carried on and on so I finally gave in and he brought his pit home. I reminded him that Primo was his responsibility. We already had Emma, and I was burnt out on taking care of everything. He tried to calm my anxieties about housing a pit bull in a crowded, suburban beach neighborhood and promised to obedience train his new friend.
     I told everyone Primo was Tim's dog and his responsibility, and yet I ended up with him.When we split, he never figured out a way to take care of the dog, and I was concerned for Primo’s well-being, so he ended up staying with me and Emma.    
Funny how life unfolds with unexpected twists and turns, and everything you thought you knew turns upside down and all around. Sometimes the opposite of what you think is going to happen, happens. It still takes me by surprise, every time.
     I started breathing deeply - in and out - in and out - slowly, deliberately. My solar plexus was getting tight again, and if I didn't catch it in time, it could get downright painful.
     "Sweetie, are you okay?"
     "Yah, just have that sense that something big is going to happen."
      "Well, I didn't want to tell you-"
     "Tell me what?"
     "Never mind. Just keep breathing."
     "Never mind what?"
     "I'll tell you later."
     "Tell me what?"
     "Weren't we supposed to call Lady Ranna when we got back to Santa Fe?"
     "I have her address. It's not far from here. Let's just drive by and see if she's there. If not, we can go check in to our hotel. Okay?"
"Okay, missy."
     I wondered why my anxiety level was rising. This was a Magdalene connection, so anything was possible. What would Mary be revealing this time?

When my second marriage ended, I decided to look at male-female relationships differently. Obviously something hadn't worked in the past and, besides, everything was changing. Allowing myself the freedom to stand alone was crucial.      Releasing the need to always define some part of myself through a relationship with a man - well, it just had to stop. I was determined to stay out of relationship until I could heal myself enough to attract the right man into my life.
     Never in my wildest dreams growing up did I consider the idea of divorce, never mind twice divorced. It wasn't really that big a deal in the scheme of things, but inside, it made me feel shame and uneasiness. All my aunts and uncles and my parents stayed married, regardless of the quality of their marriage, until death did they part. Period. End of story.
     But marriage wasn't necessarily about quality to them. It was about staying together and keeping the family together at all cost. Maybe the illusion of meeting that special someone and staying together forever was just naïve silliness?
     Yet there are people who manage that reality in their lives and stay together, through thick and thin, raise a family, and still love and respect each other until their last breath.
     What sets them apart? Is it the luck of the draw? Is it their destiny to experience life together with that partner? And why was it their destiny and not mine?
     Someone had told me a few months earlier that I carried the Magdalene DNA.      I had never heard that term before and was stunned by that comment. What exactly did it mean?   
     The woman explained that there are a group of souls who have reincarnated and hold the horrific memories of watching Yeshua's torture and crucifixion. All the Mary's were traumatized that day. His beloved clung to him, and was emotionally shattered by the experience of watching her brave and beautiful man suffer at the hands of such brute force.
     For those with this imprint, they lived some dark lifetimes, seeking retribution in the name of their lineage. All in the name of spiritual evolution.
     Really?
     But she advised that now was the time to move from beyond the crucifixion and into the resurrection. Well, it ain't that easy after two thousand years!    
     For a few months after Tim and I had split, it seemed more and more women were hitting on me. Things had changed a lot since my first divorce. Sexuality had evolved. I considered exploring intimate relationships with women rather than men. The women in my life were kind and sensitive and capable and loving. Maybe it would be easier to be in relationship with the feminine?
     But I knew my sexual orientation was heterosexual, even though that realization landed me into personal and sexual exile with men in the present moment. Somehow I sensed the moment Tim walked out the door, it would be a long time before another man slept in my bed on a regular basis. It wasn't that the door to my sexuality was closed shut but rather it seemed as if a voice of authority was informing me that another decree was laid down before me. I really don't know why. Perhaps it was that last bit of my Catholic upbringing, but maybe it was my higher self just knowing how long it would take me to burn off the dross of the dark side of the Magdalene DNA which had pervaded all my male-female relationships since I was nine.    

     "Angie, take a left here. I think Ranna's place is just around the corner."
     "Could you give me a little more notice next time? We almost got clocked from behind! There's a lot of traffic on these roads."
     "Sorry. Should be right down this street. Yup, here it is."
