Post by wornout on Oct 20, 2020 21:47:14 GMT
Is This the Real Jesus?
that I would have started from the beginning, which I intend to do, but later, for I must read the rest
about Isidora ‘til the end of the book.
Svetlana de Rohan-Levashov
And then it will be very simple, even for a weak man, let alone somebody like Caraffa, to take
advantage of everything we keep. And somebody will get his hands on the power over every living
soul. This kind of thing happened once… a very long time ago. The world almost died then.
Therefore, I am sorry but we are not going to interfere, Isidora. We have no right to do that... Our
Great Ancestors bade us guard the ancient KNOWLEDGE. And this is why we are here, what we
live for. We did not save even Christ once... although we could; despite the fact that we all loved
him very much.
– Are you saying that one of you knew Christ?! But it was such a long time ago! Even you
cannot live so long!
– Why is it a long time ago, Isidora? – Sever was sincerely surprised. – It was just several
hundred years ago! And we can live much longer; you know that... as you would live, if you
wanted...
– Several hundred?!!
Sever nodded.
– But what about the legend?! According to it a thousand and a half years have passed since
his death?!
– That is why it is called a "legend". – Sever shrugged his shoulders. – If it was a True one, it
would not need the bespoke "fantasies" of Paul, Matthew and Peter and others similar to them. And
with all this going on, these "holy" people in fact never saw a living Christ! And he never taught
them. History recurs, Isidora... So it was, and so it will be always until people finally begin to think
independently. While the Dark minds think for them, only the fight will always rule on Earth.
Sever fell silent, as if deciding whether he should continue, but on thinking a little, began to
speak again:
Pg 194
– From time to time the "Thinking Dark"ones give a new God to humanity, always choosing
him from the best, lightest and purest ones, but exactly those who are already not in the Circle of
the Living. Because, you see, it is much easier to "put" a false "story of his Life" on a dead one,
and spread it all over the world in order to bring to humanity only the story "approved" by the
"Thinking Dark", making people dive even deeper into the ignorance of Mind, swaddling their
Souls in the fear of their inevitable death ever more strongly, thus putting shackles on their free
and proud Life...
– Who are the Thinking Dark ones, Sever? – I could not help asking.
– It’s a Dark Circle which comprises "grey" Volkvs, "black" magicians, finance geniuses
(different ones in each period of time) and a lot of others like that. In other words, it is an Earthly
(and not only) union of "dark" forces.
– Don’t you fight them?!! You’re talking about it so calmly, as if it has nothing to do with
you! But you live on Earth too, Sever!
Mortal anguish crept into his eyes, as if I accidentally touched something deeply sad and
unbearably painful.
– Oh, we fought, Isidora! And how we fought! It was a long time ago. Then I was too naive,
like you now, and thought should we show people where the truth and lies were and they at once
would rush to the attack for the "right cause". It’s just a "dream of the future", Isidora. Man, you
see, is an extremely vulnerable creature which yields to flattery, avidity and the rest of "human
him from the best, lightest and purest ones, but exactly those who are already not in the Circle of
the Living. Because, you see, it is much easier to "put" a false "story of his Life" on a dead one,
and spread it all over the world in order to bring to humanity only the story "approved" by the
"Thinking Dark", making people dive even deeper into the ignorance of Mind, swaddling their
Souls in the fear of their inevitable death ever more strongly, thus putting shackles on their free
and proud Life...
– Who are the Thinking Dark ones, Sever? – I could not help asking.
– It’s a Dark Circle which comprises "grey" Volkvs, "black" magicians, finance geniuses
(different ones in each period of time) and a lot of others like that. In other words, it is an Earthly
(and not only) union of "dark" forces.
– Don’t you fight them?!! You’re talking about it so calmly, as if it has nothing to do with
you! But you live on Earth too, Sever!
Mortal anguish crept into his eyes, as if I accidentally touched something deeply sad and
unbearably painful.
– Oh, we fought, Isidora! And how we fought! It was a long time ago. Then I was too naive,
like you now, and thought should we show people where the truth and lies were and they at once
would rush to the attack for the "right cause". It’s just a "dream of the future", Isidora. Man, you
see, is an extremely vulnerable creature which yields to flattery, avidity and the rest of "human
vices" too easily. The first thing of which all people think is their necessities and benefits, and only
then – about "other" living things.
