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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation

            my "emotionally-indignant" speech, was surprised.

                  – I have not found him yet... But if he really exists, then he must be kind. But
            for some reason many people are afraid of him or threaten others in his name. They
            say in our school: "Man - stands proud"! How can a person be proud, if fear hangs
            over him all the time?! Besides, there are too many different Gods. Every country
            has its own. And everybody tries to prove that their God is  the  best...  No,  I  don’t
            understand  a  lot  of  things  yet...  But  how  can  one  believe  in  something without
            understanding? We are taught at our school that there is nothing after death. But
            how can I believe it, if I see quite another thing? I think that blind faith simply kills
            hope in people  and increases fear. If they knew what happens in reality, they would
            behave a lot more cautiously. It would not be all the same to them what happens
            after their death. They would know that they will live again, and they will have to pay
            for  how  they  lived  their  life.  The  only  thing  is  that  they  will  not  answer  to  a
            "threatening God", of course, but to themselves. And nobody will come to redeem
            their sins, but they have to do that on their own. I wanted to tell about that, but
            nobody wanted to listen to me, probably, because life is much more comfortable and
            simpler without this knowledge. – At last I finished my "terribly long" speech.
                  Suddenly I became very sad. This man somehow made me talk about things that
            never left me in peace since the day I first "touched" the world of the dead, and naively
            I thought that I just needed to tell to people what I know and "they would believe at
            once and even rejoice! And of course, would want to do only good." What a naive
            child one has to be to engender such a foolish and unrealizable dream in one’s heart?!
            People hate to know that there is something else "there", after their death. Because
            if they admit it, it will mean that they will have to answer for everything they have
            done, and this is exactly what nobody wants to do. People are like children. They are
            sure for some reason that if they close their eyes and see nothing, then nothing bad
            will happen to them... or if they shift everything onto their God’s strong shoulders,
            which "redeemed" all their sins, everything will be all right... But is it true and right?
            I was just a ten-year-old girl, but a lot of things already could not find their place
            within my simple "child's" logical scope then. For example, the book about God (the
            Bible) told that pride is a tremendous sin, but the Christ (son of man!!!) said that he
            would redeem "all human sins" with his death... What Pride one must have  to put

            oneself on the same footing as the whole of humanity?! And what kind of man would
            be so bold as to think of himself in this way: God’s Son or man’s son? Let’s take
            churches: each one is more beautiful than the last, as if ancient architects tried to do
            their  best  to  outdo  each  other  in  building  their  God’s  house.  Yes,  it’s  true  –  the
            churches are incredibly beautiful. They look like museums. Each is a real work of art.
            But, if I got it right, man goes to church to speak to God, doesn’t he?
                  In that case, how can he possibly find Him in the shocking luxury that strikes
            the eye  with its abundance of gold, which, let’s take me for example, did not dispose
            me to open my heart at all, on the contrary – I shut it as quickly as possible in order
            not to see the brutally tortured bleeding God, almost nude, crucified in the middle of
            the glittering and oppressing gold, as if people celebrated His death, but did not
            believe or rejoice in His life... We plant fresh flowers even on our cemeteries in order
            that they remind us of the life of the dead. So why I did not see a statue of a living

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