     "What are we doing?"
     "Just pull over and I'll go knock on the door, see if she's here."
     As I got out and walked up to the front door, the neighborhood dogs started barking. No one answered the door. As I turned to walk away, the door swung open.
     "Hello," quietly echoed the sound a man's voice.
     "Oh hi. I was looking for Lady Ranna."
     "Who are you?"
     "I'm Marta, from back East. Ranna gave me her address so I could come visit her while I was out here. Thought she knew I was coming."
     The peculiar, skinny man walked back inside, leaving me standing on the front porch. I turned and looked at Angie, but she was preoccupied with something in the car. What had brought Lady Ranna and her family and their large trailer out of the desert and the mountains and back to the city limits during the holiday season?
     "Come in. She said she'd see you."
     I slowly walked inside, looking back at Angie. The familiar voice of the woman named Lady Ranna could be heard in another room. She looked older than I expected, her skin weathered from the sun. But you could still see her stunning natural beauty. And she was instantly familiar to me; she felt like family.
     "Hello child. I've been waiting for your call."
     "Well, we went on a longer journey than expected - from Santa Fe to Chaco Canyon to Dulce to Taos. It was-" 
     "Chaco Canyon?"
"Yes."
"Good. I'm glad you made it there."
     "Well, I didn't mean to intrude on you, but we were so close to your house, I thought we'd at least see if you were still in Santa Fe."
     "I was expecting you. Would you like some tea?"
     "Hello. Can I come in?" a voice called out from the other room.
     "Oh that's my friend Angie."
     The frail man showed Angie into the kitchen where Ranna and I were standing and chatting. He looked at me and Angie, as if sizing us, and then left the room.
     "That's my husband. He's very leery of EVERYONE."
     "Oh, okay."
     "He has had some very difficult experiences. And he doesn't like being in the city."
     "Yah, I was surprised that you would be here."
     "It was imperative that we meet, dear child. Magdalene said we had to come to meet with you while you were here. So here we are."
     "Wow!"
     "She has something very important she wants you to do for her."
     "I knew when we first talked, the connection was for a reason."
     "It usually is. Magdalene is a very powerful force."
     "I'm beginning to understand that. I'm glad she had us meet in person."
     "Come, sit. Have some tea. Are you hungry? I was about to make some blueberry pancakes for me and Jeremiah."
     "I'm fine," Angie replied as she glanced at me with an unsettled look.
     We sat at the table, as the family cats found their way into the kitchen. Ranna walked over to the counter and finished preparing the pancakes.
     "Marta, do you know who I am?"
     "No."
     "Do you know why you think I'm your mother?"
     "How did you know that?" I was a little nervous that she was reading my mind.
     Lady Ranna smiled and began pouring the pancakes onto the hot griddle.
     "Jeremiah, come in here if you want your pancakes. He's very shy," she remarked as she turned and petted her cats.
     "I feel like we're interrupting something. Maybe we should come back later tonight? We can go check into our hotel," I offered.
     "My child, you're fine. Please stay and eat with me and Jeremiah. You too Angelina."
     "Blueberry pancakes sound good," Angie blurted out, still uncomfortable with the situation.
     "We open our home to you, and ourselves to you. You are supposed to be here. It is time you heard the answers you seek."
     Angie looked at me, then back at Lady Ranna. I could tell she thought the whole situation was creepy.
     "Lady Ranna, has anyone ever told you - you look like Mary Magdalene? I mean, you feel like her to me. I've met so many people along the way that THINK they're her - either they were her in another life, or they're her now, in the flesh. You know?"
     "Child, you are reading my energy field."
     "I am?"
     "It is in my record, yes."
     Jeremiah entered the kitchen and sat down at the table. He was still quiet, and had piles of papers in his hands, with a book on top.
     "What is all that?" I asked.
     "Jeremiah, are you ready to eat?" asked Ranna as she was filling his plate with the blueberry pancakes. He nodded but seemed very preoccupied.
     The four of us sat and ate while the cats jumped on and off the countertops. There was an awkward silence at the table, followed by the sound of a door opening.
     "Hey Mom, I'm home," a voice called out.
     Lady Ranna's face transformed as she smiled from ear to ear. It was obvious she was happy to hear her son's voice.
