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

sky; at least, nothing of the kind has happened yet. When the planetary catastrophe
occurred 13,016 years ago (2007), no “manna from heaven” fell from the sky, only

thermonuclear bombs and fragments of the small moon Fatta: instead of “manna” those
who survived got poisoned by irradiated water and fruits and had to fight for survival in
the most appalling conditions.

Although, according to a famous phrase from an old Soviet movie: the saving of a
drowning man is his own business, any reasoning creature (in the complete sense of this
word) cannot let everything run itself because other creatures have not woken up yet.
And if a creature thinks and acts as if it is none of his business, it means that he is not on
the side of Light!

One carries an especially heavy responsibility for other people when the planet is
under control of parasitic forces. Because I succeeded in awakening and shaking out of
their slumber several sleeping people, I considered it to be necessary to act. Although,
then I did not understand and know the whole situation with social parasites on Midgard-

earth yet, but I always acted, whatever situation I, voluntarily or not, found myself in.

Certainly, the fight did not take place very often on the physical plane of reality. It
turned out that I and Svetlana waged the main war with parasites and their systems in
Space. Only much later it became clear that this was the only right way to fight against
social parasites on our Midgard-earth.

There was no chance to win a war on a single planet without the ability to wage
war in Space and without the destruction of the whole space system of social parasites.
Exactly this was the riddle of the invincibility of social parasites. That was why they

destroyed a planet with its civilization without any regret, when they felt the least hint
danger or when the natural resources of the planet were exhausted. Because a single
planet or hierarchy was and is a tiny “cell” of the space parasites system, they would
hardly notice the loss of even several millions of such “cells”. As for any feel-ing for
humanity, they simply do not have it.

Therefore, the fact that my serious war with parasites began not on Midgard-earth,
but in space, was not a simple fortuity, but the only correct tactic and strategy, which
afforded a chance to win against parasites in general, not in particular. But the
understanding of this came much later, not in 1991, when I was forced to protect
Svetlana from parasitic attacks.

Very often I joked on these occasions, saying to Svetlana that if it were not for her
curiosity and aspiration for space, who knows how many years and maybe lifetimes I

would require to do what I succeeded in doing? Indeed, I could not allow Svetlana to be
beaten up and captured by Dark Forces. It was my fights with parasites when they began
their hunt for Svetlana that forced me to use my brain quicker; otherwise, they would
crush and destroy me.
So, Svetlana involuntarily became an accelerator of my movement up the
evolutional stair-case. And I am very grateful her for this. It was a very interesting time;
ordinary life became very faded, although I continued to do my usual work. I worked
with patients, met people, proved and explained to those who were interested, my

understanding of nature; but I perceived it as routine work and my soul required that I
to go back into space as quickly as possible, because there was our real life, mine and
Svetlana’s. This is not an allegory or some beautiful words, but the truth. At least, it was

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