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

ponder upon. Certainly, these kinds of events can happen in every family, but I never

heard anything of the kind.

Much later I knew the reason for such rapt attention to my parents. Someone was
very keen that the genetics of the ancient princely kin of my father was united with the
genetics of my mother’s paternal kin, which probably was no less ancient. However,
despite the presence of so many oddities in the fate of my parents, there is nothing of a
divine nature there.

Certainly, many people would be more satisfied, if I begin to say that I am the
chosen one, to speak about my divinity because I managed to do some things which
obviously could not fit into the concepts of modern science, but most likely were right
for divine providence or a messiah’s acts. But I knew perfectly well that it was not so
and never tried to use the errors of one group of people and the protests of another to
make my way easier. Many people simply did not want to acknowledge the fact that I, a
human being, was able to reach the understanding of the information ex-pounded in my
books.

Many people would prefer it, if I said that I was chosen by divine or alien forces,
as a conductor of what they wanted to come to pass. A lot of people were not satisfied

by the fact that every-thing I knew and understood was nothing but my own
understanding based on the comprehension of my own experience and that I was a man
who was able to do all this without any help of some higher forces!

How little store these people set by man, who, by the way, they also are, considering
that a person can receive his understanding only by getting it from someone, but not
through his own development. It is totally possible that I was simply lucky in finding the
correct key to my genetics, which I got from my ancestors, and to attain enlightening by
knowledge, waking up my genetic memory. But my enlightening knowledge differs
greatly from the one, which my distant and not so distant ancestors had, because I chose
a completely different road. I understood it much later, when the Slavonic-Aryan Vedas
came into my hands and I read about the concepts of our distant ancestors...

Well, I got carried away a little with my philosophical reflections. Let me go back
to the events of November, 1990, when I yet did not understand a lot of things. But one
thing I knew for sure: everything that I did and was able to perform had nothing to do
either with Divine Providence or with anything of the kind. I told people about it pretty
openly, even when people eagerly wanted me to say something to the contrary. In fact
should I say to Maria then that I was an angel, it would be easier for her to acknowledge
and accept what I did for her. But, I will repeat once again—I do not believe in God and
I am neither a God’s “instrument”, nor anyone else’s and, if I do something unusual, it
is only because I understand and know why I do it and carry complete responsibility for
what I have done, instead of cravenly making God or some High Cosmic Mind
responsible for it! Whether “they” like it or not...

I finished the course, got a certificate and returned to Kharkov. The license plates
for my car were ready. I changed the German plates and left for Moscow. My Kharkov
student wanted to go with me too. We reached Moscow pretty quickly, driving by turns.
Soon Valery, who also was at Albert Ignatenko’s course, arrived in Moscow. And
everyone went in for his own business. My Kharkov student was interested only in one
thing—that I give back the money, which his relative brought to the customs to pay the

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