Mary Sekret Sees The Dragon Who Created The Order

By Kristina Evans

Mary had lived many lives.
And with each transformation, a Secret remained in the shadows as she ignored her ancestral connection. A unity provided a change and with intervention, she looked forward to living in the light but she had chosen unwisely.
A beacon shone brightly and woke who was asleep. It was time to leave her life behind and travel to where she was guided.
No longer could she ignore who watched over her and once Mary accepted who she was, she exposed a Sekret.
Amongst the chaos came order, when Mary found the man referred to as The Dragon.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kristina Evans
• Release date: Oct 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005226008

Kristina Evans

Kristina Evans spent her childhood in Wales and while the adults shared stories at the local pub, she stayed at home with spirits of a different kind. Her grandmother provided protection but the experience remained until the family moved to Australia. Kristina learned how to block out the supernatural and being busy helped to strengthen the barrier.As time passed, energies tried to make contact and signs were provided but always ignored. Then a change of events found the author writing. Kristina was asked to work in a shop and experienced boredom. Trying to keep busy was impossible so she took up reading and heard the voice. Hoping that it was the chatterbox in her head going into overdrive, she turned to scrap-booking and wrote in her daughter's book.For a moment, the voice was gone but once pen was put to paper, she knew she was no longer writing about her daughter. The spirit came through with her message for others so Kristina left the shop and opened a laptop to allow spirits to share their stories of what they learnt when they lived amongst us.

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Chapter one

Through Mary’s eyes

‘Mary Sekret,’ said the judge with a stern look on his face as if I were to blame.

I was lost in my own world. I could hear him but I couldn’t answer. How did I end up in a courtroom? Wooden furniture took over most of the room and reminded me of a place I had visited before but I couldn’t remember.

‘How do you plead?’ bellowed the voice of someone who was becoming irate.

Silence filled the court room as I remained still, waiting for my fate to be decided.

‘Do you plead guilty?’ asked the judge, once more in a calmer tone, hoping I would admit guilt.

It was a long pause, though not in my mind. I wasn’t sure what to say but as I rubbed my heated hands together in frustration, I felt a rush of energy run through me and a few moments later, I had the answer.

While everyone presumed, I would say guilty and held their breath for me to admit to attempted murder, I had already decided that my future would not be spent in a prison. There was a way out. With a vision of freedom, I knew I was finally on the right path to find answers to my questions so I stood up and yelled, ‘I plead insanity!’

My husband’s furious, family members, filled the stagnant air with sounds of discontent. To them, it wasn’t justice for me to go to a mental institution. Most had no idea what I had been through. My life had been pushed in a direction I had no control of. Over and over, I had heard whispers and suspected abnormalities within myself that I couldn’t control. When a situation had presented itself for me to learn the truth, my husband had stood in the way. I had always felt as if he had been forced upon me to block me from knowing about the secrets which were hidden from me.

Inside, my body trembled with the unknown future that lay in the hands of an older man, dressed in robes and a wig. I wondered if his mood would decide my fate but my anxiety ended as my lawyer put forward the idea that my action could be considered an act of mercy. Witnesses had testified to my imprisonment in my own home so it was a possibility I would not end up behind bars.

As time slowed down so did the background noise quieten.

The mallet hit the wooden block as the judge declared, ‘Mary Sekret is pronounced insane!’

Not knowing how I felt, I grabbed my clean-shaven lawyer and hugged him with relief.

‘It’s not over yet,’ he whispered into my ear.

But to me anything was better than being trapped in another jail. All my life, I had been kept in the dark and if being pronounced insane, meant I would be in a place where there were probably others like me, then I believed it was a step in the right direction.

‘You will have to endure therapy sessions,’ stated the lawyer, picking up his books. ‘Maybe they can find a therapist who can help unlock the secrets that have been on your mind all these years.’

‘You never know,’ I answered, trying to drown out the sounds of the angry mob that were being shown to the door.

