The Pilgrims' Way Cafe (Maggie McCready’s Travelling Tarot Adventures) Paranormal Cozy Mystery by Melody R. Green Book Sale & Giveaway
A spellbinding adventure through mystical realms and celestial encounters
The Pilgrims' Way Cafe
Maggie McCready’s Travelling Tarot Adventures Book 2
by Melody R. Green
Genre: Paranormal Cozy Mystery
Maggie finds herself in an adventure with eight Archangels (including Archangel Michael) who have asked her to help them clear the negative energies around a very old pilgrims' route on Dartmoor, called The Archangels' Way. They're on a mission to rid the Way of the impact of human history, smugglers, highwaymen, ghosts, pixies, energy centres, churches, ley-lines, death, peat bogs, gallows, haunted inns, rolling mists, stone circles, standing stones and holy wells.
It's a
fascinating place with energy wormholes and crossing points between
the dimensions giving Maggie and the Archangels plenty of
disturbances to try to balance and of course Phineas, Archdemon and
the Archangel of Chaos is there to make the task as difficult as
possible.
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The Angel Tea House
Maggie McCready’s Travelling Tarot Adventures Book 1
Maggie McCready is a travelling tarot reader who offers spiritual advice over a cup of tea and a charmed biscuit or two.
Maggie arrives in Angel Street to support tea blender and café owner, Lucy Silverton who is being targeted by unknown sectors of the community, undermining her confidence and business. Maggie must find out who is bullying the businesses of Angel St Business Network while keeping herself safe. This is her first mission assisting Archangel Michael and the Legions of Light to protect the suburb from the encroaching dark forces. Armed for the fight with only her kind heart, tarot deck in hand and her entourage of mystic beings, she has a lot to learn about Spirit, the dark forces and herself before this adventure ends.
Definitely something is brewing in Angel St, and it's not just the tea!
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Maggie stared at the clock on her bedside table. Its
luminous, green figures clicked up at 2 AM. She closed her eyes and turned
over. It was no good. She wasn’t going to sleep tonight. She did a check of her
body’s energy field, but all seemed well. That wasn’t the problem then. She was
driving to Lyme Regis in the morning, another town, another opportunity to read
for the locals, and share her special form of magic and healing. She rubbed her
eyes and yawned. It wasn’t even a full moon, or eclipse energy, that had
disturbed her peaceful slumber. Maybe a
cup of cocoa, she thought, sitting up and sliding her legs out of the bed
and onto the rug on the wooden floor. She hurried to the bathroom, relieved her
bladder and then washed her face and hands, the cool water quite pleasant after
the warmth of her bed. Looking in the mirror she saw her ruby-red hair stood
out all around her pale face. Her colouring showed her Celtic origins. At five
foot nine, she was tall with a heavier build than was fashionable, looking less
like a model and more like a warrior without the muscles. Lightly clasping the
handrail, she walked down the stairs. Maggie resembled an almost ghostly figure
in her blue pyjamas that were covered in grey sloths. She had never seen a
sloth up close, but these were comical and cute, and she thought described her
rather well. As she wandered into the kitchen, a large yawn took over her body,
and as she opened her eyes she almost fell over. The light was so bright in the
room. It was as though forty spotlights were shining in the kitchen, aimed at
her. She covered her eyes, breathed in deeply and slowly, and then opened them.
The bright
lights weren’t spotlights, they were the combined energies of many large,
angelic beings, wearing their finest regalia. She scanned the kitchen looking
for an angel she knew. Leaning against the back door was Archangel Michael. He
was dressed for battle. No long, flowing, white robes, harps playing, cherubs
sweetly singing for him. He was encased from top-to-toe in black, even his
wings were camouflaged and held close to his body. The planes of his face were
sharply angled, and his white-blonde hair cut close to his head. The main
feature of his face were his startling sky-blue eyes.
He raised his hand in salute and said, “Hello, Maggie, my
dear. How are you?” It was some months since Maggie had worked with Archangel
Michael in Angel Street. She gave him a brief nod, and then turned to grab milk
from the fridge, a small milk saucepan for the stove, and began measuring out
the milk to heat.
