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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– Long-long time ago the three-leafed plant was a
battle symbol of the Slavs-Aryans, Isidora. It was a
magic grass which miraculously helped in the battle. It
gave unbelievable strength to the warriors, healed their
wounds and facilitated their departure to another life.
This wonderful grass grew far away to the north. Only
the Volkhvs could pick it. It was always given to the
warriors who went to defend their Motherland. When a
warrior went to a battle, he pronounced the usual
incantation: "For Honour! For Conscience! For
Faith!" accompanying it with a magic motion. He
touched his left and right shoulder and at last the middle
of his forehead with two fingers. This is what this three-
leafed plant meant in reality and this was the initial
meaning of the symbol which the Meravingly brought.
Well, after the Meravingly dynasty was exterminated, new kings appropriated it, just
as everything else, declaring it to be a symbol of the royal house of France. And the
ritual "was adopted" by the Catholic Church which added to it a fourth, lower part...
the Devil’s part. Regrettably, history repeats itself.

Yes, indeed history does repeat itself... I felt bitter and sad. Was anything real in
what we knew? Suddenly I felt that hundreds of unknown people looked demandingly
at me. I understood, they were those who KNEW, those who died protecting the truth...
I felt that they bequeathed it to me to carry the TRUTH to the unknowing ones, but I
could not. I was leaving... just as they did once.
Suddenly the door swung open and smiling merry Anna ran into the room like a
hurricane. My heart jumped up and then sank to the precipice. I could not believe I
saw my dear girl! And she smiled widely, as if nothing happened and she was absolutely
fine and the terrible danger did not hang over our heads.

– Mother, dear, I hardly found you! Oh, hello, Sever! Have you come to help us?
Tell me, you will help us, won’t you? – Anna asked confidently, looking right into his
eyes.
Sever just smiled affectionately and very sadly...

Isidora-8. The Key of Gods

Anna rapturously fixed her glittering eyes on Sever as if he could bring us
salvation... But gradually the sparkles of hope in them began to fade away as the sad
expression on his face told her: no matter how strongly he wished it, for some reason
there would be no help.

– You do want to help us, don’t you? Tell me, you do wish to help us, Sever.
Anna peered into our eyes, as if wishing to be certain that we get her right. It was
beyond her comprehension. Her pure and honest heart was unable to understand the
fact that someone could but did not want to save us from a hideous death...
– I am sorry, Anna. I can not help you. – Sever pronounced sadly.

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