The lawyer spoke softly as he put his hand on my shoulder which he squeezed gently out of pity. ‘I hope you can end this path and choose another one.’

It’s not good to keep secrets, I thought to myself but I had nothing to release. So what led me to the point of trying to kill someone who I thought I had known for so many years?

Suddenly my senses were back and my lawyer was gone. In front of me stood a couple of guards.

‘I have faith in the system!’ I screamed as I was led away by strong-arms to a cell in the back rooms to wait my destiny.

Sitting on the hard bench brought on the reality of the situation. I had no family and my friends would have to decide for themselves whether I was really a lunatic, or just clever enough to get out of a jail sentence. The admission of being insane would stick forever. Was it the right thing to do? I didn’t know but it was too late. A stern-looking woman with her hair in a tight bun asked for my release. Before the guard could question her authority, papers were shoved in his face and he quickly fumbled with his keys to let me go.

‘I’m Marisa Courtney. If you think that being in a mental institution is an easy way out, then you are mistaken.’

I tried to speak but nothing came out. Whatever was meant to be, was going to happen with or without my approval so I decided to keep my mouth shut and followed her to a waiting room. The guard’s eager eyes scrutinised me until I was out of his sight. I was the responsibility of someone else which seemed to relieve him. The thought of me being a threat was amusing for a second, until the van sped towards the gates and I realised it wasn’t me he was worried about. It was the violent crowd of people who had gathered to curse me as the driver ploughed her way through.

It seemed strange that people could judge without all the facts but there was nothing I could do about it. Maybe one day, I could write a book on my experience that might help others to find another way out. I looked out the window and saw the faces of the family I had belonged to who now hated me. Maybe they could read the book and learn why it had been necessary to take the action that I did. But there was no point in dwelling as it wasn’t possible to change the past.

A building that housed the insane was something I hadn’t noticed before and I wondered where it was as the van quickly moved out of the city to the outer suburbs. In my mind, I pictured an old building surrounded by acres of land with landscaped gardens. Up ahead, I noticed a large building but the smell of perfume from the flowers would not be overwhelming my senses. The dry-brown, grass had not seen water in a while so my eyes focused on the concrete driveway which snaked towards the front entrance.

My interest changed when the back door of the van creaked open. Marisa stood completely expressionless as I clambered out to be escorted through the steel doors to a small room containing nothing. Instantly, I thought about the jail cell and how I would have been given a bed, toilet and a chair to sit on. Had I made the right decision? The cold flooring sent shivers through my body as I tried to make myself comfortable. My back ached so I slumped against a wall for support.

How I wished I had my comfortable couch which was waiting in my home but that was not going to happen. The realisation hit me. Tears poured from my eyes as I felt sorry for myself. It had not been my choice to be put into this position. Everything in my life had been forced upon me. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would try to kill someone. I was not a nasty person. My life could have continued with me not knowing anything and taking secrets to the grave but the urge had become too strong. Too many opportunities had arisen for me not to follow them.

My stomach grumbled as hunger set in. Trying to keep occupied when confined to a small space proved difficult. I banged against the small window within the door out of frustration. Boredom had to be avoided at all costs. I might not have got the attention I desired but through the small piece of security glass, I could see the television playing on the wall of the receptionist’s room. A movie was playing; it was one I had seen before. It had been one of my signs to go and look for the answer I so desperately needed.

The film distracted me but it also reminded me of the life I had had with my husband. It brought tears to my eyes to think of how the character was feeling stuck in a marriage that did not include love. At the time, I had thought of it as someone else’s drama being brought to the screen until the character’s name was called out and it was the same as my own. I watched a while longer before sinking back to the floor to think of other signs I had been given.

It had been a few years ago but for the life of me, I could not remember how it all started. At first, I had not thought anything of it but being told continuously by others, that I needed to travel to the other side of the planet, I, along with others, began to analyse the situation.

