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

very important to obtain the skills of very rapid work—rapid analysis and rapid decision-

making. In order to obtain some mastery of all this, it was necessary to spend an
enormous amount of time and labour, before they could independently even stick their
“noses” out.

But my explanations in most cases simply went in one ear and out the other. Instead
of listening to my words these people thought that I tried to scare them so they would be
afraid to do any-thing independently and I would thereby prevent them from doing
“great” deeds. Their blindness became absurd. This strongly distressed me for yet
another reason—taking into account this state of affairs, it was impossible to rely on
anyone. No one could become my comrade-in-arms in my work.

Svetlana was a rare exception to the rule. She very quickly understood everything
that happened around us and never thought that I somehow tried to limit her, when I
explained to her what was what. It was a real pleasure to work with her, she was
extraordinarily quick to grasp any situation and felt right at home! We completely
understand each other and during my experiments I could work out very quickly all
patterns and act in emergent situations more quickly and effectively.

I remember her inexpressible delight, when I first showed Big Space to her.
Staggering col-ours, non-existent on earth, and the breath-taking beauty of the Universe
filled her with joy and admiration and made her revere such natural grandeur. She was
especially staggered, when she first visited an inhabited planet and learned to socialize
with other reasonable creatures telepathically. For this purpose I often had to create
special structures of the brain in order that she could perceive thought-forms adequately.
It was especially important in cases, when the principle of thinking and logical basis of
other reasonable creatures differed greatly from ours.

One way or another, Svetlana became my comrade-in-arms very quickly. She
finally found that, which she had sought all her life. Moreover, our meeting was not
accidental at all. It happened that we arrived in Moscow almost simultaneously in 1988.
She was interested in finding answers to the questions which, from her childhood, had

given her no rest. I was eager to answer these questions for anyone in search of the truth.
At least, I wished to share my understanding with them. And this was connected with
Moscow, because only in Moscow it was possible to do both things, if one were lucky.
Certainly we were—our fates crossed at one point.

Fate sometimes can be very strange. Everything accidental is appropriate and
everything appropriate is accidental. In other words, if we translate this from beautiful
philosophical language into our “normal” language, this phrase can be rendered like this:
“there’s no such thing as an accident”! We call a fortuity anything we do not yet
understand, but only observe its manifestation. The fact that we almost at the same time
arrived in Moscow and by some unbelievable chance met was no accident, which
became clear for us both much later.

I would like to add only one thing, especially for sceptics who surely will be eager
to say something like “everyone invents his own arguments about destiny and this kind
of thing”. I know their arguments, but they do not know mine. Therefore, before I

continue, I would like to say to sceptics that I know how many people arrive in Moscow
both in the search of enlightenment and with the aim to “enlighten”. However, the matter

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