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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation

                  Then, like a child, she rejoiced at every single reader’s comment on the chapters
            she had written. Cordial words warmed her heart and like the living flame of a candle
            dispersed the thickening darkness and illuminated a tiny island in the middle of that
            insanity, which the enemies organized for us, where she could breathe freely and derive
            her strength to write again despite everything...

                  The meeting with this man’s spirit served as a new push for Svetlana to get to
            know herself and her abilities. She was eager to find out and understand what happened
            to her and to learn to control her abilities. And she left for Moscow to find the answers
            to her questions. She came to Moscow as a TV reporter on the European TV channel
            "Antenna", its Polish department. It is of interest that she arrived in Moscow at the end
            of the spring of 1988, almost at the same time as I did. However, three long years
            separated us from each other!!! It is likely that we visited the same places and, as it
            turned out later, had common acquaintances, but only in the second half of April 1991
            did our paths join, not to be separated anymore. It is not important that the enemies
            took a lot of care to put borders and oceans between us for many years, because these
            obstacles were unable to split us.
                  Our feelings and attachment to each other grew stronger with every day, every
            month. The enemies are impotent to understand why neither distance nor the problems,
            with which they bombarded us, could separate our hearts and souls, but on the contrary,
            strengthened our feelings. I’ll tell why. They apply their own standards, which are no
            higher than the animal level of existence, to others. If a male does not have a female
            beside him, he starts looking for a substitute, sometimes for several. Or, if a female
            does not have a male near her, she will certainly find one to replace him. They do not
            understand  that  man  and  woman  are  not  simply  male  and  female.  They  do  not
            understand that even animals have feelings, rather than just instincts! Their animal level

            consciousness (not even that of a reasoning one) cannot understand that we passed this
            phase long ago and go along the evolutional path of actual Man, as I call this phase of
            evolutional    development,  where  the  animal  elements  are  very  far  from  playing  a
            leading role.
                  What a pity that I shall never know lots of things about Svetlana’s life before we
            met. Certainly, I can scan many things, but only that which I would want to scan. A
            scanning can be compared to the reaction of a  person to an unexpected sound. On
            hearing it, he turns his head toward the source of the sound and sees with his own eyes
            what  or  who  produces  it.  Besides,  everything  I  can  get  by  scanning  will  be,
            nevertheless,  my  perception  of  the  events,  and  her  amazing  perception  of  the
            surrounding world disappeared together with her for good. Svetlana will never tell
            anything more with her melodious and tender voice or write the lines which come alive
            in the eyes of a reader. Many things will never happen because of the mean murder
            from round the corner. She was killed and the killers did not show their faces. This is
            not  the behaviour  of  a  warrior, even  an  enemy  one. Only  degenerates  which have
            nothing human in them kill like this.
                  On Saturday, November 13, I called Svetlana six or seven times on the landline
            phone, leaving messages which each time became more anxious. I made many Skype
            calls and after 6 p.m. Moscow time began to call to her mobile. There was no answer.
            I became seriously worried. I switched onto a scanning mode and got reassuring news.

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