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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation

            Children of the Sun, The Templars and DaArya. We discussed it long enough shortly
            before her murder and I asked her to think about what she would like to see on them.
            Svetlana was happy about all that like a child, her eyes lit up and a burning desire
            appeared  in  them.  For  a  short  while  she  forgot  about  the  problems  which  heavily
            burdened her and the treacherous behaviour of the people who she had trusted and to
            whom she had opened her heart. Lately I had seen her in such good spirits very rarely.
            Only, when we worked together solving one or another problem, did Svetlana revive
            and become herself despite her tiredness because of such enormous loads. Work and
            her books always made her happy, despite the darkness which surrounded us and which
            became especially dark after I returned to Russia in 2006.

                  I shall write about all that in my Bio at length, if I have time, but Svetlana lived
            in an incessant hell precisely after I returned to my Motherland. Parasites of all stripes
            went absolutely mad: they had made our life complicated before too, but after my return
            they attacked us continuously from all possible and impossible levels of reality. I don’t
            remember a single day for the last four years which would pass without attacks from
            both  other  levels  and  the  purely  earthly  one.  Very  often  they  were  inflicted
            simultaneously from all levels! And I had to deal with them again and again, and restore
            the damages in Svetlana and me. But before the "old wounds" could heal, new blows
            poured down and then new ones …
                  But  Svetlana  did  not  surrender  despite  all  that  being  very  hard  for  her  and  a
            constant pain in the neck, hers. They failed to break her, no matter how hard they tried.
            Yes, there were tears in her eyes when those who she trusted betrayed her, tried to
            deceive and swindle, but she always wiped away tears of vexation, not of weakness,
            and  fought  the  enemies,  like  a  warrior.  Svetlana  was  and  is  an  amazing  person,
            amazing woman. Maybe some day I shall tell you who in fact Svetlana was (and is)
            there, in Big Space, and what we succeeded in doing in these earthly bodies…

                  But now it’s not the time, and people will not understand that correctly, because
            all  that  will  be  beyond  their  comprehension,  and  everything  that  lies  beyond
            comprehension frightens not only little children, about whom Svetlana wrote in her
            book but big children too. Only big children, already totally reduced to zombies by
            parasites, often behave worse than little children. Therefore, that will be the story of
            another day.
                  I found it painfully sad to examine Svetlana’s computer, because she could never
            do that herself. I felt as if she disappeared from Life with every minute, with every day.
            Her bank account was closed; all official papers, taxes, etc. are redirected to my name,
            because it is impossible to do anything without that in France, even if you wish. Her
            name disappears from the bills which come to the Château. It is very sad to watch all
            that–there was a person once and now there are no reminders of her. It always happens,
            but Svetlana is a special case. She left her book, although incomplete, although she did
            not have time to tell about the most interesting events of her life, but people had the
            chance to feel the truth in what she wrote with their hearts and souls! And this is what
            the enemies will never be able to destroy, distort or pervert.

                  I looked for new materials in Svetlana’s computer about which she told me, but
            which I had not seen; she usually asked me to be the very first reader of the chapters of


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