The only scientific answer was that my mother had spent time in Britain when she was alive. I knew she had extended her trip when she had visited Europe so she might have met someone. I could have a sibling who was calling out to connect with me. I spent time trying to analyse the situation to see if it was feasible or if it was just my imagination working overtime. Whatever the reason, I had been summoned and the only thing that had stopped me was my husband.

When the time had come for me to book the ticket, with the money I had stowed away, I still couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t stand the thought of the reaction I was going to get. But as the time drew closer to leave, the more I contemplated leaving a note. I was worried he would try to make me ill, lock me up or plant an illegal substance in my suitcase so I would end up in jail.

It’s ironic that I have ended up behind bars but under different circumstances. It was when my thoughts started to take over my emotions that things got out of hand. I began to wonder if he might poison me so when a friend joked about a bush that was growing next door which could provide a lethal dose of poison, I listened.

Looking back at my life since being with my husband, I knew the signs were no coincidence but I hadn’t thought matters through. I had been Mary Secret and I should have realised the mistake when I married a man with the family name of Sekret. Some had joked that we were probably related in a past life and I should have listened to the omen when he had asked for my hand in marriage. Who had pushed me?

I have time on my hands so I will figure it out. I went through the scenario again but the walls couldn’t provide an answer so I turned towards the door and a face appeared on the other side of the glass panel. Startled, I stood up straight but I knew I had nothing to fear as I returned the stare into his soft, brown eyes. His kindly look showed pity and for a moment, I felt relief that I actually might escape the four bare walls. He motioned for me to move back and obediently I did as I was told.

‘Follow me Mary,’ he said in a soothing voice as he opened the door. ‘My name is Dr Guard.’

‘Mary Sekret,’ I responded, realising that of course he would know my name.

Nothing else was said as I followed him down the corridor. Maybe he was giving me time to reflect on what I had done. Maybe he was analysing me, waiting for me to say something but for the moment, I had nothing to say.

The door, he stopped at, was solid much like the doctor’s build which I presumed meant he didn’t feel threatened by my small physique. That would explain why there was no need for an escort or guard. I was not a murderer and he must have known it.

‘Sit down,’ he said, pointing to a large, cushioned chair beside his desk. ‘Would you like a drink of water?’

I shook my head, registering the fact that I had definitely lost my words.

A spraying noise caught my attention and for a second, I wondered if it was some kind of drug that would make me speak the truth or if it was a potion which would calm my nerves. When did I get so suspicious? Obviously, whatever I was inhaling, he was too.

Pulling myself together, I did as I was told and made myself comfortable in the squishy seat. His eyes looked me over, making me feel vulnerable. He must have picked up on my emotion as he turned to look at my file on his desk and cleared his throat to let me know this was not going to be a silent session.

‘I’ll be blunt,’ he said, still looking at the papers in front of him. ‘For some reason, I have an overwhelming urge to let you go.’

Was it a trick question? Again, I had thoughts of distrust but how was it possible for him to let me go when I had just been convicted of attempted murder?

Turning his chair to face me, he took hold of my hands. ‘This is very unorthodox and something I would not normally do but I can’t help it.’ He let go of my hands to put his fingers through his hair. ‘I’ll probably lose my job over this but I have to let you go.’

Still suspicious of him, I took hold of his arm and with a small glimmer of hope that he was not testing me, I spoke, ‘I know how you feel. It’s very frustrating isn’t it when you are continually told to do something against your will.’

Dr Guard looked at me to confirm I was crazy as now I had just admitted that I heard voices in my head. I needed to save myself and fast.

‘Don’t panic,’ he said, taking my hand off his arm and placing it between his palms. ‘I know you’re not crazy, only a victim of circumstance. I have been in this business a long time and I have met many people in many situations and over the years, I have learnt to pick up on the signs of those who need to stay for treatment.’

