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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

while my heart beats! I do not know how long that may be, à la guerre comme à la
guerre, but as long as it continues to beat I shall not leave the chosen path, whatever
the cost might be! Once Svetlana’s Granddad told little Svetlana: "nobody can take
honour and human dignity from man, only he can let go of them." It really is so! The
slave philosophy, being a social weapon invented by parasites grossly distorted the
consciousness of the Ruses and other native people of the Light Rus. It is time we took
off the stupefying shroud from people’s consciousness: any awoken person who reads
Svetlana’s and my books inflicts a blow on social parasites, weakens their power and
strength and instills ever stronger and stronger fear and panic in them. The parasites
are perfectly aware that the earth now begins to rock under their feet and that their
parasitizing, sweet for them and bloody for the rest, is coming to an end. Those still
asleep are awakening and this is inevitable, despite the parasites’ loud yelling that they
bring goodness and light to people. However, they do not specify that their "light" is
darkness and chaos for all other people which should be either eliminated or turned
into slaves! ...

In the second half of Friday I got Svetlana’s death certificate and the address of
the hospital where her body was. Everything happened as in a bad dream, only there
was no way I could wake up from it.
Whilst a child I had "bad dreams", only later I understood that they were real. In
them a monster pursued me with but one intention–to get me for its breakfast, dinner
or supper, I did not specify what kind of meal I was intended for. So, the monster went
hunting and I was the prey. I still remember the acute feeling of danger and the feeling
of game ensnared in a trap. And when the monster opened its mouth anticipating a
banquet, a precipice opened wide under my feet and I fell into it, screaming and
unexpectedly found myself in my own bed sweating all over…

I did not understand then where this precipice suddenly appeared from and why
on falling in it, I appeared in my bed or, in my body, as I would say now. Everything
seemed strange to me then: monsters that hunted me and the precipice which appeared
as if from nowhere. Then I was glad that I did not become somebody's breakfast or
dinner. Then everything ended very well, but this time the bad dream continued. I
opened my eyes and nothing disappeared, everything happened in reality.
Oh, how I would wish it to be just a bad dream! Regrettably nothing changed
because I wished that…

And tomorrow, Saturday, November 20, I will have no illusion regarding
Svetlana’s death. I will see her body; the body of the dearest creature on Earth who I
have not seen for four long years. It will be my first meeting with Svetlana in four
years. It was not the kind of meeting with Svetlana I had dreamed about, but I was glad
to have at least this. I was afraid that they would not give me a visa and Svetlana would
be buried without me and I would not even see her for the last time. So, the next
morning Alexander entered the address of the hospital in the city of Tours into the GPS
which was located thirty kilometres from our Château and we set out on our sad
journey…
Thanks to the GPS we could find the hospital very quickly, but came across a
small problem. All inscriptions were in French, as they certainly should be, and we

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