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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

A surprisingly beautiful spirit came out of her disfigured physical body. She
looked the way Damiana had been before she found herself in this damned place.

– Thank you... – Her soft voice rustled. – Thank you for your goodness... and for
freedom. I shall always remember you.
She began to rise easily along the luminous channel.

– Farewell Damiana... Let your new life be happy and light! You’ll find happiness,
girl... and good people. Farewell...
Her heart gently stopped... And her soul, worn out with suffering, freely flew away
where nobody could cause her pain. The sweet kind girl went away without knowing
how wonderful and joyful her broken unlived life could be... how many good people
she could make happy with her Gift... how high and light her love, which she did not
have chance to know, could be... and how happily the voices of her unborn in this life
children could sound...
Damiana’s face became peaceful and smoothed out after death. She seemed
asleep, so pure and beautiful she was now... Bitterly sobbing, I sat onto a rough seat
next to her empty body... My heart froze, filled with bitterness and resentment for her
innocent broken life... A fierce hatred rose somewhere very deep in it, threatening to
break forth outside and wipe this criminal terrible world from the face of earth.

Finally I managed to pull myself together, glanced once again at the brave girl-
child, mentally wishing her peace and happiness in her new world, and quietly left the
terrible room...
The horror I’d seen paralysed my mind, discouraging me from further
investigation of the Papal basement... threatening to bring down on me somebody
else’s suffering which could be even more frightful. I was going to go upstairs, as
suddenly I felt a weak, but very persistent call. Surprised, I strained my ears to hear it
and finally understood that the call proceeded from here, from the very basement. On
forgetting all my former fears, I decided to check.

The call repeated until I came right to the door behind which it sounded...
The cell was empty, damp and dark. A man sat on the straw in the corner. I came
closer and cried out. It was my old acquaintance, cardinal Morone... This time his
proud face was red with scratches and it was obvious that he suffered terribly.
– Oh, I am very glad that you are alive! Hello, Monsignor! Did you

call me? He raised himself a little, wincing in pain, and very
seriously pronounced:

– Yes, Madonna. I’ve been calling you for a long time, but for some reason you
did not hear, although you were very near.
– I helped a good girl to say goodbye to our cruel world... – I answered sadly. –
Why do you need me, Your Grace? Can I help you in something?
– It’s not about me Madonna. Tell me, your daughter's name is Anna, isn’t it?

The walls of the room began to swing... Anna!!! My God, not Anna! I grabbed a
projecting corner in order not to fall down.
– Tell me, Monsignor... You are right; my daughter’s name is Anna.

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