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

I thanked everyone, who helped me, changed the wheel and continued my trip.

Early in the morning I reached Butovo, unloaded the car and went to sleep. When I told
Vladimir Dmitrievich Sergeev about this incident and shared my opinion about its reason
to him, he began to assure me that the real reason was my inexperience as a driver.
However, his explanation did not convince me and not because I considered myself a
“cool” driver, but because my inexperience had nothing to do with the enormous hole in
the tyre. It was not a puncture because of which the tyre had burst. It was a tyre with an
enormous hole, which looked exactly as it would after an explosion.

But, the confirmation that they wanted to “liberate” the earth from my presence,
was not the fact of the hole in the tyre, (which possibly could occur because of some
latent defect, which was highly unlikely), but because this attempt was not the last one!
Although, I had sent a message to our secret service through Sergeev that they would
not be able to make me do anything against my will, they either disbelieved his report
or simply decided to check it out.
One way or another, the second attempt did not keep me waiting. Soon after my
arrival in Moscow I began to give my lectures at Albert Ignatenko’s school “The
Phenomenon”. On average I spent two hours teaching every day. Besides Ignatenko and

me there were also other persons giving their lectures. For the students at my lectures I
expounded my understanding of nature in general and man in particular; I also worked
with people, qualitatively transforming their brain and creating the evolutional jump in
their development.

The place of study was not far from Sadovoe Koltso (a Garden Roundabout), on
the Moscow arterial road, and my route home was always the same. From Sadovoe
Koltso I turned onto the Warsaw highway, passed Danilovsky market and went further
on the highway to Butovo. I usually went to school together with my brother and a girl
cousin, who also attended seminars there. One February day we were coming home after
my lectures. When I turned off Sadovoe Koltso and got onto the Warsaw highway, I saw
a string of military trucks along the road.

There was a long brick building along the highway with a lot of small shops on the
ground floor and further on there was parking near the Danilovsky market. Military
trucks stood all along this building right to the intersection. There was nothing unusual
or suspicious in this military column, which calmly stood along the side of the road, until
the moment a truck darted from the middle of the column and rushed right towards me.
My system of defense snapped into action and I managed to avoid a serious collision.
The military “Ural” only broke off the right rear door handle. I veered onto the second
lane and managed to get to the third without any serious problems.

I stopped and began to listen to the explanation given by the instigator of this
incident. It turned out that this column belonged to a KGB unit (very interesting, isn’t
it?). The driver was a sergeant who was going to be discharged from the Army in a
couple of months, etc. But the most interesting fact was that this truck moved out from
the middle of the column. I served in the Army and drove trucks in a column. I was in
charge of a truck’s crew and knew that a truck could not move from the middle of the
column for no particular reason, it would be a serious violation of the order and military
regulations. Neither the sergeant, nor the ensign who was in charge of this truck could
forget that!

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