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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

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on the Saint Mountain on the night of the 24 of June.
By the way, it was a very beautiful ancient holiday (I do not know whether it still
exists) which usually lasted till dawn and was very much loved by all, independent of
age or taste. Almost the whole town gathered to celebrate it and, which is quite
surprising, no negative incidents were ever noticed during the holiday despite the fact
that everything took place in the forest. Apparently the beauty of the customs opened
even the most hard-hearted human souls to good, thus shutting the door to any
forthcoming aggressive thoughts or deeds.
Usually the campfires were burning on the Saint Mountain for the whole night,
ancient songs sounded in round dances and all that looked very like an
extraordinarily beautiful fairy-tale. Hundreds of loving couples began to search for
the fern flower, wishing to secure its magic promise to be the happiest couple and of
course, that would be forever. Single young girls, making a wish, put flower garlands
with an ardent candle in the middle into the river Nemunas. There were a lot of such
garlands that night and the river turned into an amazingly beautiful celestial road,
softly glimmering with reflections of hundreds of candles, along which rows of kind
gold ghosts floated, creating trembling golden shadows and carefully carrying human
wishes to the God of Love on their transparent wings. And there, on the Saint
Mountain, the statue of the God Percunas, which my unexpected visitor resembled
very much, can be still found.

The shining figure "floated" to me without touching the earth with his feet and I
felt a very soft and warm touch.
– I came to open the Door for you; – I again heard the voice in my head.
– The Door? Where to? – I asked.

– To the Big World, – came the reply.
He stretched his luminous hand to my forehead and I had the strange feeling of
a light "explosion" after which I indeed had the feeling of a door opening right in my
forehead. I saw fabulously beautiful bodies which looked very like enormous
multicoloured butterflies coming out of the center of my head. They lined up around
and, being tied to me with the thinnest silvery thread, made up an amazingly colourful
unusual flower. A quiet and "unearthly" melody was flowing into me, vibrating,
through this "thread" and a feeling of peace and plenitude filled my heart.

In the shortest instant I could see numerous transparent human figures standing
around, but for some reason they all disappeared very quickly. Only my first guest
remained. He still touched my forehead with his hand thus making some very pleasant
"sounding" warmth flow into my body.
– Who are they? – I asked pointing at the "butterflies".

– They are you, – the answer sounded again. – It is all you.
I could not understand what he was talking about, but I knew somehow that
genuine, pure and light Goodness came from him. Suddenly but very slowly all these
unusual "butterflies" began to "melt" and turn into an amazing star fog, shining with
all the colours of the rainbow, which gradually began to flow back into me. A deep
sense of completeness and of something which I could not understand yet, but only

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