Max MacNeil & the Secrets of the Amulet

By Marie Ireland

Max held the diary out in front of him. He could feel a powerful vibrating energy coming from it. Images of numbers appeared in his mind; then, suddenly, the diary shook. Zac's eyes bulged in shock at what he was witnessing.

'What the-Max, you're levitating.'

... What they saw next turned their mind into overdrive ...

 

 

 

Max MacNeil's life is turned upside-down when he discovers that his mother has been keeping secrets from him. Furthermore, he learns that he has inherited a powerful magical gift.

 

But with this power comes great responsibility and the need to find courage, as he is faced with illusions of his reality. Time is against Max, and together with his friends, they embark on a dangerous mission into the ancient past of a secret magical world to fulfill an extraordinary quest that will change the fate of humanity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marie Ireland
• Release date: Aug 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223020721

Book preview

PROLOGUE

I, Kazukiana, fell to my knees in despair, feeling the pain of my entire Native American people calling for their survival. Our culture had a significant place in this world in aligning with Mother Earth in her beauty and purpose for all humanity.

Many years ago, my body left Earth as I was called upon into the higher dimensions of our universal cosmic galaxy, which consists of many universal dimensions and realms unknown to man. These dimensions and realms are unseen energy fields that exist on many levels in the entire galaxy. I can transition my spirit through any realm I wish, but that day, I was being pulled by a powerful energy into a dark hole of nothingness, and it was now clear to me I was being summoned, as great sorrow had tormented the human race for centuries.

The human divide between Native Americans and the Ancient Egyptian culture became paramount as their fear festered in the power of a Sacred Pyramid Amulet. This Amulet originated from the Native Americans, who discovered it cemented in mountain rocks and found that it held magical powers. It was the highest form of power man could attain, and it was specifically for the alignment of all creation. The beauty of it captured the desire of anyone who set eyes upon it. These powers were embedded in the Amulet’s ancient green moldavite crystal stones, which were laced with gold, and if it got in the wrong hands, it became an obsession for any human with evil tendencies.

Over many years, the Amulet gave the Native Americans divine wisdom, as they knew how to be in alignment with its powers through pure intention. Their culture was a source of the highest wisdom upon Earth; therefore, they taught all cultures around them how to live with wealth in all areas of human life.

The Native Americans kept the Amulet in the sacred pyramids of Egypt, behind the stone walls for safekeeping. However, some Ancient Egyptians ruled through greed and were threatened by belief in the Native Americans, who used the hidden magical energies through this sacred Amulet to align humanity. So, through the many years of striving to attain this magic, the Ancient Egyptians finally stole the great Amulet, but because they didn’t know how to retrieve the wisdom from it, they ended up casting a spell over it by drowning and freezing it into rock. They now called this an amuloc, as it was locked into place, hiding it forever.

The Ancient Egyptians still used the knowledge they had gained, but instead, they used greedy intentions to showcase their superior wisdom over others. This gave them a platform they were to be worshipped upon. The Native Americans discovered the Amulet was missing after realising their powers to excel were diminished, and by failing to find it, they ended up leaving the area and creating a new settlement thousands of miles away.

As centuries passed, life was cruel. Dark ages descended upon the human race, and evil men ruled the world. Women were beaten, and men would continue to attain their superior power over humanity by instilling fear amongst those who did not obey. Starvation would worsen in civilisations, and the smell of death from human control became sickening proof of human self-destruction.

There was no escape from the evil rulings of the world because, without the sacred Amulet released, an inherited force created the starvation of the all-knowing human wisdom that was now lost. Humanity suffered corruption, destroying the balance of male and female energy and its deepest sacred wisdom.

From this evil control, children were orphaned and grew up consumed with vengeful battle, and each generation was moulded and forced into a society enslaved to their own inherited beliefs. They had no inner wisdom and power against evil or ability to live a life without being controlled. To this day, these darkened times kept hold upon humanity by limiting human evolution.

Through these darkened years upon my summoning, I created a pure light portal to birth a fifth-dimensional being upon planet Earth. He was the only man created through this hidden portal gateway of pure light. This portal allowed access into another realm. A man called Darion, who was an Elaydian Manafichosis that was materialised with no inherited, distorted DNA.