The strongest ones crave Power. The weak ones look for powerful defenders without being
interested about their "purity"; and all that has happened for centuries. That is why the lightest and
best are the first to die in any war, and the "remaining" ones join the "winner". So it has moved in a
circle again and again. Earth is not ready to think, Isidora; I know you don’t agree, because you
are too pure and light, but one person is unable to overturn the overall EVIL, even one as strong as
you. The earthly Evil is too huge and unrestricted. We tried once... and lost the best. Therefore we
will wait for the right time to come. We are very few, Isidora.
– Why then don’t you try to fight differently? Why don’t you wage a war which can avoid
sacrificing your lives? You do have such a weapon! And why do you allow the profanation of
people like Jesus? Why don’t you tell people the truth?
– Because nobody will listen to it, Isidora. People prefer a beautiful and calming lie to the
soul-agitating truth, and do not wish to think yet.
Look, even the stories about the "lives of Gods" and messiahs created by the "dark" ones
resemble each other too much, right up to some of the details, beginning with their birth and ending
with their death. It was done to prevent anything new "disturbing" man, to make sure that
something "usual and familiar" would always surround him.
Once, when I was like you – a convinced and true Warrior – these "stories" staggered me
with their barefaced lies and their "creators"’ poor thought. I considered it a great error of the
"dark". But now I understand that they were intentionally created this way, which was true
genius... The Thinking Dark ones know the nature of a "manageable" person too well and
therefore are quite sure that Man will always follow readily the one who is very familiar, but will
strongly resist and accept with difficulty the one who will turn out to be new for him and make
him think.
Probably that is why people still blindly follow "resembling" Gods, Isidora, thoughtlessly,
without doubts or the need to ask at least one question.
I bent my head – he was quite right. People still easily yielded to the "herd instinct" which
manipulated their pliable hearts.
– But each of them, who people call Gods, had their own very bright and very different
Pg 195
then – about "other" living things.
The strongest ones crave Power. The weak ones look for powerful defenders without being
interested about their "purity"; and all that has happened for centuries. That is why the lightest and
best are the first to die in any war, and the "remaining" ones join the "winner". So it has moved in a
circle again and again. Earth is not ready to think, Isidora; I know you don’t agree, because you
are too pure and light, but one person is unable to overturn the overall EVIL, even one as strong as
you. The earthly Evil is too huge and unrestricted. We tried once... and lost the best. Therefore we
will wait for the right time to come. We are very few, Isidora.
– Why then don’t you try to fight differently? Why don’t you wage a war which can avoid
sacrificing your lives? You do have such a weapon! And why do you allow the profanation of
people like Jesus? Why don’t you tell people the truth?
– Because nobody will listen to it, Isidora. People prefer a beautiful and calming lie to the
soul-agitating truth, and do not wish to think yet.
Look, even the stories about the "lives of Gods" and messiahs created by the "dark" ones
resemble each other too much, right up to some of the details, beginning with their birth and ending
with their death. It was done to prevent anything new "disturbing" man, to make sure that
something "usual and familiar" would always surround him.
Once, when I was like you – a convinced and true Warrior – these "stories" staggered me
with their barefaced lies and their "creators"’ poor thought. I considered it a great error of the
"dark". But now I understand that they were intentionally created this way, which was true
genius... The Thinking Dark ones know the nature of a "manageable" person too well and
therefore are quite sure that Man will always follow readily the one who is very familiar, but will
strongly resist and accept with difficulty the one who will turn out to be new for him and make
him think.
Probably that is why people still blindly follow "resembling" Gods, Isidora, thoughtlessly,
without doubts or the need to ask at least one question.
I bent my head – he was quite right. People still easily yielded to the "herd instinct" which
manipulated their pliable hearts.
– But each of them, who people call Gods, had their own very bright and very different
Pg 195
unique Lives which would beautify the True Chronicle of Humanity, if people knew about them. –
Sever sadly went on. – Tell me, Isidora; has anybody on Earth read Christ’s true writings? He was
an outstanding Teacher and a remarkable writer! He left far more than the "Thinking Dark" ones,
which created his false story, would ever imagine...