     Christian was surprised when he walked into the kitchen and saw us. He politely introduced himself and sat down in a chair alongside the kitchen wall.
     "I wasn't expecting you home so soon, Christian."
     "Mom, I need to talk with you. It's important."
     "Is everything okay?"
     "We won't be here much longer, Ranna. We need to check into our hotel before they think we're not coming and give our room away. It's New Year's Eve."
     There was another awkward silence at the table as we finished our tea and pancakes. Then finally Jeremiah broke the silence.
     "We would like you to come back this evening. There's something we must share with you. It's very important."
     Angie was shocked that he spoke, but nodded in agreement. We thanked them for the meal, and headed for the front door.
     "So we will see you tonight, child? You ARE coming back?" asked Lady Ranna, her voice part ethereal and part concerned about the impressions of Jeremiah's demeanor. She could sense he was making us uncomfortable.
     "Yes. Not sure what Angie has planned, but I'll be back."
     "Please return. Magdalene wishes it. About 7:30?"
     "I'm coming back, Ranna. I promise."
     Angie and I drove down the road in silence and found the hotel. We checked in and got situated. Each of us took turns showering and changing into fresh clothes. It would be laid back at Ranna and Jeremiah's so that was a relief. I didn't feel like getting dressed up.
     Angie wasn't thrilled to go back and hang out with Jeremiah. She just didn't like him, or trust, or feel comfortable around him. I was trying to figure out if there was something to really be nervous about, or if Angie's personal history was getting in the way.

We got lost on the drive back to Lady Ranna's but eventually found their house.      I bought a bouquet of flowers for my mysterious Magdalene acquaintance. She seemed so emotionally broken, so trampled on by the world.
Ranna was thrilled. Not only did she love the flowers, but she was ecstatic to see me again! She and Jeremiah had some important things to share, but only I could have made the decision to come back and find out what awaited me, she said.
     We all assembled back at the table, where Jeremiah was pouring through the paperwork from the afternoon. He looked up as we sat down, again sizing us up, as if he was checking for weapons or some other sign of danger.
     "I'm glad Jeremiah didn't scare you both away. He can put people off at times."
     "I'm fine, Ranna. You fine, Angie?
     "I'm fine," she replied.
     "I have to say Jeremiah - did anyone ever tell you - you look like Jesus? I mean, I'm sitting here next to you, and I can't get stop staring at you."
     "He's been told that before. When Jeremiah was young, he was so good looking. We used to call him Sananda."
     "Sananda - the ascended master?"
     "Yes, the one who anchors the divine light onto the earth. And to hold this light, you must become more and more purified," Ranna added.
     "Like alchemy? Purified in the process? Like burning down the house?"
     "What?" Ranna asked, with a puzzled look on he face.
     "Just an old Talking Heads song. Burning Down the House, burning off the dross." Well, at least I could be amused with myself. The two of them were so serious, it was making me even more nervous.
     "When you left, Jeremiah and I consulted our guides. We wanted to be sure of what we heard, when you were here. We got confirmation and need to share this with you."
     "I'm gonna step outside for a smoke, okay?"
     "Angie! When did you start smoking again?"
     "I brought a pack with me."
     "Have you been sneaking cigarettes the whole trip?"
     "I'm going outside for a few minutes. Give you all a chance to talk."
     "Angie you don't have to leave."
     "Really, I need some fresh air. Everything's cool, really."
Angie stepped outside and Jeremiah turned towards me. He was silent for a few minutes, looking at his papers, then up at me, and then his papers again.
     "Your friend is wise to give us some privacy," said Jeremiah.
     "What's going on? Is your son okay? He seemed upset before."
     "That's a very long story, my child. He's been followed for many years, and sometimes it gets overwhelming for him."
     "By who? Who follows him?"
     "You would know them as the men in black."
     "The men in black? They're real?"
     "The CIA has been at my door more times than I care to remember. They've threatened me before. When Christian was little, he was taken from me and his memories were erased. When we finally got him back, it took time for him to remember me."
     "Oh my God! That's scary!"
     "It took a long time to get him to remember things. But enough of that for now."
     "So what's up? Is this a Magdalene thing? Because all I know is you look like her and he looks like Jesus and I keep hearing ROYAL COUPLE in my head."
