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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

of me...

– I came to say goodbye, Prophetic ones. Peace to you... – I said quietly, not
knowing how I should welcome them.
Never in my life had I felt such complete and all-embracing Great FORCE! They
did not move, but it seemed that the hall vibrated with warm waves of some
extraordinary might.

This was the real LIFE!!! I did not know what words could describe it. It shocked
me! I wanted to seize it with the whole of my self! I wanted to imbibe it... or just to fall
to my knees! Feelings overwhelmed me like a stunning avalanche. Hot tears rolled
down my cheeks.
– Peace to you, Isidora. – The warm voice of one of them sounded. – We FEEL
for you. You are a Volkhv’s daughter. You will share his way. Force will not leave you.
Go with VERA, cherished child...
My soul aspired to join them with the scream of a dying bird! My injured heart
strived toward them, breaking against wicked fate... But I knew that it was too late,
they were forgiving and... feeling for me. I have never "heard" before how deep the
meaning of these wonderful words was. And now the joy of their marvellous new
sounding swept over me, filling my injured soul with an avalanche of bottomless
feelings, preventing me from breathing...

The quiet light sadness, sharp pain of loss, beauty of life which I had to live and
enormous wave of Love which come from somewhere far away and, on merging with
the Earthly one, flooded my soul and body, lived in these words.
Life swept over like a whirlwind touching every "edge" of my self without leaving
a single cell unfilled with the warmth of love. I was afraid that I would not be able to
leave... and probably because of this dread I awakened at once from the wonderful
"farewell", looking at the people, amazing in their internal force and beauty, standing
next to me.

Tall old and young men dressed in dazzling white clothes, which look like long
tunics, stood around me. Some were girdled with red belts, and the belts of two of them
were wide embroidered with gold and silver.
– Oh, look! – Suddenly my impatient friend Stella interrupted the wonderful
moment. – They look very like your "star friends" as you had showed them to me!
Look! Could they really be them? What do you think?! Tell me!!!
To tell the truth the Sacred City we had seen seemed to me very familiar. And also
I had similar thoughts, as soon as I saw the Volkvs, but I drove them away, trying not
to cherish vain "rosy hopes". It was too important and serious, and I only waved to

Stella, as if saying that we would talk later, when we were alone. I understood that
Stella would be disappointed because, as usual, she wanted to get an immediate answer
to her question, but I thought that now it was not so important, unlike Isidora’s
wonderful story, so I mentally asked Stella to wait.
I guiltily smiled at Isidora. She answered me with her wonderful smile and went
on.
A mighty, tall, old man, who had something elusively similar to my dear father,

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