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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

– This is a Holy City, dear, the City of our Gods. It has ceased to exist for a very
long time. – Isten said in a low voice. – It’s there from where we all came once... Only
nobody on Earth remembers it. – Then he suddenly remembered something and added:
– Carefully, dear, you will find it too heavy. Don’t look anymore.

But I wished for more! Some burning thirst burned my brain, begging to continue!
The unknown world beckoned and charmed me with its primordialness! I wanted to
dive in it and submerge deeper and deeper to absorb it endlessly, not losing a single
precious minute... which I knew I had very few left...
Every new plate demonstrated thousands of incredible images which were
surprisingly bright and now understandable for some reason, as if I had suddenly
found a magic key which had been lost a long time ago.

Time flew, but I did not notice it. I wanted more and more. I was terribly afraid
that right now somebody would stop all that and I would have to leave this wonderful
well of somebody's unbelievable memory which I would never have the occasion to
perceive again. I felt very sad and bad, but, unfortunately, there was no way back for
me. It was me who chose my life and I was not going to renounce it, despite it being
incredibly hard...
– That will be it, dear. I cannot show you more. You are an "apostate" which did
not want to know... And the way here is closed for you. I am sincerely sorry, Isidora.
You have a great Gift!
You could easily KNOW all of it... if you wanted. It did not come so easily for the
majority of us...
Your nature craves it. But you’ve chosen another way and that is why you must go
away now. My thoughts will be with you, child of Light. Go with VERA. Let it help you.
Farewell, Isidora.
The room disappeared. We found ourselves in a different stone hall which was
also filled with a great number of scrolls, but they looked different, not as ancient as
the previous ones. Suddenly I felt extremely sad. I painfully wanted to grasp these
strange "secrets" and see the riches hidden in them, but I was leaving in order to never
return here.

– Think, Isidora! – Sever said quietly, as if feeling my doubts. – You have not
left yet. Stay. I only shook my head...

Suddenly my attention was attracted by the already familiar, but in the same way
incomprehensible phenomenon: as we moved further, the room stretched here too with
one difference, though. I did not see a soul in the previous one, but here I saw a lot of
people – young and old, men and women and even children! They all studied something
very attentively, fully retiring into themselves and devotedly comprehending some
"wise truth", paying no attention to the visitors.
– Who are all these people, Sever? Do they live here? – I asked in a whisper.

– They are Witches and Veduns, Isidora. Your father was one of them once. We
teach them.
My heart ached. I wanted to howl like a wolf, pitying myself and my short lost life!
I wanted to give up everything and sit down next to them – these happy Veduns and

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