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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Eight tense years passed. Svetodar grew into a handsome young lad who now
looked very like his brave father – Jesus-Radomir. He grew up and got strong, and the
familiar steel which flared so often in his father’s eyes began to appear in his pure blue
ones.

Svetodar lived and studied very diligently, hoping with all his heart that he would,
one day, be like Radomir. Volkhv Isten taught him Wisdom and Knowledge. Yes, yes,
Isidora! – Sever smiled at my surprise. – It was the same Isten who you met in Meteora.
Isten and Radan tried to do their best to develop Svetodar’s lively mind and open the
enigmatic World of Knowledge for him as wide as possible in order that, in case of any
misfortune, the boy could stand up for himself fearessly confronting enemies or losses.
Svetodar parted with his dear sister and Magdalena a long time ago and from that
day he never saw them alive... Although almost every month somebody brought the
latest news from them, his lonely heart deeply missed his mother and sister – his only
real family, except for his uncle Radan. But even at this early age Svetodar learned not
to show his feelings which he considered an inexcusable weakness for a real man. He
aimed to grow into a Warrior, like his father, and did not wish to show people his
vulnerability. So his uncle Radan taught him... and so asked his mother, distant and
beloved Golden Maria, in her letters.

After Magdalena’s senseless and terrible death the whole of Svetodar’s inner
world turned into endless pain... His wounded soul did not wish to put up with such
unfair loss. Although uncle Radan had prepared him for the possibility of this kind of
outcome a long time ago, the misfortune fell on young Svetodar like a hurricane of
unendurable torments from which there was no rescue... His soul suffered, writhing in
powerless anger, because nothing could be changed or brought back. His wonderful
and tender mother went to a distant and unknown world, taking his little sister with
her...
Now he was absolutely alone in this cruel and cold reality, having not become a
truly adult man yet or understanding how to survive in this hatred and hostility...
But it was Radomir and Magdalena’s blood that ran in their only son’s veins,
therefore he suffered his pain and remained the same firm Svetodar which surprised
even Radan who better than anybody knew how terribly vulnerable one’s soul could be
and how hard it was to come back to a place which now was without those who you

loved and missed so sincerely and deeply...
Svetodar did not wish to surrender at the discretion of grief and pain... The more
cruelly his life "beat" him, the more furiously he tried to fight, cognizing the ways to
Light, Goodness and salvation of human souls which wandered in the darkness... An
endless stream of people came to him begging for help. Some thirsted for the healing
of physical illness, some craved healing for their wounded hearts and minds and some
simply aspired to Light which Svetodar generously shared with all.
Radan’s alarm grew. The fame about his careless nephew’s "wonders" crossed
the Pyrenees... the number of people who wanted the new "wonder-worker"’s help
grew with every day. And he behaved as if he did not notice the approaching danger
and refused nobody, confidently following Radomir's footsteps...

Several restless years passed. Svetodar matured, becoming stronger and more

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