With a sigh of relief, I let it all out, ‘I didn’t want to kill my husband. My intention had been to stir his tea with the branch from the Oleander tree to make him unwell. All I wanted was to take his focus off me. Over the last few years, he had become more and more intense with stopping me from achieving my goal. But the strange thing was that the more he stopped me, the more the signs were for me to go. Where, I don’t know! All I know is that I’m supposed to go to England. It could be all in my imagination but I have to find out why before I die.’

He put up his hand to stop me. ‘I have spoken with your friends and they are waiting outside in the car to take you to the airport.’

I started to question him but he interrupted, ‘It’s fine. Everything has been arranged by them. Your trip will go ahead as originally planned.’

Slowly, I left my chair still doubting him. I wanted to run but a part of me still thought it was some kind of test.

‘Let’s take a stroll outside. I think you need fresh air.’

I played along as he escorted me past the receptionist who nodded in response to the planned escape. For a moment, I thought I was going to achieve my goal and I felt the excitement build up inside me to the point of explosion. The closer we got to the doors of freedom, the more energised I became. When I spied my friend’s car in the car park, I knew he was serious.

‘Go,’ said the doctor, ‘I will advise the others of my decision after you are on the plane. Besides, I don’t think your husband was in any danger from the flowers you put in his tea.’

I couldn’t believe what was happening and I hoped his involvement wouldn’t end his career as I hugged him.

‘Thank you,’ I whispered, unable to let him go.

‘Go on, go and don’t come back.’

I ran for my life as the door opened for me by my three friends. Krystal, Seraphim and Rochelle grinned, thrilled to be involved in the adventure.

‘Put your seatbelt on,’ said an excited Seraphim. She had originally come up with the idea of a trip to Britain.

Krystal sat next to me and stated Rochelle would not be coming with us. I faltered with the seatbelt buckle as I took in the information.

‘Why not, Rochelle?’ I asked confused as she was the one who had taken over organising the trip.

‘It doesn’t matter,’ answered Rochelle abruptly as she concentrated on the road.

She didn’t need to be distracted from her driving so I kept quiet while I listened to a voice in my head, telling me she was not meant to go. Then it dawned on me. Rochelle had planned a holiday. One that tourists would take but I was not coming back and what I was looking for was something that wasn’t in the holiday brochure. Whatever I was meant to do was not for people wanting to take photos. It was something for my memory. Seraphim and Krystal were on an escapade and didn’t care about their return date.

We said nothing to Rochelle as we quietly grabbed our suitcases from her car. She was only interested in dumping us to make her getaway but as I watched her leave, I felt sad that she was missing out on her trip of a lifetime. Then I wondered if she would be in trouble for helping with my escape. Something told me she would be alright, that she was only a pawn in the game to get me to my destination.

‘We didn’t use her,’ said Seraphim. ‘It was her choice not to come. I know she went to a lot of trouble to organise everything but really it was only the flights and the hotel in London that was needed. Everything else is left to destiny.’

We pulled on the handles of our suitcases to check-in. My anxiety rose to the point that I almost backed out of the trip myself. Leaving everything behind weighed heavy on my heart. I was on a foolish adventure that was costing me money I didn’t have. I would be leaving my home and friends who would be associated with a runaway. My possessions that I had built up over the years, would be left behind.

‘They are only material objects,’ said Seraphim who I wished would stop reading my mind.

I knew she was right and I knew she was involved to make sure I didn’t choose a different path. I nodded. I didn’t need anything I had left behind.

‘Mary Sekret,’ said the woman behind the counter who was noticeably sick of trying to put passengers into seats on the plane. ‘Your, on again, off again, on again, booking for this flight means you have missed out on getting a seat with your friends.’

I had travelled before and knew my ticket had nothing to do with it. She just couldn’t be bothered trying to find three seats together.

‘It doesn’t matter,’ I answered, glaring at her.

Seraphim and Krystal were about to complain but I stepped in with my words of wisdom, to remind them that whatever the plan was on this journey, I would let it take its course.

From behind the counter, the woman passed me my boarding pass with a look of regret for being rude. I snatched it from her grip, instantly regretting the fact that I had drawn attention to myself. After all, I was a fugitive and should have been in hiding.

