‘They’re the frequencies Frankie and his business partner are working on in LA,’ Marie-Claire interjected. ‘So we’re going to find out more about them in Rosslyn? Wooo-hooo!’

‘Indeed we are,’ Keelin said happily. ‘When Pope Gregory forbade the use of these healing frequencies, sometime between AD 590 and 604, it became known as the “Devil’s Chord”. Because of the Pope’s ban, the knowledge went underground, and the Mystery Schools, or Schools of Initiation, kept the information flowing.’

‘The church keeping knowledge from us, yet again?’ Brigid said crossly.

‘Exactly,’ Keelin nodded, as they emerged onto the motorway. ‘The translated meanings of the frequencies were found in the original Greek Apocrypha, which made up the earliest books in the Christian Bible, but they were left out of most subsequent translations following the First Council of Nicaea in 325 AD—’

‘To think that a council of around three hundred men determined the nature of Christ. Man or deity? And they decided what was to go into the Bible. It’s simply outrageous!’ Brigid exclaimed. ‘I believed all I was taught and wasted a lifetime obeying rules and regulations that were man-made, hiding the true nature of who we are. It grieves me. It was brainwashing, that’s what it was. Mark Twain was right: “The truth is not hard to kill, and a lie well told is immortal.” ’

‘Oh that’s a good one, Mère,’ Keelin approved. ‘I never heard that one before.’

‘I’m very partial to Mark Twain. He was a wise man and he had a great sense of humour. According to him, “Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education”,’ Brigid quoted, laughing.

Even Imelda chuckled at that.

‘Well, here you are, on a journey of discovery. It’s never too late, Mère,’ Keelin laughed.

‘I’m going in with an open mind, Keelin. I’m ready for revelations,’ the elderly nun said briskly.

‘So are those frequency things the same as those fork things you twang on me?’ Imelda queried. She was somewhat aghast at her sister’s pronouncement. After all, Brigid had been a Reverend Mother for many years. It was shocking to hear her denounce the Church so vehemently.

‘Yes, Mam, they’re my tuning forks. You always tell me you feel good after a session with me.’ Keelin smiled at her mother’s description.

‘Well they do make me feel relaxed,’ admitted Imelda.

‘That’s the vibration. Everything has a vibration . . . you’ve heard of good and bad vibes. Remember Brian Wilson’s song?’ She hummed the tune of ‘Good Vibrations’.

‘It’s very strange to me that you were raised a Catholic, became a nun, and you ended up believing all this—’ She nearly said gobbledygook but stopped herself in time. ‘This, er . . . weird stuff,’ Imelda couldn’t get her head around all she’d heard.