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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

We “slipped” slightly deeper and I was ready to see the usual “terribly-oppressive”
reality of the low astral plane, when, to my surprise, we saw nothing of the kind. We
found ourselves in a place, pleasant enough, but with very sullen and sad scenery.
Heavy and muddy waves washed the stony shore of the navy blue sea. Idly "pursuing"
one another, they "bumped" against the shore and unwillingly and slowly returned,
pulling the grey sand and shallow, black and brilliant pebbles with them. A majestic,
enormous and dark-green mountain the top of which bashfully hid behind the grey
swollen clouds was seen far off. The sky was heavy, but not intimidating, totally
covered with grey clouds. Small bushes of some unknown plants grew scraggily on the
shore. The landscape was sullen, but "normal" enough. In any case, it was reminiscent
of those which one can see on Earth on a rainy, very gloomy day. It did not produce
the "blatant horror" which we had seen in other places on this "floor".

A lonely man sat ashore of this "heavy" dark sea, deeply in thought. He seemed
to be quite young and handsome enough, but was very sad and paid no attention to us.
– My Brave Falcon! Tristanushka! – Isolda whispered with a catch in her voice.

She had stiffened and was pale as death. Stella began to worry about her and
touched her hand, but the young lady saw and heard nothing around her and only looked
at her beloved Tristan without taking her eyes off him. It seemed that she wanted to
absorb every detail of his face... every hair... the curve of his lips... the heat of his brown
eyes... to save all this in her heart, worn out with suffering, forever and maybe even to
carry it into her next "earthly" life.
– My light Ldinushka... My sun... Please, leave, don’t torment me... – Tristan
looked at her fearfully, unwilling to believe that it was a reality, and covered his face
with his hands, thus shutting himself off from the painful "apparition", and repeated: –
Leave me, my joy... Please, leave now...
Unable to look at this heart-breaking scene anymore, Stella and I decided to
interfere.

– I beg your pardon, Tristan, but it’s not a ghost, it’s your Isolda! She is real. –
Stella pronounced affectionately. – You’d better accept her, don’t hurt her anymore...
– Ldinushka, is it really you? How many times I saw you here like this and how
many times I lost you! You always disappeared, as soon as I tried to speak to you. –
He cautiously stretched his hands toward her, as if being afraid to frighten her off, and
she, forgetting everything in the world, threw herself at him and froze, as if she wanted
to stay like this, merging with him into one, never to part.

I watched this meeting with increasing anxiety and thought of how we could help
these two people who had suffered a lot and now were infinitely happy to be together
the remaining time before their next embodiment...
– Oh, don’t think about it now! They’ve just met! – Stella read my thoughts. –
And then we’ll work something out...
They stood, snuggling up to each other, being afraid that something could
suddenly separate them or that this wonderful vision would disappear in a flash and
everything would be the same as it had been before...

– The world is so empty without you, my Ldinushka, so dark!

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