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

Belozerov asked him about the effect of my influence, he answered: “I do not know what
helped me, whether it was the pills I took, or whether it was Levashov, who waved his
hands in front of me...”

That was the gratitude I got for saving his life, which lasted longer than nature
planned for him. I do not think that he did not understand the whole seriousness of his
state, and the future prospects, which modern medicine offered him. This man either was
scared to tell the truth in front of a camera or he is simply a dishonourable man. But what
can an aged man be afraid of? They will not take his rank of academician, the maximum
they could do to him is a small rebuke and that was all. It seems to me that it is small-
minded to act against one’s conscience because of this trifle. And, if it was done for any
other reason, then it was dishonourable.

By the way, he paid me nothing for my work, and even did not present a box of
chocolates. I mention this not because I needed his sweets, I was simply surprised by the
absence of any impulse to express his gratitude for my saving his life. Most likely, our
academician considered that fact that he allowed me to approach him and help him was
enough payment for my rescuing him from death, by the way, a very agonizing death...
Well, let it remain on his conscience.

* * *
Almost at the same time Michael Dekhta asked me to help to another person—Lori

Nikolaevich Popov, a candidate of medical science, an epidemiologist. Before we met
he had been disabled for already three years and eight months and was on the verge of
despair.

His way to disability began when as a result of long and powerful stress he “earned”
so-called unspecific ulcerous colitis with a complete ulcerous lesion of the large intestine
and partial lesion of the small intestine. A typical medical approach had consisted of the
administration of strong antibiotics which completely destroyed the micro flora of the
intestine and strongly debilitated the liver and immune system.

When that happened, he was prescribed a hormone—prednisolone, which almost

deactivated his adrenal glands. Because of the enormous amount of non-permanent
doses of different medications he had a glamerulonephritis of his right kidney... As a
result of such “treatment”, by the moment of our meeting he also had anaemia because
of an iron deficiency: his immune system had stopped functioning, and the whole
organism was completely exhausted.

Being a doctor, Lori Nikolaevich perfectly understood his “prospects” for the
future, which was far from being rosy and bright. In fact, he considered himself to be
doomed. But I could not agree with him and said not to despair and give me the
opportunity to help him. He agreed and he is still safe and sound—he got rid of his

disability in a year.

Although he was totally poisoned by medications, nevertheless, I asked him not to
stop taking them immediately, especially hormones, but step by step. When I had worked
with him for some time and partially managed to recover his immune system and
metabolism, I asked him to reduce the dosage of hormones. Next partial recovery—next
reduction of hormones, etc., until hormones and other medications were reduced to zero.

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