“Well, that
wasn’t a very warm welcome, Michael, are you going to introduce us?” The
tallest angel smirked.
Maggie looked at the
fifteen-foot-tall angel. He, unlike the others in the room, carried a sword
across his back. So, you’re a warrior,
even though your demeanour is gentle, thought Maggie. In fact, while
Michael was all honed muscle and warrior black, this angel was dressed more
casually. He looked a bit like a medieval knight, without the armour, dressed
in dark grey leggings and a leather-looking tabard. His face was open. Laughter
lines etched around his bright green eyes and unruly light brown curls graced
his head.
“Maggie,
this giant here is Archangel Sandalphon. Don’t think his height makes him
stronger or more important though,” he said. “Sandalphon … Maggie.” And with that Archangel Michael moved back to
lean on the door again.
“Maggie, it’s
a pleasure to meet you officially. I say officially because you call my name
with every note you play on the cello.
It’s always a delight to hear a human soul make music; but let’s talk
more of that later. We hope you won’t mind helping us.
Michael assures us” – his arms spread wide to include all
the other angels – “you’re the right human to ask for help with a little
problem we have. Is your cocoa ready? How about you pour, and I’ll introduce
you to everyone here, and we can begin?
Maggie
lifted the milk saucepan from the stove top just in time as the milky bubbles
rose to the top. She added it to the cocoa powder, honey, and cinnamon,
stirring the liquid in her mug to remove any lumps. Once that was done, she placed the saucepanin
the sink, turned on the tap and allowed the water to fill the saucepan to help
release the boiled milk from the shiny metal, and then went to sit down at the
wooden table. The angels moved en-masse and rearranged themselves, with
Sandalphon in the centre and Archangel Michael leaning on the back door again.
“So firstly, we are all Archangels,
some of our names you’ll recognise, others may be new to you. My twin,
Metatron, you may have heard of, but he is busy with other things, so he won’t
be here for this adventure. Along with Gabriel and Raphael” – he pointed his
hand to each in turn – “but you may not have heard of these. This is Tzadkiel,
Haniel, Azreal and Israfel, and of course you already know Michael.” He
grinned.
As Sandalphon mentioned their names,
they smiled in welcome or lifted their hands and turned. It was a lot for
Maggie to take in, especially at 2 AM in the morning.
“Don’t worry about that, you don’t know them yet. Over time,
they will explain what they’re about. But suffice to say, that each of us, and
many others that are not here, have special tasks. We are like team leaders for
groups of angels that interact with humans, and this has always been our
overarching role since the beginning of Earth. However, humans were always
expected to live on Earth, and we were tasked with being your companions,
helpers, and guides. As you have probably learned from Michael, there are
special places on the Earth’s grid that we look after. And one of these is a
pilgrim route called The Archangels’ Way. This journey from Brentor to
Chagford, like all pilgrimages, is a journey of self-discovery for the pilgrim.
For many hundreds of years, The Way was hidden from all but a few pilgrims, but
now there is more of an opening in human thinking, and more humans are now
taking the road of the pilgrim, in accordance with the Great Plan. We are
overseeing this realignment of The Way for humans of this present time, and we
are there to help them work with the internal patterning and making significant
shifts in the spiritual and emotional
understanding of themselves and their journey currently.” He came up for
breath.
“How does that
require me?” asked Maggie, sipping her cocoa.
“Before I
answer that question, Maggie, I need to make you aware of more information, is
that ok?” he asked. Maggie nodded. “Have you heard of the seven deadly sins and
the seven heavenly virtues?”
“Do you mean
those spoken of in the Bible, greed, lust, sloth?” Maggie looked at her pyjamas covered with
sloths. “And others, right? I’m not sure of the full list, not being a Sunday
school participant,” she said.
A grin
broke out across the faces of the Archangels, and it was as though all the
lights of the world had been filtered to their smiles, bringing an unnatural
bright glow to their faces. Maggie sat back in her chair as she surveyed them.