     "Remember we talked about Magdalene appearing to me in the Bruton Churchyard at Colonial Williamsburg? In Virginia? The early 90's?"
     "Yes. That story connected us. I often reread the things you said to me Ranna. That's why I went to Chaco Canyon and why I came here."
     "Well, sweet child of Roswell, you have to understand the alien entities worked with a secret sect of our government. They developed time machines and saw the final events of 2012. Then they worked their way backwards."
     "Backwards?"
     "Identifying the players. Who's who in the zoo."
     "You're losing me."
     "They're not going to sabotage the divine plan this time. There are those that are awakening at this time and -"
     The door opened and we all looked up to see Angie standing there with a worried look on her face. Her complexion had gone very pale.
     "What's wrong?" I asked her.
     "Someone is snooping around out here. I walked around the yard, and there's a guy walking up and down the street and he keeps looking in your house when he walks by."
     "Where's Christian? Is he here or did he go back out, Jeremiah?"
     "He's not here Ranna."
     "You need to tell me what Magdalene wants you to tell me. I really feel I need to know. You can say it in front of Angie."
     "Angie please sit down and try to relax. You are welcome here."
     "Yah Angie, calm down. I need to focus, okay?"
     "Marta - on June 8, 2004, the Venus transit will happen. It's a rare celestial event. At that time you will get a sign and it will be from Mary Magdalene. You will be directed to a series of people that will ultimately lead you to the South of France.
You are to follow all the leads. You will hear her voice more and more and you will follow in her footsteps. She will guide you every step of the way. As you awaken, your ancestral memories will awaken.
You will know what to do and where to go. Trust your intuition. Follow the signs. You are to look for an ancient artifact. It's called the Book of Love," finished Ranna.
     "The Book of Love?"
     "The secret teachings of Jesus the Christ, in written form. You are to look, between these points, here on the map. Jeremiah can show you."
     "The secret teachings of Jesus?"
     "Please pay attention to every detail."
     "Why don't you go there?" I snapped.
     "Because you have agreed to do this, we are here to remind you of that," assured Ranna.
     "I didn't agree to this. You did. Find it yourself! It's your research, your findings." I was surprised at the hostility that came from my voice, but it didn’t stop me from expressing my feelings to them. Obviously it had hit a main nerve in me.
     "You agreed to this. That's why we tell you this now."
     "Why me? You're the world traveler, Ranna. You have all the connections."
     "Stop it, Marta," Angie cut in, "this is important."
     "You've been to the Great Pyramid in Egypt. You said yourself you were initiated there. You've obviously been doing your work. Why me? I don't know anything. It's you, not me. You go!" I again snapped.
     "We are not the ones to do this. We have done our work. We have been instructed to pass it on to you, dear child."
     "I don't believe you!"
     "Don't be afraid. You are protected."
     Angie smiled that uncomfortable smile when she was trying to put on a display of confidence, all the while feeling uneasy. She made small talk with Lady Ranna while Jeremiah took over the conversation and pointed out features in the landscape of odd looking maps of the south of France.
     Angie could see my reluctance slowly transforming into agreement.
Lady Ranna and Angie went outside, leaving me and Jeremiah to pour over the names and places of the region. He made sure I took notes and listened to him, repeating the same things over and over and over again.
     "You must not forget this, nor turn away from it. You've seen the grail cup, haven't you? Here in this place? Didn't you tell Ranna that Yeshua appeared to you with the cup?"
     "Yes, but-"
     "That's why you're here."
     "But I don't get it. I don't understand what it means."
     "Haven't you ever heard - you don't seek the Holy Grail. It seeks you."
     "Jeremiah, I respect your efforts and your research. I really do. You and your family have obviously paid a price for being who you are. But I'm a little freaked out right now."
     "Do you have any questions about any of this?" Jeremiah said, as he looked at me as if he never heard me speak a word.
     "No, you've been very thorough with me."
     "Are you sure? You have no questions for me?"
     "No. I can sense what you're saying to me is true. I just need to let it sink in, okay?"
     "The Book of Love remains in higher frequency for now, but when it is ready to surface, you will feel the tug, the pull in your body. You will know when it's time."
     "I never knew Jesus wrote a book. It sounds kinda silly, but why not? Everyone else writes books. Why not the master himself?"
