Page 420 - Revelation

Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– People reached the top and stopped. In the moonlight the ruins of Montsegur
looked ominous and unusual, as if every stone, saturated with blood and pain of the
executed Cathars, called for revenge...

Despite the dead silence it seemed to people that they heard the death screams of
their family members and friends who had burnt in the horrific "purifying" papal fire.
Montsegur towered above them threatening and useless… like an injured beast
abandoned to die alone...

The walls of the castle still remembered Svetodar and Magdalena, Bieloyar child's
laughter and golden-haired Vesta... The castle remembered the wonderful years of the
Cathars, filled with joy and love. It remembered kind and light people willing to be
under its protection.
Now it had all vanished. The walls were naked and strange, as if the huge and
kind soul of Montsegur flew with the souls of the burnt Cathars...
The Cathars looked at the familiar stars. They were so big and close from here!
They knew that very soon these stars would be their new Home. The stars looked down
from above on their lost children and tenderly smiled, ready to receive their lonely
souls.

The next morning the Cathars gathered in the enormous low cave which was right
above their favourite "cathedral" one... A long time ago Golden Maria taught
KNOWLEDGE there, new Perfect ones gathered and the Light and Kind World of the
Cathars was born, grew and matured in this cave.
And now, when they returned here, only like "splinters" of this wonderful world,
they wanted to be nearer to their irreplaceable past... The Perfect ones gave a
consolamentum to each of them tenderly laying their magic hands on their tired
drooping heads until all those leaving were at last, ready.

In complete silence people lay down right on the stone floor, crossed their thin
hands on their chest and calmly closed their eyes, as if they were going to sleep...
Mothers pressed their children to themselves, reluctant to part with them. A minute
later the enormous hall turned into a quiet burial vault of five hundred good people ...
The Cathars... Radomir and Magdalena’s Faithful and Light followers... who fell
asleep for good...
Their souls flew where their proud and brave brothers waited for them, where the
world was tender and kind, where there was no need to be afraid that somebody wicked
and blood-thirsty will cut your throat or throw you in the Pope’s "purifying" fire.
Sharp pain squeezed my heart. Tears rolled down my cheeks like hot brooks, but
I did not even notice that. Light, beautiful and pure people left life... of their own free
will. They went away in order not to surrender to the killers. They wanted to go away
the way they wanted it, instead of dragging out a miserable wandering existence in
their proud and native land – Occitania.

– Why did they do it, Sever? Why did not they fight?
– Fight what, Isidora? They lost their fight. They simply chose HOW they wanted
to go away.

– But they chose suicide! Is that not punished by karma? Did they not have to

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