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

this planet. We often visited different planets which had one or another form of life. In

the beginning we chose civilizations of the humanoid type for contacts, probably
subconsciously, but sometimes we came across non-humanoid forms of reasoning life,
which were fundamentally different from humanoids not only in their appearance, but
also in their cogitative processes.

As long as our spirits and brains were transformed and changed qualitatively, the
foundations for communication with non-humanoids were gradually laid: but this
process was then at its initial stage and had only just begun to “gather speed” therefore
we mainly contacted civilizations and hierarchies of the humanoid type. By the way,
humanoid or non-humanoid types of reasoning life are predetermined mainly by the
space it occupies. The type and the coefficient of space quantization of matters determine
the form of creatures engendered in these spaces. It turned out that the precise optimal
conditions for the development of an albuminous life-form were found in our “layered
pie”, which in the majority of cases resulted in a humanoid type.

However, it was possible to find some very curious phenomena even among
civilizations developed on the above basis. When Svetlana began her exploration of Big
Space, she found an amazing planet where enormous flowers, of forms that would be
unbelievable on our good old Earth, grew; but the most surprising thing was that these
fantastic flowers... were singing!

A “glade” of these flowers performed a melody of unbelievable beauty, which
compared with nothing on our Earth. The sound vaguely resembled organ music; the
singing flowers formed a living “musical instrument” of tens of thousands of “organ-
pipes”. The flower “orchestra” was not a cacophony, but an unearthly beautiful harmony
of unbelievable sounds. Svetlana was really staggered by this singing planet. But even
more so by the singing spaces which we found when we crossed the black precipice.
Certainly, these spaces did not sing in the usual sense of this word. They pulsated in
different rhythms, throwing out clods of different matter, which superimposed on each
other and created a universal “colour music”.

On Earth we mostly performed the work which had now become routine—we
defended our-selves from attacks and helped those who were attacked. The hunt for
Svetlana intensified. The problem for the attackers was that, every time they did, I made
new transformations of her brain and spirit. Very often our new friends and comrades-
in-arms in our fight against parasites brought crystals of lost female spirits which they
had found. I offered them a chance to be restored, but most of them rejected it and asked
to merge themselves with Svetlana’s spirit.

Our friends always came with new instruments which they “earned” whilst solving
the next problem. Sometimes they returned so radically changed that it was difficult to
recognize them. Everyone shared with everyone else their discoveries and new solutions.
A lot of them, being liberated from the parasites’ control, were eager to fight this

abomination as actively as only they could.

If they were hierarchies of civilizations or unions of civilizations, they installed in
their place someone to whom they could entrust the responsibility for their civilization
and joined our space “knighthood”. Somehow it turned out that everyone regarded me
as the head, probably, because I began this work by liberating one hierarchy after another
from the control of parasites. .... I even

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