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

pump in motion. In short, drops of petrol, electric sparks... it was very “joyful” situation

with a quite predictable denouement.

I understood the danger of the situation. Therefore, I made my cousin get out of the
car, found the nearest telephone and called to cancel the meeting. I also called my
mechanic and described the problem to him. Most likely, I did not explain the essence
of the problem clearly enough, because, when I reached him (It took me a long time to
drive to his workshop. I drove about thirty five kilo-meters after I found the problem,
and about seventy kilometers in general, taking into account the distance from my house)
and when he saw everything with his own eyes, his first question was, how was it
possible that I managed to reach him alive without being blown up!? Here is what he
told me.

The body of the fuel pump is made from a special alloy which breaks to pieces in
case of a blow or other damage. This is done in order to prevent the fuel leaking, under
pressure, out of cracks in the fuel pump, because in this case an explosion must
inevitably follow. Therefore, the following picture arose: someone had drilled a tiny hole
in the body of the fuel pump of my Mercedes, so that the petrol which was pushed out
of this tiny hole under pressure would strike the bot-tom of the car and scatter all over.
To drill a tiny hole in this kind of alloy is only possible when someone uses a special
high-speed drill, otherwise this alloy will break into pieces. It is impossible to buy this
kind of drill in a shop, either then or now! Well, it is quite clear, who drilled this tiny
“hole” to the next world for me and why.

The mechanic looked at me and said that he did not understand how I could have
reached him and failed to explode. In his opinion my car could have exploded at any
second and the fact that it did not happen was a miracle. I thought of something like this,
but the fact that it did not explode was something matter-of-course for me. It was an
action of my defense system, the effectiveness of which was checked out by the secret
service. They thought of everything quite well. Had their operation been successful, I
would have burned alive in the car and no one would ever know about a tiny hole drilled
in the fuel pump of my Mercedes.

The chap did not have new fuel pump. Therefore, he put a clamp in place of the
hole and I left him to be occupied with my affairs. I had hoped that my defense system

worked, but I could not be sure one hundred percent, because I had not had the
opportunity to check its effectiveness in action. Well, the opportunity arose—I checked
it out in the kind of terms when the smallest error was mortally dangerous.

The operations which the special services unleashed against me were my first tests
of my methods at the level of Earth and they did not let me down! I think that the secret
service found it a very unpleasant surprise that my words about my defense system were
neither a bluff, nor the ravings of a madman. After these events they calmed down for a
while, but not for long. Meanwhile, they changed their tactics; but about that—later.
Now I would like to tell about some pleasant events in my life in April—May of 1991...

24. New turn in my destiny

At the end of April—beginning of May, 1991 some very significant events
happened in my life. They became important both for me personally and for the cause

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