Darion was not born through human birth. A Manafichosis being is a bodily manifestation of pure light energy that is free from all distorted, evil human DNA. Manafichosis allows his being to have the ability of the physical body, travelling through lifetimes in search of the cursed symbol.

Darion’s purpose was to carry a sacred spiritual gift, the ability to expose the real truth about how humans were meant to live in alignment with the abundance of wealth and pure intention. He could remember all the lifetimes spent searching for the curse over the Amulet that corrupted and controlled all timelines throughout human history. His sacred mission, the attempt to free humankind from their habitual evil, came with extreme danger from the species of corrupted evil. Upon being summoned for this great purpose, his time here on Earth was to be lived like a normal human being while he was on his great mission.

CHAPTER

1

HOME TOWN

The sun streaming in through the partially opened curtains and the sound of pans clattering had woken Max. The excitement flooded his body as he leapt out of bed. Today was Saturday the 11th of December 2021. Max turned eleven today, and with the clattering of the pans, he knew his mum was cooking his favourite pancakes.

Max had dark hair with a boyish, swished-to-the-side haircut and olive skin, and he was a bit short for his age. He was a good kid, and his nature was on the quiet side. He lived in a beautiful two-storey Victorian-style country home looking over the main street of the picturesque village in Arrowtown, New Zealand. The house was restored to the original architect’s finest detail but with soft, pastel baby blues and yellows framed with polished timber throughout the house. Arrowtown had an olden-day, Victorian-era look to it. The shops and houses were restored but kept with that same classic Victorian style. It was a very friendly town, and Max and his mother had lived there all his life.

As he woke, he heard the busy-ness outside, so he ran to his front bedroom window and flung his curtains open, witnessing the bustling of all the kids out early in the streets with their parents, walking their dogs, laughing, and to his far left, he could see lots of children playing near the local corner dairy. Arrowtown’s streets were shared by traffic and people, and often this was a place where many gathered to listen and watch the talented buskers and creative artists of all sorts—bike riders, lots of joggers, and so on. He remembered that it was the first day of the December summer holidays, and he was so excited. He had weeks of doing whatever he wanted. Still in his pyjamas, excited about his birthday breakfast, he ran out to the hallway and down the creaky stairway that was positioned in the middle of the house, directly in the line of the front door. He veered right, heading through the large archway entrance into the kitchen, and his mum greeted him with a huge birthday hug.

‘Happy birthday, my beautiful son. I love you. I have your favourite breaky.’

‘Thanks, Mum. Love you too.’

Max’s mother, Jessie Woods, was a kind, humble person who always encouraged Max to cook with her. She handed him the pancake mix so Max could start pouring it into the hot pans. Jessie was a tall, slender lady with layered, light brown, shoulder-length hair. She was forty-five years of age, with a healthy physique. Health was very important to her, so she made sure they ate fresh, healthy, home-cooked meals. She was a real homemaker and always had an apron on. It was either her kitchen, housekeeping, or garden apron. Jessie had a passion for being organised in the home.

Max was enjoying his pancake cooking when suddenly he heard his father coming down the creaking stairs. Jessie looked at him, realising what was wrong, but it was too late—he was caught.

The harsh sound of his father’s deep voice always vibrated through Max’s being. ‘Son, what are you doing in your pyjamas?’

Max froze, realising he wasn’t dressed. Max’s father, Bill Woods, was a very strict man. He even looked serious. He was a fifty-one-year-old European man, had dark hair and dark, very olive skin, was quite tall, and his dress sense was the quirky, olden-day Victorian suit style. Often he would wear pinstriped suit pants with white shirts, but his jackets were very quirky colours. Blues, oranges, greens, reds, copper, some stripy, and some with artistic patterns. He set a high standard for the perfect men’s fashion style in the small Arrowtown village and would often be complimented. He always looked the picture, but even more so, he was also very particular about people having proper etiquette, so walking around in nightwear anywhere was not something he liked at all.

Max gulped, not knowing what to say, but his mother saved the day with a little white lie. ‘Sorry, Bill—my fault. I told Max to not get changed this morning, as I had to get his clothes from the hot water cupboard for him, and I was also doing a nightwear and sheet wash today, so it didn’t matter if he got food on them.’

Jessie eyeballed Bill a little, still trying to hint that it was Max’s birthday. But instead, Bill looked at Max and commented sarcastically in a stern voice, ‘So, Max. Can you not get your own clothes from the hot water cupboard? Quick, go and get changed now.’

