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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

extinguished my last hope of returning life to this body.

The work of the pathologist did not leave a single organ unharmed by the scalpel.
They even dissected her skull and withdrew her brain. I have no doubt whatsoever that
Svetlana’s autopsy was not an ordinary one, taking into account the close attention
which the authorities paid to the case. They perfectly knew (although, not all of them)
who Svetlana was and enjoying their complete immunity and total lack of control, they
undoubtedly took samples of her tissues for studying, and most likely her whole brain.
The parasites are dying to know how the human brain can do unbelievable things, from
their point of view. Their hidebound minds cannot understand that all "magic" abilities
are formed on levels inaccessible to the scalpel of a pathologist; nevertheless they
continue to look for a black cat in a black room, when in fact the cat has never been
there…
One day I paid attention to the fact that ichors continued to ooze from the stitches
despite the fact that it was the tenth day after Svetlana’s death. Nadezhda Jakovlevna
Anshukova, who has worked all her life as a doctor, explained to me that it was an
indication of a violent death, because, if a person dies of natural causes, his body
produces a lot of adrenalin and the blood quickly coagulates, but if the death was
violent and very rapid, then the adrenal glands do not have time to produce adrenalin
with all following consequences. So, that fact served as another confirmation that
Svetlana was murdered.

Svetlana’s skin became healthier, acquiring more colour and elasticity with every
day. Certainly, it also happened because every day I spent two hours with Svetlana’s
body and stroked her forehead and hair. My life-force filled her, and the cells of her
body gradually came back to life, but it was out of question that Svetlana herself could
come back to life after the autopsy. If I had been beside her, when all that happened, I
would have been able to return her to life. It is highly likely that, if I had been beside
her, nothing would have happened to her at all or we would have died together.
Svetlana always told me that she would never remain alone, without me, not for the
world, and her dream was that when the time came, we would be gone together. It
happened that only the first part of her wish came true and it was me who remained
alone, and we will be unable to leave this world together…
Every day the moment drew nearer when Svetlana’s body would disappear in the
fire forever, burning the vessel which contained her beautiful and brave spirit. Every
bit of my soul stood up against it. Her body was the only thing that was left for me from
her in this world. Although I could speak to her spirit, it was not enough for me. I often
remembered and still do Svetlana’s words that she wanted to see the victory of Light
exactly with these eyes and exactly in this body, no matter how imperfect it was,
because we came through everything exactly in this body, and exactly in these
imperfect bodies we performed and continue to perform that, in which our spirits could
never succeed before (and not only our spirits)…

Wednesday, November 24, when I could have the opportunity to see Svetlana for
the last time, inevitably came. Alexander and I arrived at the morgue by 9 a.m., the car
from the funeral parlour came later, and the last preparations for the funeral began. I
brought Svetlana’s clothes and gave them to the morgue workers. In ten or fifteen

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