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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

When the matter with visas became more or less settled, it was still Monday and
Alexander wanted me to choose the time and day he should book the tickets. He was
constantly on the phone with his acquaintances from a travel agency and I had to make
a decision. There was not much sense in arriving in Paris late at night on Tuesday and I
decided to depart in the early morning on Wednesday, November 17. We had to leave
home at 3.30 a.m., so I also did not sleep on Tuesday too, although I did try. We came
to the airport, passed registration and customs very quickly and began waiting to board.
The airplane took off in time, but Alexander and I failed to relax during the flight, even
for a minute. The thing is that we both are almost two metres in height plus my not being
"Thumbelina" size so sitting in very narrow passenger seats in economy was a genuine
torture for us. We almost could not move in these seats and had nowhere to place our
feet for four hours, but it was of little importance, because I was glad, if one could say
that under these circumstances, that I could go to France and would see my Svetlana…

Each time when I remember our meeting in Charles de Gaulle Airport after our
living apart three long years, I see shining Svetlana with outstretched arms running
toward me. Such moments are imprinted into your memory forever and come back to
life every time you think about them. By the will of fate and enemies this meeting
became our last meeting and our last joy, because there was a last parting, when
Svetlana was so close to me for the last time. Like any of our partings, it was a sad one,
when my heart was encircled by deep sorrow, because we could not be absolutely
certain that there would be a new meeting, taking into account the life we led. But I
would have never even supposed that this would be the last time I could see Svetlana
in the flesh with my own eyes; the last time I would hug her and then never again see
her alive. I always thought that most likely it would be me who would die at the
enemies’ hands, because almost always the earthly enemies attacked me first, and only
then Svetlana. And enemies from "there" almost always attacked us simultaneously,
and I had to find a key to their next dirty trick, give it a work-out on me and then free
Svetlana. It happened often enough, especially for the last four years, after I returned
to Russia. They severely attacked before that, and those attacks were quite serious, but
only after my return to Russia did the social parasites go absolutely wild. I shall
describe in the Mirror of My Soul to what tricks the USA authorities resorted to prevent
me from leaving the country.

The parasites beat us so severely that it was out of the question to carry out any
joint work without solving the next problem and repairing the damages primarily
because I did not want Svetlana to be working at full stretch and wearying, which
always happens, if one works whilst having serious injuries. They did not attack us just
at other levels of reality; they used any possibility to organize murderous assaults at
the purely earthly level too. Last year, when Svetlana went to Occitania for the first
time to carry out her research related to Maria Magdalene and the Cathars, our friends
warned me that the parasites had staged the next hunt for her and me. I strengthened
Svetlana’s protective structures and everything turned out all right then, although it was
not difficult to organize an accident in caves full of deep cracks and precipices. Almost
each time when Svetlana abandoned the Château, I reinforced her protection to prevent,
for example, a truck "accidentally" coming into an opposing lane, etc. I would like to
say that I was warned about the forthcoming attempts which special services of

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