We walked the airport, trying to use up energy in preparation for the long flight. As we passed the shops, I looked at the items for sale that would fit nicely in my home. If I had been on a holiday, I would have bought them but my home was going to be somewhere else and who knew what possessions would surround me to remind me of times in my life. For all I knew, I could be going to a place that would end my life and therefore no materials objects would be required.

The only item I did purchase was a writing pad. It was going to be a twenty-six, hour flight and I needed something to pass the time away. I could try to read a book but I knew I couldn’t concentrate. What I needed was therapy so I decided to write and when I spied the words on the cover, Believe in yourself, I knew it was an omen. Then I knew why I was given a seat by myself; I had a goal and that was to write.

Manoeuvring myself to fit into my seat as my new companion sat next to me, I wished I had at least gone business class. I could have paid for it with my visa card. After all, I wasn’t coming back so what did it matter if I had someone else who was looking for me? My conscience wouldn’t let me. Besides, if I could lie down, I think I would probably go to sleep and then no words would have been written as I would have been too comfortable. I think sometimes in life, you have to be uncomfortable so you can achieve what is needed to be done in this lifetime.

No pain, no gain, was what I heard when another lady squeezed next to me.

A whole day of writing and doing nothing but daydreaming would have been appealing but as I opened my book to write, I knew I was not going to enjoy it and when the ladies each side of me decided to chat, I put my pen away. There was nothing in my life to write about anyway. My whole life, I had been in the dark which had been made darker when I had been tricked into marrying a man who had got me pregnant. Looking back, I couldn’t believe how gullible I had been. So, so, so, very stupid. I should have left him after losing the baby but I was too vulnerable.

I was grateful to my husband for looking after me in my sensitive state, although I really knew it was an act to keep me with him. I remembered going to his masseuse when I had hurt my neck and she had told me, he was the darkness and I was the light that had to fight.

When I questioned her, she had told me I had misheard her but I hadn’t and I never forgot what she had to say even though I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

‘I’m Janet,’ said the woman next to me, bringing me back to the present.

‘I’m Julia,’ replied the other woman who was also interested in bringing me into their conversation.

They looked at me for a response.

‘I’m Mary,’ I said, reluctantly knowing we were in for a long discussion. It did occur to me to swap seats with one of them and pretend to be tired but their banter had already started. They were both single women with an urge to travel to Britain. They were in their fifties, and I wondered if all the women on the plane were merely going through a mid-life crisis. Was I going through an early menopause? Had I gone through this episode in my life because of a hormonal imbalance? I felt panic hit me hard with a sense of hopelessness.

How could I believe in what I was doing if it was not spiritual but something that science hadn’t figured out how to deal with yet? I could be going insane and now I was trapped. My brain went fuzzy. The blood inside me moved quickly, thanks to my increased heart rate. Then came the gasps for air. Any second and the staff would be coming over to tranquilise me, once they noticed I had lost control. My thoughts became irrational as I considered how embarrassed I would be.

But then Janet spoke which distracted my inner dialogue and brought my bodily functions back to normal, ‘I’m going to Scotland for New Year’s Eve.’

Julia’s excitement grew. ‘So am I!’

‘The Hogmanay!’ they both screamed together which alerted a few of the nearby passengers who were also involved in the calling.

I felt as if I was getting signs but the left side of my brain, being the logical side, told me it was all a coincidence. I really needed to give up on thinking as now there was a debate going on with my reckless, right side of my brain, which demanded that I was going to Britain for a reason. My head hurt so I decided to try to sleep.

My time on the plane was filled with broken dreams, distraction and food. I had spent twenty whatever hours getting on and off the plane, eating, drinking and going in and out of consciousness. When we finally landed, all I could think of was if my jeans would fit as I had packed them in my suitcase months ago.

Glad to stand up, I stretched and felt the pain my leg. Deep vein thrombosis was something I hadn’t heard of until my friend