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

           evolved, burning out during the transition. The purpose of this transition was to try to

           find the solution to the problem of the parasitic systems in another “layered pie”. It had
           to be the final solution, not a temporary one, when legions of the parasitic systems were
           smashed  in  one  or  another  battle;  when  Light  Forces  could  only  repulse  their  next
           attempts to enlarge the space domains they had already enslaved. The maximal result
           which Light Forces could achieve was the creation of isolated areas (quarantines) in
           Universe. Those spaces- universes which “caught” the “virus” of the parasitic system
           were simply isolated from the rest of Space by the creation of black abysses, through
           one of which I and Svetlana just passed.

                The methods used by the Light Forces only allowed the isolation of “infected”
           spaces from “healthy” ones and regretful observation through these spatial qualitative
           barriers, (which the parasitic forces could not break through), of how the parasites which
           failed to be contained in the quarantine area, devoured, both directly and figuratively,
           civilizations and hierarchies

                All this is similar to amputation to stop the spread of gangrene, when a part is
           sacrificed in order to save the whole. However, the “whole” became smaller and smaller

           with every “amputation”, because the parasitic systems appeared independently of each
           other  in  different  places.  This  method  only  delayed  the  agony,  because  every
           “amputation” brought the parasitic system ever nearer to the “heart” of Light spaces, and
           sooner  or  later  it  would  result  in  Big  Space  dying  from the  “cancerous  tumour”  of
           parasitism just the same.

                That was why I went to one of the quarantined areas, to find a fundamentally new
           solution to the problem and in the end appeared on Midgard-earth which had already
           been taken by parasites. It happened that exactly on this little planet on the outskirts of
           the galaxy, (while having the memory blocked!) I succeeded in finding the final solution
           to the problem of parasitism.
                I managed to find a method that allowed not only to stop the parasites, but also to
           free  them  from  the  Hierarchies  and  civilizations  they  had  already  captured.  If  we

           continue the medical analogy, I managed to find a way of not cutting off the gangrene-
           covered spaces, but destroying the gangrene itself-parasites. This is equivalent to the
           return of previously cut off "hands" and "legs", without which the body can still exist,
           but almost helpless. But these "hands" and "legs" are necessary for the normal life of the
           whole "organism" as a whole.

                Certainly, I was lucky that, having my memory completely shut down, or most

           likely, precisely owing to this fact, I succeeded in finding a fundamentally new solution
           to this problem. One way or another, as a result of all this I appeared on Midgard-earth
           in the body which I have now. Svetlana’s spirit had been always with me during billions
           of years till the moment when I voluntarily crossed the black abyss. I went without
           warning her for one reason—I did not want to put her in very serious danger, where she
           may die, in the process of my searching for the solution. When Svetlana knew what I
           had done, she rushed after me, independently crossing the black abyss and appeared on
           Midgard-earth, following my tracks.

                In fact, in order to be incarnated in the physical body a spirit first gets into one or
           another  planetary  level,  where  it  waits  for  conception.  When  a  qualitative  splash



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