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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– Well, let’s go for a walk and get some fresh air, because I have still not
recovered from the horror which we’ve just seen. I cannot even breathe easily, not to
mention those awful visions. – I suggested to my wonderful friend.

We again "slid" gently within the silver-"dense" silence, being totally relaxed,
enjoying the peace and tenderness of this wonderful "floor", and I still thought of
brave little Maria who we willy-nilly left in that terribly joyless and dangerous world
and who had only her frightful hairy friend and hope that her "blind" but dearly
beloved mother could at last see how strongly she loved her and wanted to make her
happy for the period of time that they had before their new embodiment on Earth...
– Wow! You just look at that. How beautiful! – Stella’s merry voice pulled me
out of my sad thoughts.

I saw an enormous merry golden ball which glimmered inside and a beautiful
young lady dressed in a very bright multicoloured dress in it. She was sitting in the
brightly blooming glade and was hardly distinguishable from the background of
unbelievable bells of some fantastic flowers which vigorously blazed with all colours
of the rainbow. She had very long fair hair the colour of ripe wheat which fell
downward in heavy waves, shrouding her from head to toe like a golden cloak. Deep
blue friendly eyes looked straight at us, as if inviting us to start the conversation.
– Hello! I hope we won’t bother you. – I welcomed the stranger, not knowing
what to begin with and, as usual, slightly feeling shy.
– And hello to you, Light One. – The young lady smiled.

– Why do you call me that? – I was very surprised.
– I don’t know. – The stranger answered affectionately. – It simply suits you! I
am Isolda. But tell me, what is your name?

– It’s Svetlana. – I answered, being slightly confused.
– See! I’ve guessed! What do you do here, Svetlana? And who is your pretty
friend? (Svetlana means Bearing Light – E.L.)
– We just went for a walk. This is Stella; she is my friend. Are you the Isolda
who had her Tristan? – I took heart to ask.

The lady’s eyes widened in surprise as she obviously did not expect that
somebody would know her in this world...
– How do you know it, girl? – She whispered.

– I’ve read a book about you. I liked it so much! – I exclaimed enthusiastically.
– You loved each other so much, and then you died. I was so sorry about it! And
where is Tristan? Is he really no longer with you?
– No, dear, he is so far away. I have been looking for him for so long a time!
And when I finally found him, it appeared that we cannot be together here too. I cannot
go where he is. – Isolda answered sadly.
And suddenly a simple vision came to me – he was in the low astral world,
apparently for some "sins" he had committed. And certainly she could go there;
simply she did not know how to do it or doubted that she could.

– I can show you how you can go there, if you want, of course. You may see him

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