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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

I asked my father what he thought about it, when we had the next telepatic contact.

– It not him, dear... He is simply helped. But I don’t know by whom. There is no
such creature on Earth.
From bad to worse! The world really turned upside down. But I promised myself
to try to find out what this strange "saint father" used at the same time as pursuing and
burning people who had the same abilities?

Because, if it was true and he used the "Devil’s teachings" (as he called it), he,
the Great Caraffa, must end his "righteous" life on the stake, like those Veduns and
Vedunias who he had burnt!
But I was late...
The next morning I waited for Caraffa being decidedly determined to find out what
this strange "holy father" used. But Caraffa did not come. He failed to appear the next
day, and the next week... I could not understand whether it was just a break or he
planned something very frightful as to my family. To my huge regret, it was neither of
these two things, as I knew later. It was far more dangerous than any of his tricks...
Very soon the constant ringing of bells and sad singing on streets prompted me – the
Pope had died, which explained the protracted absence of my jailer. The next day, a
mute maid, shining with happiness, brought me an elegant sheet of paper, which stated
that Giovanni Pietro Caraffa – my most frightful and unforeseeable enemy – became
the new Pope, Paul IV.

Now I had no choice but to wait...
In two days I was blindfolded and transported into a shockingly rich and defiantly
beautiful palace. As I knew later, it was Caraffa’s personal residence. He appeared in
a week, neat and dangerous as always, in the "lustre of his unlimited power" and
stretched out his manicured hand with the enormous shining Papal ring for me to kiss...
I bent before him lower than before as propriety required, and also because I had not
decided yet how I should behave toward him.

– How are you, Madonna Isidora? I do hope you are pleased with your appartment.
Caraffa was extremely polite and satisfied, knowing that I was in his total power
and now
nobody could prevent him in anything.
– I congratulate you on your victory, Your Holiness! – I said calmly, intentionally
stressing the word "holiness". – I am afraid from now on I am too insignificant a figure
to trouble the Pope with my presence... Will you give my case to somebody else?

Caraffa froze. He hated my calmness. He wanted me to be afraid.
– You are right, Madonna Isidora. It is highly likely that I give you to my best
helper...
Everything will depend only on you. Have you thought about my question?

– Which books are you interested in, Your Holiness? Or you do want to find
everything and destroy it?
He was sincerely surprised.
– Who told you such nonsense?

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