     "Just remember - it's a vibration, just like everything else. And you will feel it, as you get closer to it. Look at me - YOU WILL KNOW."
     Thankfully Angie and Lady Ranna came back inside and were laughing. That was a welcome relief. Apparently whatever Angie thought was happening before had faded away. A sense of normalcy was returning. Or whatever shreds of normalcy that remained.
     Jeremiah took his research and left the room. Angie tried to lighten things up by talking about the trip to Chaco Canyon.
     I floated in and out of the conversation, my thoughts still on what Lady Ranna and Jeremiah had just shared. I had not yet traveled to Europe, although there was an immediate desire to go to France as soon as the Magdalene legends found their way to me.
     A whole new worldview had unfolded when I realized the people in the south of France carried such a heart for the Madeleine, as they so affectionately call her.
     There were churches and cathedrals in her honor, and stories of her arriving at the shores of Saint Maries de la Mer, making her way through Provence and into the Languedoc region. There was the mystery of St. Sarah, the two Mary's known as Mary Jacobe and Mary Salome, other family and friends, and those who taught the principles of Yeshua's way.
     Why would the matrix of the Magdalene bring me to the desert in the American Southwest to meet up with Lady Ranna and Jeremiah and learn about the Book of Love?
     Seems like I was going in the opposite direction. Did unseen forces have a plan for my genetic code to be tweaked before it could be infused? It was a mystery but it was resonating in my body. I had chills all night long - those telltale goose bumps when things just feel right, even if they feel spooky.
Guess someday enough pieces of the puzzle would fall into place.
     I looked up to see Ranna staring at me. Was she reading my mind again? She abruptly stopped her conversation with Angie.
     "My child, the code is in the blood. Remember that. The code is in the blood!"

The rest of the evening was laid-back and low key. We talked a lot about Chaco Canyon, and drank herb tea. We listened to some strange music.
     Before midnight, Jeremiah joined in and we all toasted the New Year.      Shortly after that, Angie and I asked for our coats. It was time to go.
     We weren't but a few miles down the road when flashing lights signaled a police car behind us. I pulled over and the officer checked the car.
     I laughed at the irony of all the times in my life I had been drinking and driving and never got caught, but on this New Year's Eve, I hadn't had a drop of alcohol and was being pulled over. The policeman said I was driving erratically.
     Think we were being watched because of where we spent the evening. He searched the vehicle like he really believed we were hiding something important.      He finally let us go after an exhaustive search and drove off, seemingly disappointed.
     "Now that's strange. Neither of us had any alcohol but he pulls us over and says we're driving-"
     "Don't you get it, Marta?"
     "Get what?"
     "They knew where we were."
     "You mean Lady Ranna's house?"
     "Let me put it this way. Alien DNA, Roswell Air Force base, the men in black."
     "The guy you saw in the back yard?"
     "They were there in Taos."
     "They were?"
     "I saw them. Didn't tell you 'cause you've been so moody, and I wanted to make sure. They're tracking your movement. That's why he wanted to see your license. To make sure it was you."
     "That's a little paranoid, Ange."
     "Is it?"
     "Yes, even for me."
     "Remember what Ranna said - who's who in the zoo?"
     "So the Roswell base was the zoo, and all the little Air Force brats running around were alien hybrids?"
     "Maybe."
     "So now they're checking up on their mutant experiments?"
     "Go ahead and make fun of me, Marta I'm trying to watch your back."
     "You are, aren't you? That's sweet."
     "You're such an asshole sometimes!"
     "Let it go, Angie. Let 'em track me! Who cares?"
     "I care. They're watching you."
     "And if that's true, there's not much I can do about it."
     "Well, if they're watching you, then they're watching me."
     "You've had abduction dreams for years. They've probably been watching you since you were little."
     "Probably."
     "So you've been okay. They haven't tried to erase your memories," I reminded her.
     "Not yet."
     "Then why now?"
     "2012. Remember what Jeremiah said?"
     "Yah, that the government time traveled and went away to then and then back, to see who the players were, and what they were capable of doing."
     "Well, alrighty then."
     "They're looking for something? "Well I don't have what they're looking for."
     "Not yet," she declared.
     "What?"
     "Not yet you don't."
     "So you're saying they preprogrammed me?"
     "That's what my gut is telling me."
