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

out that they could not read hands properly. Some of them even blamed me saying that

I had concealed something and had not made a copy of “everything” for them, that I kept
the most essential information exclusively for my use.

Their reasoning was unclear to me, because I had given them everything I had.
Gradually I began to understand that what mattered was not the method of entrance, but
the person who used it. There are lots of ways to gain entrance into the information field
of the individual: hand lines, coffee-grounds, astrological information.

All these methods only help to “tune-in” to a specific person, to his information
field (which I understand to be a field created by an individual, who has certain genetics
that contains his spirit with the memory of all previous incarnations and with the imprint
of all events and actions per-formed by this person up to the current moment and events
and actions which are yet to happen). In principle, these methods of entrance are not
necessary when one understands the true nature of the phenomenon. It is possible to scan
a person directly without these kinds of “crutches”.

At the initial stage these methods allow one to simplify a “hookup”, and facilitate
tuning in to a certain person, but in the course of time they begin to impede the
development of the person who does the scanning. It is equivalent to using crutches when
the fractured bone of the leg has already healed.

So, I realised the necessity of looking for ideas in order to understand what was
going on with me. Regrettably, most of the information, which I managed to find, gave
me no understanding. All it looked like “go there, I don’t know where, bring something,
I don’t know what.” But I had a great desire and no choice, so I “went” there without

knowing where to look for something, without knowing what to search for exactly. The
most interesting thing is that I managed to do it...

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When I was a student, I was on the board of the Kharkov university students club.

I devoted a lot of time to amateur art activities, organization of different clubs and
student activities. This al-lowed me to meet a lot of people, students, teachers and
scientific workers, I inquired of many, whether they knew somebody who possessed
unusual abilities.

After a while through several acquaintances I succeeded in arranging a meeting
with such a person. I was told the time and place. It seemed to me that I had only to meet
this man with para-normal abilities and all vagueness would disappear like the morning
fog under the rays of the rising sun.

The person, for whom I was waiting, was a little late, I knew only his name (if I am
not mistaken his name was Vladimir) and did not have the least idea, who he was, what
he looked like or how old he was. But, nevertheless, when he appeared, I knew at once
that it was he. We talked for a while. Regrettably, he was not able to give straight answers
to my questions but used riddles and hints.

It is very possible that he was afraid of me, thinking, probably, that I was a KGB
agent. One way or another, I was very disappointed with the results of this meeting with
a person who possessed some abilities. Though, he did attempt to use several methods
to influence me. He asked me to relax and to trust him, naturally, I did not do it. I had

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