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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

then by the offended cry of a lonely restless bird or by the sleepy bark of the local dogs
showing their tireless vigilance. As for the rest, the night seemed still, tender and quiet...
And only two persons stayed awake, sitting in the garden behind a high clay wall. They
were Jesus Radomir and his wife Mary Magdalena... It was their last night... before the
crucifixion.

Maria was silent, nestling to her husband and putting her tired head onto his
chest. She wanted to say so many things to him! She wanted to say so many important
things while there was still time! But she could not find the words. All words have been
already said. And they all seemed senseless, unworthy of these last precious moments.
In vain she tried to persuade Radomir to leave the alien land. He refused. It was
so inhumanly painful! The world was quiet and protected, but she knew – it would not
be like this when Radomir went away... Everything will be empty and cold without
him... She asked him to reconsider... She asked him to come back to his far away
Northern country or at least the Valley of Magicians to start everything from the
beginning.

She knew that wonderful people were waiting for them in the Valley of Magicians.
They all were gifted. There they could build a new and light world, just as Volkhv John
had assured her. But Radomir did not want to... He did not agree. He wished to
sacrifice himself in order that the blind could see the light... It was exactly the task
which his Father, White Volkhv, placed on his strong shoulders... And Radomir did not
wish to retreat... He wanted to be understood... by the Israelites, even at the price of
his own life.
None of his nine friends, the faithful knights of his Spiritual Temple, agreed with
him. None wished to give him into the hands of the executioners. They did not want to
lose him. They loved him too much...
But the day came when, submitting to Radomir’s adamant will, his friends and
his wife (against her will) swore not to interfere in what would be going on... not to try
to save him no matter what would happen. Radomir hoped that, on seeing the
inevitability of his death, people would at last understand, would see the light and
would manifest their own wish to save him, despite the distinctions of their faith or lack
of understanding.

But Magdalena knew that it would not happen. She knew that this evening would
be the last for them.
Her heart broke to pieces, hearing his even breathing, feeling the warmth of his
hands, seeing his concentrated face unshadowed by the slightest doubt. He was
unconditionally confident in his rightness. And she could do nothing, no matter how
strongly she loved him, how furiously she tried to convince him that those, for whose
sake he was going to die a terrible death, were absolutely not worthy of him and his
sacrifice.

– Promise me one thing, my light one. If they manage to destroy me, you will go
Home. – Suddenly Radomir demanded very insistently. – You’ll be safe there and you’ll
be able to teach. The Knights Templar will come with you, they swore to me. You’ll
take Vesta. You’ll be together. I shall visit you, you know that. You do you know that,
don’t you?

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