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

would be the most severe enemy of everything I would do, but I hoped, all the same, that

there would be true scientists who would appreciate truth rather than their own position.
I did meet such people in my life, however, there were not so many of them.

It was my last attempt at addressing official science to find the answers.
Unfortunately, the “science” appeared to be in the state of a “blind kitten” to a much
greater degree than I. When you get into unknown territory, you should not ask the blind
for help in finding the right direction. After this, I sought no further contact with official
science and went my own way relying solely on my-self…

I returned to Kharkov on Monday morning and went to work straight from the train.
Last days of 1987 were ordinary, nothing special.

* * *
On Thursday December 31 we worked only half a day, and after lunch I was
st
already at home, in the room I rented then. Yet in the morning I had felt somewhat
strange and in the evening I felt as if I was literally burning from within, although I did
not have a high temperature.

This feeling was highly unpleasant, as though being flattened by a tank. The sense
of “crushing” was very real. I barely crawled to my sofa and literally sprawled on it. I
did not understand the reason why I felt like this. It did not look like a cold or ‘flu; neither
had I had pneumonia nor bronchitis. In this crushed state and with internal burning I met
1988. The next day I felt better, but, nevertheless, the internal burning did not disappear
fully.

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Only on January 2 did I have the idea to search for the reason for the problem of
my unusual state not in myself, but outside. To my surprise I found it almost at once. I
was right; I felt like this not because of some infection, but because of some external
influence and it was conscious and intentional aiming at my physical elimination.

When I understood what was happening to me, I was able to block this destructive
influence and managed to render harmless those who had influenced me. My
“neutralizers” found themselves as if in strait-jackets. Thus stopping my terminators, I
got the chance to talk to them. I found out that my “angels of death” were sent from an
external parasitic hierarchy, in order to investigate what had happened with one of the
elements of their system, which they had created on Midgard-earth.

As it turned out, the parasitic system, which I destroyed, had owners from far
worlds, and it appeared that the problem of parasitism was not only on our planet, but a

problem for both our galaxy and our Universe (and not only our Universe, as it turned
out later). And these owners sent a fast-response group to Midgard-earth to redress the
situation on the spot, to establish “order” and punish the guilty. As is clear from the
above, the guilty in this case of “universal alarm” was me, and the messengers began to
execute my punishment, which implied my physical elimination, and they did it quite
industriously, taking full responsibility.

I was lucky, because by the time of my decisive actions, which resulted in complete
elimination of the parasitic system, I had already reconstructed my brain and my body
and created (as it turned out later) some very powerful and effective structures in my
brain and many other things. That is why the actions of the fast-response group of space
parasites did not result in my death.

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