Sever’s eyes became pitch-dark and deep, as if they instantly absorbed the whole of earthly
bitterness and pain... It was obvious that he did not want to talk about it, but after a minute of
silence he continued:
– He lived here since he was thirteen. And already then he wrote the chronicle of his life,
knowing how strongly it would be perverted. Already then he knew his future and suffered. We
taught him a lot of things... – Suddenly Sever smiled, on remembering something very pleasant... –
The dazzling-bright Force of Life, like the sun, always burned in him along with wonderful internal
Light. He amazed us with the boundless desire to KNOW! He wanted to know EVERYTHING we
knew. I never saw such a huge thirst for knowledge! Except, maybe, in another one, likewise
obsessed...
His smile became surprisingly warm and light.
– At that time a girl, Magdalena, lived here with us. She was pure and tender, like the
morning light. Also she was incredibly gifted! She was the strongest of all I knew on Earth then,
except for our best Volkvs and Christ. Yet being with us, she became Jesus’s Vedunia... and his only
Great Love, and later his wife and friend, sharing every instant of his life with him while he lived on
this Earth...
On studying and maturing with us, he became a very strong Vedun and a real Warrior! Then
his time came to say goodbye to us... Time came to do the duty for the sake of which the Father
called him on Earth. And he left us. Magdalena went with him. Our monastery became empty and
cold without these extraordinary children, now adult. We terribly missed their happy smiles, warm
Sever sadly went on. – Tell me, Isidora; has anybody on Earth read Christ’s true writings? He was
an outstanding Teacher and a remarkable writer! He left far more than the "Thinking Dark" ones,
which created his false story, would ever imagine...
Sever’s eyes became pitch-dark and deep, as if they instantly absorbed the whole of earthly
bitterness and pain... It was obvious that he did not want to talk about it, but after a minute of
silence he continued:
– He lived here since he was thirteen. And already then he wrote the chronicle of his life,
knowing how strongly it would be perverted. Already then he knew his future and suffered. We
taught him a lot of things... – Suddenly Sever smiled, on remembering something very pleasant... –
The dazzling-bright Force of Life, like the sun, always burned in him along with wonderful internal
Light. He amazed us with the boundless desire to KNOW! He wanted to know EVERYTHING we
knew. I never saw such a huge thirst for knowledge! Except, maybe, in another one, likewise
obsessed...
His smile became surprisingly warm and light.
– At that time a girl, Magdalena, lived here with us. She was pure and tender, like the
morning light. Also she was incredibly gifted! She was the strongest of all I knew on Earth then,
except for our best Volkvs and Christ. Yet being with us, she became Jesus’s Vedunia... and his only
Great Love, and later his wife and friend, sharing every instant of his life with him while he lived on
this Earth...
On studying and maturing with us, he became a very strong Vedun and a real Warrior! Then
his time came to say goodbye to us... Time came to do the duty for the sake of which the Father
called him on Earth. And he left us. Magdalena went with him. Our monastery became empty and
cold without these extraordinary children, now adult. We terribly missed their happy smiles, warm
laughter and their joy when they saw each other, their irrepressible thirst for knowledge; iron
Strength of Mind, and the Light of their pure Souls... These children were like suns without which
our cold measured life grew dim. Meteora was sad and empty without them. We knew that they
would never come back and we would never see them again.
Jesus became a steadfast warrior. He fought evil more furiously than you, Isidora. But he did
not have enough strength. – Sever hanged his head. – He called Father for help. He had been
mentally talking with him for hours. But Father was deaf to his requests. He could not; he had no
right to betray what he served, for which he had to betray his son who he sincerely and selflessly
loved. – To my great surprise, I saw tears glittering in Sever’s eyes. – On getting his Father’s
refusal, Jesus asked all of us for help, just like you, Isidora. But we too said no to him. We had no
right. We asked him to leave, but he stayed, although he perfectly knew what awaited him. He
fought to the last instant... He fought for Good, for Earth and even for the people who executed him.
He fought for Light. And people, "in gratitude", slandered him after his death, making a false and
helpless God out of him... Although Jesus was never helpless: He was a warrior to the marrow of
his bones, whilst he was a child, when he came to us. He called people to fight evil and crushed
everything "black" wherever he came across it on his thorny way.
