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

The Kharkov “applicant” “accidentally” had money neither for the passport nor for

the ticket. I said nothing and paid for everything and mentally put the first “tick” in the
box. Probably, he found himself in a difficult situation (anything could happen in life)
and a journey abroad did not “turn up” every day. Why not to help the man, I thought,
but began to observe him more attentively. In the end, we all had our foreign passports
with the German visas and airplane tickets; Moscow— Frankfurt-am-Main.

It is of interest that my departure to Germany was filmed by the same team which
had worked at the Fund of Popular Medicine press-conference and was witness to my
statement concerning the planet’s ozone layer regeneration. Strangely enough, they did
not forget my words and what happened with the ozone layer later.

We embarked and went towards uncertainty. A new chapter of our lives began, at
least, mine. It brought me new disappointments, as well as new joys—things that happen
th
in everyone’s life…On August 30 .1990 as I remember it, we four came through border
and custom control.
Norbert Steuler met us in the airport of Frankfurt-am -Main. He was accompanied
by a woman-interpreter, a German of Russian origin. We got into a minibus and
continued the journey. One thing caught my eye at once. It was unbelievably clean
everywhere—there was not a single scrap of paper. Everything was so clean and tidy
that it even gave the impression of artificiality from afar. Buildings looked like toys, as
if someone drew them. We gazed about struck by the cleanliness and order.

Most of all we were staggered by the quality of German roads. The road surface of
the autobahn was so perfect that our minibus almost seemed to be flying. There were no
pot-holes, ruts and roughness. I had only to close my eyes and I felt as if our car had
stopped and was going nowhere. The feeling of motion returned only when I opened my

eyes again. After experiencing all the “de-lights” of our roads, the German roads seemed
to be something unreal. Small towns flashed by; we headed south for several hours.

We were accommodated in a small hotel in the tiny German town of Mühlacker,
not far from our host company’s office. Norbert Steuler lived near the office in a neat,
tiny one-storey house. We refreshed ourselves, rested after our journey and went for a
walk down the street. This small town was located in the foot-hills of the Alps. Our hotel
was near small mountain river with crystal-clear water and plenty of trout—this fact
surprised us a lot. We also saw the ruins of a fortress’s walls and watchtowers on the
hills. This part of Germany is called Schwarzwaldgraund (the land of the Black forest).
The beauty of the surrounding nature impressed us greatly.

The next day we went to the company’s office and began to discuss the program
for our visit. Mr. Steuler planned a number of meetings and, of course, the question of
healing treatment appeared. I was asked to heal his sons, his mother-in-law and his
father-in-law and several acquaintances. Additionally, his interpreter Irina knew many
Germans of Russian origin who would also want to take a course of my healing.

Once again I talked about a possible point of intersection of our interests, about the
possibility of creating one or another type of psi-devices and new products with my
“additions” which could be of interest to German industrialists. We planned to meet the
head of the auto-concern Porsche and offer a psi-device which would diminish the
emission of exhaust gases, increase the power of the engine and create necessary

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