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

no reason to trust him, as he had no reason to trust me. Probably, that is why he could

do nothing with me, though I felt his influence.

We conversed for nearly two hours touching on general subjects. He “sounded me
out” using his methods—he would say something and watch my reaction. It was already
late evening when we decided to go home. Together we went to the Kharkov subway,
said goodbye and each went his own road. Probably, he was as disappointed as I was,
maybe more, I cannot say for sure, but I was pretty upset. I had failed to come any closer
to understanding what was happening to me.
Certainly, “there are other fish in the sea”, but I was not going to wait in vain for
another man with extrasensory abilities, who might appear on my “horizon”. I failed in

my attempt to get the ex-planation from the person, who I had hoped knew what was
what. However, it is difficult to define now, how far this man understood what was going
on with him and if he could have explained it to me. Most likely, he used his natural
abilities without understanding their nature. Nevertheless, I am grateful to him in that he
urged me not to wait for “manna from heaven”, but try to understand everything on my
own. I made this decision and did not want to postpone it for long. As I have already
mentioned, I knew a lot of people at the university. Students were always curious and
always ready to test something unusual.

In a day or two after my meeting with the extra sensitive man, I decided to try some
of the tests on other people that he had tried on me. I asked a group of students, whom I
knew, to participate in an unusual experiment. The first person, who responded to my
offer, was a girl, whose name I unfortunately do not remember. I asked her to stretch her
hands forward with her palms up, put my right arm above her right hand and began to
imagine that a small warm ball appeared on her palm.

I accompanied my actions with words: “a small warm ball has appeared on your
palm. It is dense and warm and your hand is glued to it, your fingers clasping it tighter
and tighter, etc.” I paid attention to the fingers of girl’s right hand which were curled,
as though she held an apple. Surprised, I asked her what she felt, she said that she felt a
warm ball and her fingers clasped it against her will and she could do nothing about it. I
was as amazed at the result as she was and continued the experiment with yet greater
inspiration. Gradually a crowd was gathering around us, but I was so carried away with
the successful beginning that I paid them no attention and continued my “scientific”
experiment.

I imagined the ball becoming lighter and lighter and beginning to pull her hand
upwards. Again, I accompanied my actions with words and again I was surprised that
the girl’s hand went upwards, higher and higher, as though some invisible force
persistently pulled it. She was pulled upwards so strongly that she had difficulty
retaining her equilibrium. It seemed that a little more and she would be torn away from
the floor and fly in the air. The fact that my efforts had a result surprised me no less than
the girl, and the casual audience.

A strange delight and gladness filled every my cell. I continued the experiment. I
changed the direction of motion of her hand and imagined that the ball in it became
heavy and began to pull the hand downward. As soon as I imagined it, the girl cried out.
I immediately stopped the action and asked her what happened and why she yelled.

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