Sever fell silent and I thought that the story was over. Such deep and naked anguish flooded
his sad grey eyes that I understood at last how difficult it must be to live on refusing to help the
dear, light and wonderful people, seeing them off to their sure death and knowing how easily they
could save them, just stretching out a hand... How wrong in my opinion was their unwritten "truth"
about non-interference in Earthly matters until (at last, one day!) the "right" time would come...
which by the way could never come...
– Man is still a weak-willed creature, Isidora. – Sever suddenly began to talk again. –
Unfortunately there is both greed and envy in him, more than he can handle. People don’t wish to
follow the Pure and Light one yet. It wounds their "pride" and strongly angers them, because he
differs too much from the man they have become accustomed to.
Strength of Mind, and the Light of their pure Souls... These children were like suns without which
our cold measured life grew dim. Meteora was sad and empty without them. We knew that they
would never come back and we would never see them again.
Jesus became a steadfast warrior. He fought evil more furiously than you, Isidora. But he did
not have enough strength. – Sever hanged his head. – He called Father for help. He had been
mentally talking with him for hours. But Father was deaf to his requests. He could not; he had no
right to betray what he served, for which he had to betray his son who he sincerely and selflessly
loved. – To my great surprise, I saw tears glittering in Sever’s eyes. – On getting his Father’s
refusal, Jesus asked all of us for help, just like you, Isidora. But we too said no to him. We had no
right. We asked him to leave, but he stayed, although he perfectly knew what awaited him. He
fought to the last instant... He fought for Good, for Earth and even for the people who executed him.
He fought for Light. And people, "in gratitude", slandered him after his death, making a false and
helpless God out of him... Although Jesus was never helpless: He was a warrior to the marrow of
his bones, whilst he was a child, when he came to us. He called people to fight evil and crushed
everything "black" wherever he came across it on his thorny way.
Sever fell silent and I thought that the story was over. Such deep and naked anguish flooded
his sad grey eyes that I understood at last how difficult it must be to live on refusing to help the
dear, light and wonderful people, seeing them off to their sure death and knowing how easily they
could save them, just stretching out a hand... How wrong in my opinion was their unwritten "truth"
about non-interference in Earthly matters until (at last, one day!) the "right" time would come...
which by the way could never come...
– Man is still a weak-willed creature, Isidora. – Sever suddenly began to talk again. –
Unfortunately there is both greed and envy in him, more than he can handle. People don’t wish to
follow the Pure and Light one yet. It wounds their "pride" and strongly angers them, because he
differs too much from the man they have become accustomed to.
Pg 196
And the Thinking Dark ones perfectly knew and used this and always easily directed people to
overturning and smiting the "new" Gods, appeasing their "thirst" for destruction of something
wonderful and light. And then they returned those new "Gods", already disgraced enough, to the
crowd as Great Martyrs killed "by mistake"...
As for Christ, even crucified, he remained too distant for people; too pure. Therefore people
sullied him with such cruelty after his death, mercilessly and shamelessly making him like them.
So the fervent Warrior turned into a cowardly God which instructed people to turn the left
cheek, if someone strikes you on the right one.... And only a pitiful laughing-stock at which they
threw stones was left of his great Love... wonderful pure girl who was turned into a "fallen" woman
rising from the dirt and "forgiven" by Christ...
People are still foolish and wicked, Isidora. Don’t give yourself for them! In fact even on
crucifying Christ, they cannot calm down all those years, wiping out His Name. Don’t give yourself
for them, Isidora!
– But do you really think that ALL people are foolish and wicked? There are a lot of
wonderful people on Earth, Sever! And not all of them need a "defeated" God, believe me! Look at
me. Don’t you see? I would need a living Christ, just as did his marvellous Love – Magdalena...
Sever smiled.
– That’s because you are Is-i-do-ra. You pray to different Gods. Besides, they hardly need
praying to! They are always with you and cannot leave you. Your Gods are Kindness and Love,
Light and Knowledge and Pure primordial Force. They are Gods of Wisdom, and they are what we
"pray" to. People don’t acknowledge them yet. They still need another thing. People need somebody
to whom they can complain about feeling bad; who they can accuse when having bad luck; who
they can ask when they want something; who can forgive them when they "sin". Here is what man
needs now. Lots of time will pass until man stops needing a God which would do everything for
him, let alone, forgive everything. It’s too comfortable to refuse, Isidora. Man is not ready yet to do
anything on his own.
