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Nicolai Levashov. The Mirror of My Soul. Vol. 1. Born in the USSR

But, very often no one asked donors about their consent! They “simply” took a photo of

the desired donor and placed it in the special area of this devilish machine.

They irradiated the photo of the person-donor by magnetic fields and obtained the
same effect as if instead of the photo, it were the person! I think, there is no need to
explain that donors were not warned about their participation in similar actions.
Unfortunately, this is not an invention of a science-fiction writer, but objective reality!

Well, after Olga Sergeevna managed to avoid prison, they decided to punish her
that way. It resulted in the fourth grade cancer that she was suffering when I first met
her in September, 1987. I came in for this problem and the rest of the “bouquet” of
problems. I arrived in Moscow periodically, mainly on weekends; therefore, I conducted
most sessions with Olga Sergeevna by phone.

At that time I had neither telephone nor my own apartment. I rented a room and
even this was not easily got. The fact that I was unmarried and travelled light simplified
the situation considerably, besides, all my property was placed in a couple of suitcases.
All “unnecessary things” I simply abandoned in the old place, which was, probably, a
pleasant surprise for my former landlords. Therefore, after work I went to public call-
boxes and called Olga Sergeevna, in Moscow.

By the way, I would like to clarify the situation with phone calls. The work itself
takes place not by phone, as most may think, but through space. The telephone is needed
only to receive a direct feed-back from a person— what and where happened with him
(or her) during my influence. This is important in order to control fully the process of

healing and to prevent an overload which may have serious consequences.

During my first session with Olga Sergeevna I destroyed this astral machine, which
probably sent a great many “voluntary” donors who had disagreed with one or other of
the “big fish”, for whatever reason, to an early grave.

When I called Olga Sergeevna after my return to Kharkov, she told me
enthusiastically that not only was she feeling considerably better, but also that the astral
machine in the First Medical Institute had begun to work vice versa. This machine now
made “the chosen” ones feel worse as it did not satiate them with the life-force, but on
the contrary, took away what they had. I was very glad to hear this news. I had always
been indignant over the meanness and baseness of some people and I always fought them
to the best of my ability and forces, which due to certain reasons became pretty effective.

* * *
I had thought that it was over, but, unfortunately, this was not the case. I continued

to work very successfully with Olga Sergeevna’s cancer, from Kharkov, and whenever
I appeared in Moscow on a business trip, I worked with her directly; since she lived next
to the Kurskiy station there was no need to spend time covering enormous Moscow
distances.

In the evening of December, 18, 1987 I boarded the Kharkov-Moscow train and in
the morning of the next day I was in Moscow. This train was very comfortable—you
went bed in Kharkov and woke up in the morning in Moscow and had two entire days
at your disposal. Sunday evening you boarded the Moscow-Kharkov train and in the
morning you went work straight from the station. It was comfortable (certainly, there

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