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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Jesus’s Vedunia... and his only Great Love, and later his wife and friend, sharing every
instant of his life with him while he lived on this Earth...

On studying and maturing with us, he became a very strong Vedun and a real
Warrior! Then his time came to say goodbye to us... Time came to do the duty for the
sake of which the Father called him on Earth. And he left us. Magdalena went with
him. Our monastery became empty and cold without these extraordinary children, now
adult. We terribly missed their happy smiles, warm laughter and their joy when they
saw each other, their irrepressible thirst for knowledge; iron Strength of Mind, and the
Light of their pure Souls... These children were like suns without which our cold
measured life grew dim. Meteora was sad and empty without them. We knew that they
would never come back and we would never see them again.
Jesus became a steadfast warrior. He fought evil more furiously than you, Isidora.
But he did not have enough strength. – Sever hanged his head. – He called Father for
help. He had been mentally talking with him for hours. But Father was deaf to his
requests. He could not; he had no right to betray what he served, for which he had to
betray his son who he sincerely and selflessly loved. – To my great surprise, I saw tears
glittering in Sever’s eyes. – On getting his Father’s refusal, Jesus asked all of us for
help, just like you, Isidora. But we too said no to him. We had no right. We asked him
to leave, but he stayed, although he perfectly knew what awaited him. He fought to the
last instant... He fought for Good, for Earth and even for the people who executed him.
He fought for Light. And people, "in gratitude", slandered him after his death, making
a false and helpless God out of him... Although Jesus was never helpless: He was a
warrior to the marrow of his bones, whilst he was a child, when he came to us. He
called people to fight evil and crushed everything "black" wherever he came across it
on his thorny way.

Sever fell silent and I thought that the story was over. Such deep and naked
anguish flooded his sad grey eyes that I understood at last how difficult it must be to
live on refusing to help the dear, light and wonderful people, seeing them off to their
sure death and knowing how easily they could save them, just stretching out a hand...
How wrong in my opinion was their unwritten "truth" about non-interference in
Earthly matters until (at last, one day!) the "right" time would come... which by the
way could never come...
– Man is still a weak-willed creature, Isidora. – Sever suddenly began to talk
again. – Unfortunately there is both greed and envy in him, more than he can handle.
People don’t wish to follow the Pure and Light one yet. It wounds their "pride" and
strongly angers them, because he differs too much from the man they have become
accustomed to.

And the Thinking Dark ones perfectly knew and used this and always easily
directed people to overturning and smiting the "new" Gods, appeasing their "thirst"
for destruction of something wonderful and light. And then they returned those new
"Gods", already disgraced enough, to the crowd as Great Martyrs killed "by mistake"...
As for Christ, even crucified, he remained too distant for people; too pure.
Therefore people sullied him with such cruelty after his death, mercilessly and
shamelessly making him like them.

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