– Show me him, Sever... – I asked in a whisper. – Show me what he was.
The air around began to vibrate with soft waves, sparkling and thickening, as if a mysterious
overturning and smiting the "new" Gods, appeasing their "thirst" for destruction of something
wonderful and light. And then they returned those new "Gods", already disgraced enough, to the
crowd as Great Martyrs killed "by mistake"...
As for Christ, even crucified, he remained too distant for people; too pure. Therefore people
sullied him with such cruelty after his death, mercilessly and shamelessly making him like them.
So the fervent Warrior turned into a cowardly God which instructed people to turn the left
cheek, if someone strikes you on the right one.... And only a pitiful laughing-stock at which they
threw stones was left of his great Love... wonderful pure girl who was turned into a "fallen" woman
rising from the dirt and "forgiven" by Christ...
People are still foolish and wicked, Isidora. Don’t give yourself for them! In fact even on
crucifying Christ, they cannot calm down all those years, wiping out His Name. Don’t give yourself
for them, Isidora!
– But do you really think that ALL people are foolish and wicked? There are a lot of
wonderful people on Earth, Sever! And not all of them need a "defeated" God, believe me! Look at
me. Don’t you see? I would need a living Christ, just as did his marvellous Love – Magdalena...
Sever smiled.
– That’s because you are Is-i-do-ra. You pray to different Gods. Besides, they hardly need
praying to! They are always with you and cannot leave you. Your Gods are Kindness and Love,
Light and Knowledge and Pure primordial Force. They are Gods of Wisdom, and they are what we
"pray" to. People don’t acknowledge them yet. They still need another thing. People need somebody
to whom they can complain about feeling bad; who they can accuse when having bad luck; who
they can ask when they want something; who can forgive them when they "sin". Here is what man
needs now. Lots of time will pass until man stops needing a God which would do everything for
him, let alone, forgive everything. It’s too comfortable to refuse, Isidora. Man is not ready yet to do
anything on his own.
– Show me him, Sever... – I asked in a whisper. – Show me what he was.
The air around began to vibrate with soft waves, sparkling and thickening, as if a mysterious
invisible door was going to open. And here I saw them!
In a spacious stone cave two wonderful blond children merrily chatted about something,
sitting beside a small natural stone fountain. The world around them seemed happy and sunny,
absorbing the quiet joy which streamed out of their wonderful souls...
The boy was proud, tall and very slender for his thirteen years. Enormous internal force
raged in him, but at the same time he was soft and very pleasant. He looked at the world merrily
and ... very wisely, as if, inside, he was more than a hundred years old. His radiant blue eyes
flashed from time to time with a steel grey colour, but then again sparkled with joy, admiring his
charming and easily amused interlocutor.
The girl was extraordinarily attractive. She resembled a pure angel newly descended from the
sky. She clasped an ancient thick book to her bosom and apparently was not going to let it go for all
the tea in China. Wavy very long golden hair was tied with a blue silk ribbon which advantageously
emphasized the colour of her laughing sky-blue eyes. Little dimples on the pink cheeks made her
very sweet and merry like a May morning...
The children were dressed in long snow-white identical garments girdled with golden belts
and looked like a wonderful couple from a beautiful old painting... They were a wonderful match,
complementing and giving each other the missing bits, thus creating the whole which was
impossible to break... This was Jesus and Magdalena, the future Saviour of Humanity and his only
and big future Love!
– But they are completely different! – I exclaimed, being sincerely surprised. – They are
absolutely not like they are drawn! Aren’t they really Jews?!
Pg. 197
In a spacious stone cave two wonderful blond children merrily chatted about something,
sitting beside a small natural stone fountain. The world around them seemed happy and sunny,
absorbing the quiet joy which streamed out of their wonderful souls...
