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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

lot of wonderful people on Earth, Sever! And not all of them need a "defeated" God,
believe me! Look at me. Don’t you see? I would need a living Christ, just as did his
marvellous Love – Magdalena...

Sever smiled.
– That’s because you are Is-i-do-ra. You pray to different Gods. Besides, they
hardly need praying to! They are always with you and cannot leave you. Your Gods
are Kindness and Love, Light and Knowledge and Pure primordial Force. They are
Gods of Wisdom, and they are what we "pray" to. People don’t acknowledge them yet.
They still need another thing. People need somebody to whom they can complain about
feeling bad; who they can accuse when having bad luck; who they can ask when they
want something; who can forgive them when they "sin". Here is what man needs now.
Lots of time will pass until man stops needing a God which would do everything for
him, let alone, forgive everything. It’s too comfortable to refuse, Isidora. Man is not
ready yet to do anything on his own.

– Show me him, Sever... – I asked in a whisper. – Show me what he was.
The air around began to vibrate with soft waves, sparkling and thickening, as if a
mysterious invisible door was going to open. And here I saw them!
In a spacious stone cave two wonderful blond children merrily chatted about
something, sitting beside a small natural stone fountain. The world around them
seemed happy and sunny, absorbing the quiet joy which streamed out of their
wonderful souls...

The boy was proud, tall and very slender for his thirteen years. Enormous internal
force raged in him, but at the same time he was soft and very pleasant. He looked at
the world merrily and ... very wisely, as if, inside, he was more than a hundred years
old. His radiant blue eyes flashed from time to time with a steel grey colour, but then
again sparkled with joy, admiring his charming and easily amused interlocutor.
The girl was extraordinarily attractive. She resembled a pure angel newly
descended from the sky. She clasped an ancient thick book to her bosom and apparently
was not going to let it go for all the tea in China. Wavy very long golden hair was tied
with a blue silk ribbon which advantageously emphasized the colour of her laughing
sky-blue eyes. Little dimples on the pink cheeks made her very sweet and merry like a
May morning...

The children were dressed in long snow-white identical garments girdled with
golden belts and looked like a wonderful couple from a beautiful old painting... They
were a wonderful match, complementing and giving each other the missing bits, thus
creating the whole which was impossible to break... This was Jesus and Magdalena,
the future Saviour of Humanity and his only and big future Love!
– But they are completely different! – I exclaimed, being sincerely surprised. –
They are absolutely not like they are drawn! Aren’t they really Jews?!

– They never were. – Sever shrugged his shoulders. – It was people who longed
for power that very "wisely" decided they should become the "children of the killed
God" thus making the most dangerous people on Earth; the "CHOSEN" ones.
Jesus was the son of a White Volkhv and our disciple Vedunia Maria. They became

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