Max bolted up the stairs, obviously feeling quite shaken, as he always did when Bill spoke to him that way. Max started to feel more hurt as he realised his dad had forgotten it was his special day. Max always had such a lovely outlook on life and would try to stay positive. Each morning when he was just a baby, his mum used to put the music on. That habit stopped because, unfortunately, Bill didn’t like noise in the mornings.

Max was a quiet boy, not so confident, but he was such a good kid. He would do anything he was asked, and every morning, he would help his mother with the breakfast and dishes. In the evenings, he would chop and stack the wood, sweep the porch, help with the laundry, wash dishes, vacuum, and dust. Anything his mum needed help with, he was there. Max changed into his favourite outfit: black jeans and a white T-shirt. He headed downstairs, but felt deflated by his father’s mood. Max walked into the kitchen, trying to lift his spirits.

‘Oh, by the way, Max,’ said his dad. ‘Happy birthday, and glad to see you have found your clothes.’

Max strained a smile in appreciation for the birthday wish, but, of course, the finding-the-clothes comment was not thrilling.

Jessie looked over at Max, signalled him to cheer up no matter what, and whispered to him to try and make light of it. ‘You’re okay, son. Don’t worry about him—he is just a grumpy man. You finish the pancakes, and I will get this washing on.’

Max felt a little better and continued the pancakes. After both sides were golden brown, he flipped them out of the pan, onto the plates his mum had by the stove. Jessie returned from the laundry, collecting the plates, serving them on the nicely set table. The table was positioned about five metres in front of the kitchen bench near the side of the wall as you walk into the kitchen. It was decorated with beautiful, freshly cut flowers from Jessie’s garden, and the table cloth was that perfect blue-and-white checkered look accompanied by a bowl of whipped cream and fresh blueberries. Bill was always a little unimpressed and expected everything to be exact, but Max always appreciated how his mum made the home perfect. They ate their breakfast, and Max quickly helped clean up.

Jessie turned to Max, making a suggestion for the day. ‘Son, do you want to go to lunch and then the movies? Just you and me, as Dad has some work to do, so we can go if you want.’

‘Oh, yes please, Mum.’

They finished the morning chores. Jessie packed a bag of snacks. They put their hats and glasses on as they headed out the front door, meeting the pavement just outside their front fence. As they walked down the street, as usual, they were greeted by friendly locals. There was a warm-hearted community in Arrowtown. A lot of people liked Jessie, as she was a down-to-earth, humble, soft-hearted woman who always spoke kindly to people. She had the perfect combination, making others feel important and cared for. They headed down the road and stopped off at a local cafe for lunch, then headed further along the main road to cinemas. They passed the local corner store and crossed the road, passing the local town park, and a few metres further on the same main road, they reached the cinemas. There was a long line of quite a few kids, and he recognised some from school. The two of them gathered their popcorn and extras from the front cinema shop outside and lined up.

Jessie and Max had a fantastic day. The movies, yummy lunch, and mingling with the crowd watching all the sideshows on the main street while they enjoyed Max’s favourite blueberry and lime ice cream. He felt very spoilt and loved hanging out with his mum. She always went out of her way to give Max the best time as much as she could. Max looked around at the crowd and noticed so many families enjoying each other’s company. A sadness came over him as he realised he never had that bond with his father, and he began thinking about why his dad didn’t spend time with them.

Jessie could see Max feeling sad, so she quickly shook him and spun him around with happiness, as she always used to do to lift his spirits, and made a suggestion. ‘Hey, son. The sun’s coming down, so let’s get home, and I will make your favourite—alphabet soup.’

Max agreed, thinking of his favourite of his mum’s home-cooked soups. They walked a few metres on the beautiful old pavement that ran along the front of their street. They turned into their perfectly white picket fence, opening their gate and strolling up to their short, inviting, picture-perfect garden pathway entrance and up a couple of steps onto their front porch. The front porch was perfectly laced with Jessie’s flowerpots and hanging flower baskets. People always admired the beauty of their homes. Jessie was a proud homemaker, and everything she did, she did with passion and pride. They removed their shoes and headed inside. As they were walking to the pastel lemon wash-up room near the bottom of the stairs, Max and Jessie peered to the left on the other side of the stairway, looking into Bill’s study to see if he was home. His study was very structured. His books had to be in the right place. The bookshelf was built into the back wall, and his dark, polished timber desk was positioned in front of the bookshelf, right in the middle. His décor was striking. Beautiful, polished wooden furniture with an old Victorian-style brown leather couch accompanied matching chairs and footstools. Max could see his father stretched out; it appeared he was napping.

