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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

away once and for all and meet its failing particle, the level of development which it
could not "reach" for one or another reason, when living on Earth. All this happens
exactly in a year after death. All this I understand now, but then I had to be content
with my own child’s understanding of what happened to me and my own guesses,
which sometimes were erroneous and sometimes correct…

– Do the spirits which live on other "floors" have "imprints"? – The curious Stella
inquired.
– Yes, they certainly have, but the imprints are different. – Atenais answered
calmly. – Besides, not on all "floors" are they pleasant like here... especially on one...

– I know! I know! It’s probably the "lower" one! We should go there to look! It
must be so interesting! – Stella contentedly twittered again.
The swiftness and easiness with which she forgot everything that a minute ago
scared or surprised her and the readiness to get to the new and unknown was awesome.
– Forgive me, young maidens. It’s time for me to leave. May your happiness be
eternal. – Atenais pronounced in solemn voice.

With a flowing wave of her "winged" hand, again, as if pointing the way, the
familiar shining gold path ran under our feet and the marvelous woman-bird placidly
floated in the air in her fairy- tale boat, ready to meet and direct new travelers which
"looked for themselves", patiently fulfilling her quest, the essence of which we did not
understand...
– Well, where shall we go, "young maiden"? – I asked my little friend, smiling.

– Why did she call us that? – Stella asked thoughtfully. – Do you think they spoke
like that where she once lived?
– I don’t know. Probably it was very long time ago, but she bears it in mind for
some reason.
– Well, that’s all! Let’s go on! – Suddenly exclaimed the little one, as if getting
back to reality.

This time we did not go along the path so obligingly offered to us and decided to
choose "our way", exploring the world using just our forces which, as it appeared, were
not so insufficient. We moved toward the numerous transparent and horizontal
"tunnels" which emitted the golden shine, along which spirits constantly glided here
and there.
– Is it something like an earthly train? – I asked, laughing at the amusing
comparison.

– No, it’s not that simple. – Stella answered. – I was once in it. It’s something like
a "train of time", if you could call it that.
– But there is no time here. – I was surprised.
– Correct, but they are different habitats of the spirits: those which died thousands
of years ago, and those that just got here. Gran showed them to me. It was there where
I found Harold... Do you want to see it?

Of course, I wanted to see it! It seemed that nothing in the world could stop me!
These fascinating "steps into the unknown" agitated my imagination, which had already

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