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

One day I felt a stabbing pain in my right eye. I ran home with my bloody eye that

badly frightened my mother. I was immediately driven to the eye doctor, who diagnosed
paralysis of several muscles of my right eye. As it turned out later, one muscle even burst
from the tension and I have a scar to commemorate it. The doctor apologized to my
mother for the consequences of her faulty judgment, but it was too late to change
anything for me. Several muscles of my right eye remained paralyzed for many years,
which brought me a lot of unpleasant moments as a child.

When I eventually understood that I could cure people, I restored my eye muscles,
but this was not to happen until much later. And meanwhile I had a rough time because
of the effects of the doctor’s error. After this I became more careful about giving my
word, knowing that I would have to keep it no matter what.

A lot of unusual things happened to me in my childhood. I often got into critical
situations, which for the most people ended tragically. But I was always “lucky” and
everything reached an outcome without serious consequences for me. I absorbed the

outer world like a sponge, “thirsty” for everything new and unusual. I perceived and
amassed knowledge of the world, delighting in its beauty and uniqueness with the
ingenuousness of a child. My childhood years remain in my memory as something pure
and wonderful, when everyone seemed to be marvelous and positive.

Although the future brought me a lot of disappointment in people, I never stopped
believing in the goodness of people. Through my own experience I came to a similar
conclusion that much later I found after reading the “Slavonic-Aryan Vedas”: “One
should respect those who deserve to be respected. One should love those who deserve to
be loved. One should trust those, who deserve to be trusted in practice...”

As early as in my childhood I began to create my own world and it gradually grew;
new “countries” and “continents” appeared within it, then new “stars”, galaxies and
universes… and they were not always imaginary. But more of this in the future, as the
world kept surprising me. I would like to describe one surprise in more detail, because
it falls into a special category.

When I was ten or eleven years old I had a “dream”. I fell asleep and... suddenly I
found my-self, with complete consciousness, standing on the edge of the roof of our
five-storied building. Everything was absolutely real. I felt the waft of wind that caressed
my hair; I smelled scents, heard sounds, and the colors of the world were vivid and shiny.

Everything around had more volume, more depth and seemed more real. I stood on

the verge of the roof and knew that I must step off and fly... but I knew that I was unable
to fly and didn’t take this step. My rich prior experience and my inner voice, told me:
“You will be shattered or, at least, you will break your arms and legs”. But, nevertheless,

something deep within me impelled me to this step, drew me to it inexplicably. And I
decided to make a compromise—I went downstairs and out to the street to check up on
my “flying abilities” under optimal conditions.

I ran, jumped into the air and came down on the ground incredibly slowly and
softly. It surprised me and I pushed off the ground and appeared in the air again. This

time I mentally directed myself upwards. I ascended several meters above the ground
and in no time the surrounding trees were under my feet. At the same time I felt a tension
in my soul, expecting any moment I would fall to the ground.

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