     "What could they have preprogrammed me for?" That possibility stunned me.
     "I don't know. Could be a million things."
     "Could be nothing."
     "Why don't you just accept the fact you're being watched?"
     "Because it's kinda scary, okay?"
     "Okay, Marta. You're right. Sorry for the paranoia."
     "At what point did my life turn into a conspiracy theory?"
     "You agreed to this remember? You're not an innocent victim," Angie again declared. She was really starting to piss me off.
     "Did I say I was?"
     "Well stop acting like you are. Get over yourself!"
     "Shut up!"
     "You were always moving in this direction. And now it's here."
     "What's here, Angie? What? The fucking apocalypse?"
     "It's time for you to do what you came here to do. And don't ask me what that is. I don't have an answer but it definitely involves Jesus and Mary Magdalene and the Book of Love. That's pretty obvious!"
     "There are things that Lady Ranna told me that are really haunting me."
     "Well, I don't know what they are sweetie, but they must be big or you wouldn't be so scared. But she said you were protected."
     "Dreams, visions, remote viewing, the Book of Love, Tim going off the deep end."
     "Tim couldn't handle where you were going. You know that."
     "I didn't know that, Angie. He broke my heart, that's what I know."
     "Did he?"
     "What's that supposed to mean?"
     "You never asked him to come back. It was like he opened the door, and you walked right through it. You just let him go, or maybe you just left him behind!"
     "That's not exactly the way it went down. I was told to let him go."
     "Yah yah, I know the story. There was another plan for your life. Something you agreed to - a long time ago."
     "Why would I agree to hurt myself like that?"
     "Guilt."
     "Guilt?"
     "Yah, you know."
     "No I don't know. Why don't you enlighten me?"
     "The Italian Catholic thing, Marta. It's always messin with your head!"
     "My head...in my head, I know you're right. But in my heart, I'm just not there yet."
     "You will. You need more time."
     "These are hard lessons."  
     "The lessons are the Great Work. Chaco Canyon, DNA, the Wingmakers, your experience at Bandelier, the voice of Magdalene following you every where you go, Jesus tipping you the Holy Grail. They are trying to tell you something. Somebody wants you to remember something ancient here, don't you see?"
     "The code is in the blood?" I asked myself.
     "Could be."
     "The Great Work - as in the Vitruvian Man - DaVinci's Vitruvian man - the perfected one - the final stage of human evolution - becoming conscious with the divine mind? Wow - where did that come from?"
     "Someone or something knows exactly what they're doing here, Marta. You're a pawn in a much larger game."
     "Do you think the government did this to me?"
     "No. I think they're watching you."
     "Do you think it's true about Roswell - and the experiments?"
     "Yes," Angie replied with conviction.
     "Those bastards!"
     "I know. As long as I've known you, you never had a clue about what they did to you. Sadie and I used to talk about it."
     "Why didn't you ever tell me?"
     "Do you think you would've believed me back then?"
     "I don't know."
     "You thought I was crazy twenty years ago."
     "So what? Did that ever stop you before?" I said, half-laughing.
     "It wasn't the right time. But now it is. I just know it. I can feel it in my bones."
     "Maybe they did something good to me? It doesn't have to be a bad thing."
     "Sweetie, you know some piece of the puzzle, and they're going to follow you until you figure it out. Mark my words." Angie spoke with absolute conviction this time.
     "Well maybe it's a good thing, something good for the world."
     "I'm not the one who was told about the Book of Love tonight, Marta. That was intended for you, just like the grail cup you saw in Santa Fe. Someone is trying to tell you something and other forces are running interference. Don't you get it?"
     "Is there a manual you read for this stuff Angie? 'Cause you speak as if you know their plan, like you've been studying it for years."
     "Every detail baby!"

As we walked back into the hotel, someone at the front desk told me a Mr. Bitters called twice, and he was emphatic about calling him back when I returned to the hotel.
     As if my life hadn't been weird enough tonight, now the hotel was telling me Brian called and was emphatic about me calling him back. Why now?
     Things had taken a turn towards the surreal, and were morphing quickly into the theater of the absurd. Determined to get some sleep, I popped one of my remaining sleeping pills and rendered myself unconscious. Maybe then my dreams could make sense of what I could not discern in waking reality.