Marigold Lewellyn

Marigold Llewellyn

Did you know that marigolds are said to have healing powers? That they can be eaten? That they are beautiful and abundant? But did you also know there was more to the properties of this plant than anyone had ever discovered? Until now?

I am sure you knew some of these things. My name is Marigold Llewellyn and I was born of gypsy descent, said to have been passed down some special gifts. Let me tell you, being born with my background, it is hard to believe that there is anything special about you.

I worked very hard to be more than a gypsy woman, expected to be courted and married by the ripe old age of 17 at the latest. To just make babies and clean my house while my husband made us the money. I didn’t believe in this tradition and worked very hard in school to get good grades, a huge scholarship, and get out of my current lifestyle.

I was shunned when I graduated high school and moved to New York where I had accepted a full ride scholarship to Columbia University. It was not easy being a poor kid in a sea of wealthy students. But I could thank my gypsy raising for teaching me a few tricks and how not to be bullied by anyone.

I graduated top of my class and was offered a job at an amazing institution doing research and trying to find cures for many ailments. I had my own lab with a few employees on my floor. It was amazing and I felt truly blessed.

At first, everything went smoothly, I felt like I was truly helping society and doing amazing things. And I was. I made a few new natural creams that helped with eczema and rosacea. They were much gentler on the skin and caused very little adverse side effects. Other small discoveries for allergies, that could possibly turn into a cure.

I found that my gypsy side came out much more when I was mixing up what felt like natural potions and remedies, and some may have actually been from an old family mixture, hard to say. My employer was pleased with these small achievements, but they began demanding more from me. Some things that I was just not comfortable with. Unfortunately, I needed the money and my job.

The first task he asked of me was to try and create a drug that they could sell at exorbitant amounts to possibly help reverse all signs of aging. The company had begun work on this project in the past but had gotten much backlash as test subjects ended up with terrible side effects or permanent muscle damage in their faces.

This is the project the company passed to me and demanded I stop all my other “silly” projects and work solely on this one. There was no way I was going to stop working on my research for allergies. I felt I was close to a breakthrough and it was important to me. But I knew if I didn’t put the hours in on this new project, I would surely lose my personal lab and every ingredient I freely had at my disposal.

I worked doggedly through the day light hours on the company’s project, and then would stay late into the evenings working on my projects. I had no home life, so working 12 to 14 hours days was no big deal to me. Plus, I was passionate about my research.

It seemed I was getting nowhere with both projects until one night, inspiration hit. I had made my salad at my desk and sprinkled my marigold petals onto it. This was something I had done since I was a child and thought nothing of it. I loved the flavor and the color that marigolds added to my foods. But on this evening, I spilled my baggie of marigold petals onto my workstation.

I panicked as I had a few concoctions sitting on my desk of my current research. The marigold petals floated into the bowls as the baggie landed on my desk. “Dammit!” I swore to myself. I quickly cleaned up my mess before looking at what I thought were now ruined samples.

As my eyes focused on the mixing bowls, something shifted in me. My temperature had just spiked, and I began to sweat. But it felt good. I heard an ancient voice in my head that reminded me of my great grandmother say to me, “It is time for you to use your gifts child.”

I suddenly had ideas flowing through my head, but it wasn’t to make an anti-aging cream. That idea went immediately out of my head. I looked at the allergy research I had started months ago, and I suddenly knew what I had to do to make it work.

I fervently stirred in a spoonful of marigold petals and added in some coconut oils. I found a few other natural ingredients that I had requested months ago and knew what mixture I needed to concoct this soon-to-be cure for allergies that ailed so many people.

I worked the entire night in my lab, unaware of the time. I worked until my project was complete. I sat back, satisfied. I knew I had just made the most amazing treatment since the penicillin. I decided my first trial would be on myself. I somehow knew that I must take the first injection of my creation

But, I had been incredibly wrong. This treatment was about to exceed all of my wildest expectations. I drew up enough in a needle that I had calculated based on my weight. I pulled up my shirt, pinched some stomach tissue together and plunged the needle into my skin. I injected the dosage and covered it with a band aid.

I felt satisfied with my work. I was exhilarated yet exhausted. I took all my notes along with the entire concoction home with me. I fell immediately asleep. I woke up a few hours later in complete darkness. I had to blink a few times because my vision was perfect. I knew it was totally dark, yet I had no trouble seeing.

I shook it off, and got out of bed for a drink of water. That was when I understood something had changed and shifted within me. I cut my hand open when I accidentally broke my glass I was trying to fill with water. I screamed and pulled back my bloody hand. But as I watched in amazement, my hand literally healed itself completely.

What the hell was going on? I decided to try something else. I poked myself with the scissors until I drew blood. I could definitely feel the pain, but like my cut, the finger wound healed itself up almost immediately. I shook my head in denial. “How is this happening?” I said to the empty room.

But I already knew the answer. My allergy creation was something much greater. I now understood that I had to protect this new formula with my now seemingly indestructible life. I decided the best way to protect this was to contact my estranged gypsy family.

They were a little colder than I had hoped, but blood is blood and they forgave me my discretions. I explained to my mother and sister what was going on. They told me where to go immediately to protect myself. I met several of my relation that day in New York that I never knew existed. They were very cordial and I realized how much I missed my family.

My mother, sister, and my aunt all arrived to the family compound within hours. My first thought was to give my family the remaining doses. After I explained my idea, my mother at first was very concerned. I explained to her that this new treatment seemed to offer complete immunity and also healing, along with perfect vision and hearing.

I told her what the ingredients were and that I had also heard my great grandma’s voice tell me to use my special gift. Once she heard that our spirits had talked to me, she agreed to be the first for the injection. My plan was to be able to have others that would for sure have my back and that would have similar immunity such as myself. I also planned to use all the treatments up that I had mixed and then proceed to hide the recipe where no one would ever find it.

I gave injections to 25 of my family members that evening. All woke up the next morning with all the same immunities that I now had been blessed with. Hard to tell what other things we may get, but at this time, it was all we needed.

We devised a plan and I immediately quit the lab I was working for and knew we would have to keep this formula only amongst ourselves. Gypsies were the best place to keep a secret. We would never allow anyone to learn just what powers marigolds held, or that Marigold Llewellyn was capable of creating.

My family and I learned more about what the medication could do and we opened a secret clinic up to help the sick and dying. My medicine not only gave us crazy immunity, but it also had the strength to eliminate all childhood ailments, and to also stop kidney damage in patients of any age. It cured cataracts and eliminated diabetes.

The secret patients were instructed to never tell anyone what or who had helped them. My gypsy family and I used family lands to grow and harvest fields of marigolds and other herbs and plants that we needed. I had never felt better or more connected.

To my surprise, I even met the most amazing gypsy man. Who would have ever thought that my namesake, and the simplest flower on the planet would be my life’s calling? He was also a man of science and we built our own lab on the family farm where we could work together side by side.