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

I made my next discovery also “by chance”. One of my voluntarily helpers asked

me, if I could define, whether he had any disease or not. “How could I know that?”—I
answered with surprise. I do not know why, but for some reason this fellow wanted to
hear my opinion concerning his health very much. “Try it”—he said—“it won’t cost you
anything!” I thought, why not! No sooner said than done. I knew the anatomy and
physiology of the human body quite well and decided to try. I never saw how other
people did it and decided to do it my way. I “simply” began to pass my hand over the
body of this fellow, mentally tuning myself in to the internal organs.

Surprisingly I discovered that when I imagined an internal organ, I began to feel it
in my hand. I could “touch” this organ, penetrate into it, etc. But, at the same time, I was
not sure, whether this was a figment of my imagination or not. What was that—the
information about the state of the organ or my imagination—I could determine that only
by practice.

From my point of view the fellow appeared to be pretty healthy. The only thing that

seemed strange to me was his liver. I could not quite understand what was wrong with
it. I had a quite good picture of illnesses of the liver and knew what physiological and
morphological changes cause dis-ease in the tissue, but I saw nothing of the kind in his.

I hesitated for a moment. On the one hand, I did not claim that I could do it, so,
almost nothing would change, if I say something or not. On the other hand, I
nevertheless, did not want to be mistaken. One way or another, I had to give an answer
and my description of the state of his liver, I wanted to be correct. I said that he had a
problem with his liver because of the absence of an enzyme that decomposed an ethyl
alcohol. He was embarrassed at first and I thought that, perhaps, I was “barking up the
wrong tree”, when he suddenly answered: “You know, you’re right, if I only drink one
glass of beer, I lose consciousness and enter into a state close to a coma.”

His answer staggered me—I did it for the first time in my life and hit the mark.
Certainly, it was impossible to do without deep knowledge of anatomy and physiology,
but I had the necessary information and managed to determine everything correctly. I
still was in shock, when the fellow immediately asked me: “Cure me, please!” To my
answer that I did not know how to do it, he simply said—“try”. I tried and ... succeeded!

* * *
The rumours that I was able to heal with my “bio-fields” spread quickly at the
university. A lot of my acquaintances began to ask to me to diagnose and to heal them.
I destroyed stones in the gall-bladder and in kidneys, removed stomach and duodenal
ulcers, varicose veins, etc. One of my first successes was the treatment of cancer.

One day I went to my dean's office and saw there a tear-stained woman, who
worked in the rector’s office. Later on the dean’s secretary explained me that this woman
was in despair. Her husband had had an operation. The doctors had opened him up and
closed touching nothing. He had a cancer of the size of a child's head, which “sat” on
the abdominal aorta. To remove the tumour from this place was impossible, because they
would have to remove part of the abdominal aorta. The surgeon, who did the operation,
said that nothing could be done and her husband would not even die of cancer, but
because the tumor would “simply” block the abdominal aorta when growing, which in
turn would result in arterial blood being stopped from entering the lower part of the
body. This would cause gangrene and death.

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