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

could not see my own. More precisely, I could view it, but this viewing would be useless.

And here is why.

It would be better to start from this day “М”. There was nothing mystic in it. No
“flying disc” abducted me. I did not even see one flying in the sky as happens with many
UFO witnesses. No an-gels visited me. Neither apples, nor bricks fell on my head. I was
neither struck by lightning nor any other high voltage electricity. I was not even,
temporarily, clinically dead.

Everything was much the same as usual and at the same time incredible. My day
“М” was the day when I invented my first transformation of the human brain! From this
moment exactly my life and my future dramatically changed and I “fell” out of the
tapestry of fate. My thread stopped being a part of the fabric of humanity’s fate on this
earth and—I simply began to weave my own future, when my actions alone would
determine the direction my ship of fate would take, (and not only mine.) Certainly, I
knew about it much later, but when I made the first principle change in myself, I was
completely bewildered by the fact that I was unable to see my own fate.

There was simply no fate. More precisely, I created my fate with my actions from
day “М” and it depended entirely on me where it would “go”. Every new change of the
structures of my brain, every addition of new bodies of my spirit, every new property
and quality dramatically changed even the direction of my movement to the future.
Everything changed radically every time, when I invented something absolutely new—
something that no one had ever created and not only on our planet situated at the outskirts
of our galaxy, but also on other worlds. And again, I knew about this much later.

It is highly likely, something of the kind was expected of me and that is why the
memory of previous incarnations was also closed to me, along with the possibility of
seeing my fate, both by me and by others. It is very possible that if I saw my future

before I began to change myself qualitatively, I would aim to fulfill precisely this future
and do things feasible for my spirit incarnated in my particular genetics.
Maybe, this future would be necessary for something, but it would be based only
on the abilities which I had before those changes, which affected both my spirit and
genetics. Therefore, the knowledge of my fate could lead me to a position when I would
never even think about redoing something in my brain and spirit and creating structures.
Also all this became possible because I knew nothing about my fate and therefore, dared
to change. Here and now is the result of my daring.

In 1991 I understood only a small part of what I said above, but even then I did not
try to see my future, because almost everyday I transformed myself. Sometimes I redid
myself several times a day, especially when I worked or fought against the next space
parasites. One way or another, I understood that I “forged” my fate in the direct and
figurative sense of the word. To tell the truth, I did not yearn to know my fate. Why? In
fact, it is much more interesting to go forward without knowing what could be waiting
for you at the next “turn”. Especially, if it is something unusual and therefore strange to
you!

So, I spent several days of June, 1991 with my mother without knowing that I would
not see her for another fifteen years. My mother came to Moscow, because my father
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had to go for a checkup in MONIKI , where my mother’s sister worked. The checkup

54 Russian abbreviation for the Moscow Regional Research Clinical Institute.
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