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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Svetodar never happened to see, died, the little one had only his aunt Marcilla (who
was with them) and his father who Bieloyar almost did not remember because he
always militated somewhere.

– You’re not going to leave us, grand-dad, are you? Are you going to stay with
me and teach me? Aunt Marcilla says that you will always live only with us. Is it true,
grand-dad?
His eyes shone like bright little stars. It was obvious that the little one was in
raptures at seeing such a youthful and strong grandfather who appeared as if from
nowhere! And "grandfather" sadly hugged him and thought of those he would never
see, even if he lived on Earth a hundred lonely years...

– I shall go nowhere, Bieloyarushka. Where would I go, if you’re here? Now we
shall always be together. You and I are a great force! Don’t you think so?
The little one squealed with pleasure and pressed close to his grandfather, as if
the latter could disappear as suddenly as he appeared.
– Are you truly not going to go anywhere, Svetodar? – Marcilla quietly asked.

Svetodar sadly shook his head. Where he could go? Here was his land and his
roots. Here all those he loved had lived and died. And exactly here he came back
HOME.
Everybody in Montsegur was unspeakably glad to meet him, despite the fact that
there were none left who could remember him. But there were their children and
grandchildren. There were his CATHARS who he dearly loved and respected.

Magdalena’s Faith flowered in Occitania like never before, spreading far beyond
its borders! This was the Golden Age of the Cathars. It was a time when their teachings
rushed all over many countries like a powerful and invincible wave, wiping out any
obstacles in its pure and right way.
More and more people joined them. And despite all the "black" attempts of the
"holy" Catholic church to destroy them, Magdalena and Radomir’s teachings won all
truly light and brave hearts and all sharp and open to new things minds. In the farthest
corners of the land minstrels sang marvellous songs composed by the Occitan
troubadours, which opened eyes and minds of the enlightened, and amused "ordinary"
people with their mastery of the romanticism. Occitania bloomed like a wonderful
bright flower which had absorbed the Light Maria’s vital power. It seemed that no
force could resist this powerful stream of Knowledge, Light and universal Love. People
still worshiped Magdalena here. They adored her as if she still lived in each of them...
she lived in each pebble or grain of this outstanding pure land...
One day wandering among familiar caves, Svetodar came upon a new one which
shocked him to the depth of his heart... There, in a quiet corner, his wonderful mother,
his beloved Maria Magdalena stood! It seemed that nature could not forget this
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extraordinary and strong woman and its mighty and generous hand created her image .

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Nature created a statue of a beautiful woman with very long hair which wrapped her like a cloak in the corner of the cave.
According to local Cathars the statue appeared right after Magdalena's death and it resembled her more and more with every
new drop of water. Even now the cave is called Maria's cave and anyone can see a standing Magdalena there.
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