Max and Jessie both quietly continued to the washroom to wash up, then headed to the kitchen. Max started to help his mum prepare the vegetables. Jessie didn’t just create a basic alphabet soup; she made sure it had lots of healthy vegetables and shredded organic chicken. As the soup was cooking, Max helped his mother with the night chores, folded the washing, and made the beds. By this time, the soup was ready. Max set up the table while Jessie went to check if Bill was awake. Max could smell the amazing aroma and couldn’t wait to get stuck in, but he had to sit patiently until his dad was at the dinner table. They had certain rules in their house, and Bill was always very strict about them. Bill entered the room and sat down in silence, and Jessie returned with a big box all wrapped up.

Max clapped his hands in excitement. ‘Oh, cool, a present. Thank you, Mum and Dad.’

‘You are welcome, son,’ said Jessie. ‘It’s not much, but I hope you will enjoy it.’

Max smiled as he appreciated any gift. He opened it and pulled out an awesome new black backpack. It had MAX written on it in blue, and inside were some special army things, a trendy new white T-shirt, a very stylish navy-blue jacket, and some cool black jeans. He felt super excited to have some new clothes. As he pulled them out, he noticed a very cool pocket torch. He flicked a little clip on the side, and it separated into four smaller torches. He had never seen anything like it before.

‘Wow, four in one.’

There was also a compass, a water bottle, a cap, and a lunchbox. Max stood up and went over to hug his mum. Of course, his dad didn’t like hugs and just pulled out his fist to do a fist punch while he was reading his newspaper. Max knew the present was all his mum’s idea and tried not to take too much notice of his dad’s moods. Jessie ladled the soup up, and Max sat back down, patiently waiting for his father to start eating. The ritual was always this way. Max pondered how strict his father was and why everything had to be so exact or the way he wanted it.

Why was he the boss? And what a ridiculous rule that he had to eat first and everyone else couldn’t start before him.

As Max thought deeply about his father’s strange, strict ways, he placed his spoon in his large bowl of soup. As usual, he enjoyed watching the letters floating up to the surface, and as they randomly appeared, he always tried to make up words from the letters he could see. Sometimes, words didn’t make sense to him, but he sounded them out anyhow. He patiently watched the letters float around and emerge from beneath the first letter ‘O’, and then, as the letters gently followed one after the other, he sounded the word out.

‘O-liv-i-a-na.’

Suddenly, a loud crashing sound and smashing on the floor. Jessie dropped the glasses of water she was carrying to the table. Bill looked up angrily at the crash.

‘Are you okay, Mum?’ asked Max.

‘Argh, yes.’

‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost.’

‘I will get the vacuum.’ His mum shuddered. ‘Please stay sitting, as there is glass everywhere.’

Jessie rushed to the laundry, closing the door behind her. She could feel panic in every inch of her body, a shivery tingle running from her head to her toes. The intense feeling of shock and sadness and grief rose in her chest. She breathed more rapidly, and her heart pounded. Her tears welled up in her throat and then poured down her cheeks. She sobbed from her core as she breathed rapidly and felt this uncontrolled feeling she could not stop. She opened the back door to the laundry and ran outside. She rushed towards her cottage flowers and sat there, weeping. It was always a place where she went to heal, to make herself feel better. She bent down and whispered the name: ‘Oliviana, Oliviana, Oliviana.’

She allowed her tears to keep coming. The pain in her heart and the shock of this happening tonight overwhelmed her. She just couldn’t understand how and why—of all words, why this one? Thoughts began to consume her. Was this the way Darion was trying to communicate with Max? Was his spirit telling her something?

At that moment, she knew it was a sign for a reason. Her heart filled with more sorrow, knowing the past wouldn’t just disappear.

Meanwhile, Bill told Max to go get Jessie to clean up this mess. Max walked into the laundry and saw her sitting in the garden outside, so he went out to her.

‘Mum, what are you doing