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

control and measure out the in-formation in order that she would not think I was a

lunatic. It was her understanding of what I was talking about, which marked out this
woman from many others with whom I had talked. In fact, I always know when a person
understands what I say and also how fully he understands it.

Very often a person just picks out from my story something which is more or less
clear for him and he has the illusion of complete understanding of my words. Sometimes
a person under-stands to a greater degree at the subconscious level or even at the genetic
level, although such understanding is also necessary and important. Sometimes a person
wants to understand very much and, although this desire is very strong, it does not help
the process of understanding.

Svetlana understood almost everything the way it should be and, if something was
unknown to her, she grasped the essence very quickly. The reason for such

understanding became clear pretty quickly. As we began to feel mutual trust, she began
to share with me some facts from her personal life, about which she had told no one
including her relatives. But, I will not pre-empt events...

When we met, she some times indulged in smoking. After several conversations I
decided to bring her attention to it and began to campaign against tobacco. She did not
protest against my arguments, but also did not consider the harm from smoking very
serious. I decided to prove my rightness to her. The best way to prove your opponent
wrong is to give him the possibility to do it himself. Therefore I offered to help her to
get rid of this habit and to transform her brain that so she could see that I was right.

She had no objections, only said that it could hardly work, because nothing worked

before — notwithstanding whoever tried and how many times. Moreover, she said that
she was not susceptible to hypnosis or any other influence. I answered that, although I
managed hypnosis, I would not do anything of the kind. I would only transform her brain
qualitatively, thus, giving her new abilities. She agreed and I began the transformation.
She had a wonderful sensitivity and very dynamic genetics. Already in several
minutes of my work, Svetlana was able to see her brain and other internal organs. When
it happened, I asked her to conduct an experiment. I told her to light a cigarette and watch
what happened with her brain. The result of this experiment shocked her. Svetlana saw
that the neurons in her brain began to convolute and die as a result of smoking. The result
of this experiment was like an a-bomb explosion for her! Her face expressed genuine
amazement at the phenomenon she just witnessed.

After this experiment she stopped smoking for good. When she saw all this, she
was not only amazed by what she saw, but also was preoccupied; as to how to
compensate for the harm which was already done. I calmed her down and offered to
clear the body of the consequences and to re-construct destroyed neurons. I began to
work and Svetlana observed the process. She saw her lungs and laminas of black tar

which covered bronchial tubes and air vesicles. After this work she began to expectorate
the clots of tar which convinced her even more that what she saw under my influence
was the real picture, not my suggestion.

Gradually our mutual understanding began to grow. One day Svetlana asked me
why almost no one knows anything about all this, why did she never hear my name? In
fact she was engaged in searching for precisely this kind of person, and she never heard
anything from anyone about me until the journalist from Donetsk told her about me

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