The boy was proud, tall and very slender for his thirteen years. Enormous internal force
raged in him, but at the same time he was soft and very pleasant. He looked at the world merrily
and ... very wisely, as if, inside, he was more than a hundred years old. His radiant blue eyes
flashed from time to time with a steel grey colour, but then again sparkled with joy, admiring his
charming and easily amused interlocutor.
The girl was extraordinarily attractive. She resembled a pure angel newly descended from the
sky. She clasped an ancient thick book to her bosom and apparently was not going to let it go for all
the tea in China. Wavy very long golden hair was tied with a blue silk ribbon which advantageously
emphasized the colour of her laughing sky-blue eyes. Little dimples on the pink cheeks made her
very sweet and merry like a May morning...
The children were dressed in long snow-white identical garments girdled with golden belts
and looked like a wonderful couple from a beautiful old painting... They were a wonderful match,
complementing and giving each other the missing bits, thus creating the whole which was
impossible to break... This was Jesus and Magdalena, the future Saviour of Humanity and his only
and big future Love!
– But they are completely different! – I exclaimed, being sincerely surprised. – They are
absolutely not like they are drawn! Aren’t they really Jews?!
Pg. 197
– They never were. – Sever shrugged his shoulders. – It was people who longed for power
that very "wisely" decided they should become the "children of the killed God" thus making the
most dangerous people on Earth; the "CHOSEN" ones.
Jesus was the son of a White Volkhv and our disciple Vedunia Maria. They became his
parents to bring his amazing Spirit to Earth.
I stared at Sever absolutely dumbfounded...
– But what about the Jews Maria and Joseph?! What about Nazareth?
– Neither the Jew Maria nor Joseph was ever with Jesus, Isidora. There was Vedunia
Maria who wanted to come here, to Meteora, right before his birth in order for him to be born
among Volkvs and Witches. But she was late... Jesus was born a week earlier, AT DAWN (na zare
Rus. – E.L.) in a little house on the riverside. And his birth was accompanied by the Light Morning
Star.
Our Volkvs hurried to see and protect him. And his Teacher and Father came to greet his
newly-born son’s remarkable Spirit.
The Volkvs called him to Earth to stop the "plague" which, like a spider, had already been
spinning its black web for a long time. It was exactly the Volkvs who sent Christ to the Jews, but
Jesus himself was never a Jew.
The Volkvs hoped that he would have enough strength to stop the "black" Evil which had
begun to crawl all over the Earth. But Jesus failed, underestimating the "great weaknesses" of
Man...
The Earth was not ready for His coming, just as it is not ready for the coming of the
KNOWING ones, Idsidora. And we are not ready to help the Earth. When the right time comes, we
will open the Doors. And maybe Light will triumph on Earth. But it will not happen for a very long
time... Forgive me.
Pg 198
that very "wisely" decided they should become the "children of the killed God" thus making the
most dangerous people on Earth; the "CHOSEN" ones.
Jesus was the son of a White Volkhv and our disciple Vedunia Maria. They became his
parents to bring his amazing Spirit to Earth.
I stared at Sever absolutely dumbfounded...
– But what about the Jews Maria and Joseph?! What about Nazareth?
– Neither the Jew Maria nor Joseph was ever with Jesus, Isidora. There was Vedunia
Maria who wanted to come here, to Meteora, right before his birth in order for him to be born
among Volkvs and Witches. But she was late... Jesus was born a week earlier, AT DAWN (na zare
Rus. – E.L.) in a little house on the riverside. And his birth was accompanied by the Light Morning
Star.
Our Volkvs hurried to see and protect him. And his Teacher and Father came to greet his
newly-born son’s remarkable Spirit.
The Volkvs called him to Earth to stop the "plague" which, like a spider, had already been
spinning its black web for a long time. It was exactly the Volkvs who sent Christ to the Jews, but
Jesus himself was never a Jew.
The Volkvs hoped that he would have enough strength to stop the "black" Evil which had
begun to crawl all over the Earth. But Jesus failed, underestimating the "great weaknesses" of
Man...
The Earth was not ready for His coming, just as it is not ready for the coming of the
KNOWING ones, Idsidora. And we are not ready to help the Earth. When the right time comes, we
will open the Doors. And maybe Light will triumph on Earth. But it will not happen for a very long
time... Forgive me.
Pg 198