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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

of what they lived for. Therefore, no matter how hard the "holy" fathers tried to win
the Cathars over to their side, the lying and criminal Christian church could not claim
a single inch in the Pure Land of Occitania.

– It turns out that Caraffa is not the only one who did this kind of thing! Was it
always like this, Sever?
I was horrified when I imagined the whole picture of treachery, lies and murder
which the "holy" and "universally forgiving" religion commited in order to survive!

– How is this kind of thing possible?! How could you watch it and not interfere?
How could you live with it and not go crazy because of it, Sever?!!
He did not answer, understanding very well that it was just a "cry from the heart"
of an indignant person. Besides, I perfectly knew his answer... Therefore we were silent
for some time, like lonely souls lost in the darkness...
– So, how did the Golden Maria die? Can you tell me about it? – I asked,
interrupting the long-drawn-out pause.

Sever sadly nodded, showing that he understood...
– After that Magdalena’s teachings had occupied the greater half of Europe, Pope
Urban II decided that further delay would be lethal for his beloved "holiest" church.
He had thoroughly thought through his devilish plan, and without delay sent two
faithful "fosterlings" of Rome who Magdalena knew as being the Cathars’ "friends" to
Occitania. As it happens all too often, the outstanding and light people became victims
of their own purity and honour... Magdalena opened her friendly arms to them,
generously giving them food and a roof. Although her bitter fate taught her not to be
too trustful, it was impossible to suspect everybody, otherwise her life and her
Teachings would lose any sense. She still believed in GOOD, despite everything...

I saw them again...
Magdalena and her golden-haired little daughter now eleven or twelve years old
stood at the entrance of the cave. They stood, hugging each other, still beautiful and
looking so like each other, watching the last breathtaking instant of the amazing
Occitan sunset. The cave entrance at which they stood was situated very high in the
mountains and opened onto a steep precipice. In the very far distance the stately
mountains showed blue, wrapped in the haze of the evening fog. Proudly frozen like
giant monuments of eternity and nature, they remembered Man’s wisdom and
courage... Only not the one who now killed and betrayed, ruled and destroyed. They
remembered a strong and creative, loving and proud Man who created the wonderful
reign of Mind and Light on this small but wonderful plot of land...
Right in front of Magdalena there was her favourite castle – the fortress of
Montsegur which towered on the apex of the man-made hill... This friendly and
unapproachable fortress was her real home for more than eight long years, just as it
was the home of her beloved little daughter, the refuge of her friends and the Temple
of her love. Her recollections – the dearest relicts of her life, her teachings and those
of her family – were kept in Montsegur. All her Perfect ones came there to purify their
Souls and get the Vivifying Force. There she spent her most precious and most quiet
hours away from the vanity of the world...

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