She looked at each face so different from the other and yet, energetically
linked. Then she looked across to Archangel Michael, who was not smiling but
was simply raising his eyebrows at the scene.
Sandalphon
continued. “Each soul plays their way through the vices and virtues in their
many incarnations of life, until they have the fullest understanding of their
own humanity, and that of others. This understanding enables compassion and
love for others and opens a soul to their life mission. The idea of the
pilgrimage is that the pilgrim grows in godliness and, for many religious
requirements,perfection, and rebirth. The idea of pilgrimage is also found in
indigenous cultures as well. In fact, all human societies are aware of the need
for time out from the material way of life, and renewal of the spirit of each
person as they reconnect to nature and Source. What we’ve been seeing over
recent times, is the knowledge of the way, the truth … and I use that word
advisedly.” He paused.
“Because there is no absolute truth,
only the truth through an individual soul’s experience. Or a collective truth
that is held by a group of people?” Maggie pondered.
“Yes, exactly!” Sandalphon nodded
his head, “When each soul has aligned with their own truth, the human
collective will be ‘The Truth’, in the acceptance of everyone’s truth being
valid … and together they will be the whole truth. Of course, as we stand now,
we are a long way from that truth, but The Archangels’ Way being open to more
humans is the path forward to that. Currently, it’s being seen as more of a
walker’s exercise than a spiritual one. This lack of understanding is either
because they don’t have a religious understanding or are asleep to their soul’s
journey. It means The Archangels’ Way is open to more negative energies. These
walks are often on energy ley lines, or power points, if you like, and so
attract vast amounts of energy, I believe Michael has already mentioned to you
the significance of place names to us, and our need to protect our namesakes?”
“Yes. We worked on Angel Street
earlier in the year.”
“So this would not be
unfamiliar to you, then. In The Archangels’ Way, we have many different
energies and times across many dimensions converging in this centre. As we work
to upgrade the
energies of The Archangels’ Way and rebalance the pilgrims
who come to the area over the next three months, we would like you to help us
ground in that energy and be a conduit for the people, and us. Will you help
us?”
She looked at the Archangels, who
appeared to be holding their breath as they waited for her reply.
“I was leaving for Lyme Regis this
morning.” Maggie looked at the clock again at 2:45AM.
“We are aware of that, and all we
would ask is you spare us three months and then you can go to Lyme Regis. We
would like you to stay in Belstone, a village on Dartmoor National Park, and
part of The Archangels’ Way route. There is a coffee shop and guesthouse you
can stay at, and you will do your usual work as a tarot reader and angel
business coach. Along with the work we require.”
Seven pairs of eyes, silently
pleading with all the pull of kittens or puppy dogs. Maggie knew when she was
beaten. She sighed. “Okay!”
And a chorus of hallelujahs, whoops,
and a chorus line from a West End show followed, as the angels celebrated with
high kicks in a song and dance finale routine. Michael smiled where he stood,
his eyes twinkling back at her, watching the antics of his brothers and sisters
and said, “Enough you lot! You’ve got things to do, and Maggie needs some more
sleep.”
“We can answer
more of your questions on the road to Belstone,” Sandalphon said. And as though he’d snapped his fingers and
switched off the lights, the archangels left en-masse, leaving the kitchen in
the early morning gloom.
Michael moved to Maggie. “Thank you, Maggie, for agreeing. I
wasn’t sure you would agree to work with us again.”
“What’s three months, Michael? A
blink of an eye, right?” Maggie smiled, stood up and put her mug in the sink to
wash.
“Get some sleep, Maggie. Sweet
dreams.” Michael saluted, turned, and disappeared.
Maggie climbed the stairs to her bed
and yawned. Time for sleep, she
thought. Everything else would come soon enough.
Melody R. Green is an Angel Intuitive who uses her gifts to help people work through the ups and downs of love, relationships, and the other big events of life, guiding them to connect back to “Spirit” and their own intuition. She has much first-hand knowledge of connection to Spirit as she lives in a home filled with spirits of many kinds, who speak to her often. Melody Lives in Sydney, Australia.
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