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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

We understood absolutely nothing from this "explanation", but the fact that some
astral creatures torture people could not remain "uninvestigated" by us, therefore we
asked her at once, where we could see the surprising phenomenon.

– Everywhere! Especially near the "black mountain". There, behind the trees. Do
you want us to go with you too?
– Of course, we’ll be very glad if you do! – Stella replied immediately, being
terribly happy.

To tell the truth I did not relish the prospect of meeting again somebody "terrible
and incomprehensible", especially being alone. But interest won over fear, and
certainly, we would go there, even being a little bit afraid. But now, having such a
protector as Dean with us, we went with greater enthusiasm.
In a very short while our eyes wide open in amazement saw the real Hell... The
picture was reminiscent of Bosch’s paintings, a "mad" painter which once shocked
the whole world with his art. Certainly, he was not mad, but simply a visionary, which
for some reason could see only the low astral world. But one should give him his due
– he depicted it excellently... I saw his painting in a book which I found in my dad’s
library and still remember the terrible feeling which most of his paintings
transmitted...
– It’s terrible! – The dumbfounded Stella whispered.

I could probably say that we saw a lot of things on the "floors", but even we were
unable to imagine this in our most terrible nightmare! We found something absolutely
unthinkable behind the "black rock". It looked like an enormous flat "caldron",
gouged in the rock, at the bottom of which purple "lava" bubbled. The burning hot air
"burst out" every now and then with strange flashing reddish bubbles from which
scalding steam broke forth and its large drops fell on the soil or people. The heart-
breaking screams were heard, but they grew silent at once, because the most revolting
creatures I have ever seen in my life sat on the people’s backs and controlled the
victims, with an air of satisfaction, paying no attention whatsoever to their sufferings.
Burning hot stones reddened under people’s bare feet; purple soil bubbled and
"melted". The hot steam broke through enormous cracks and burned the feet of the
human spirits, which, crying from pain went upwards, evaporating in a light puff of
smoke. The wide and fiery red river ran through the middle of the "caldron". From
time to time the disgusting monsters threw an exhausted spirit there, which caused a
short splash of orange sparks, at once turned into a fluffy white cloud and
disappeared... this time forever... It was a genuine Hell and both Stella and I were
eager to leave this terrible place as quickly as possible.

– What shall we do? – Stella whispered, horrified. – Do you want to go down
there? Can we really help them? Look, how many of them are!
We stood on the brink of the dark-brown precipice dried up with heat, observing
the "medley" of pain, despair and violence at the bottom, inundated with horror, and
felt so childlike and powerless that this time even my bellicose Stella totally agreed
to loosen her ever enthusiastic "get- up-and-go" and was ready to dash away to her
homely and safe upper "floor"...

I suddenly remembered that Maria had spoken to these cruelly punished people
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