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

When I learned of it, I met this woman and suggested to her trying my method,

because in any case the doctors could offer nothing except sitting and waiting for her
husband to die. She agreed, but asked me to tell her husband nothing about cancer, as he
was very hypochondriac. Accordingly I told him that I would remove a liquid, which
had accumulated around his lungs in the area of the diaphragm and was why he had the
problem with breathing.

Using this story as a cover, I worked with his cancer tumor. As a matter of fact, this
situation was ideal, because it eliminated the possible influence of suggestion or auto-
suggestion on the course of the treatment. If this man suggested something to himself, it
was only the idea that the liquid, which never was there, must go away from his lungs.
It turned out to be a clean experiment on cancer treatment.

My patient had a very good sensitivity and I succeeded in finding the correct
strategy for destroying the cancer tumor and ... in four months medical tests showed that

the tumor had disappeared without a trace. On his fiftieth anniversary in June, 1983, the
surgeon, who had done the operation, said that he would never believe all this, if it were
not for the fact that he had seen the tumor “sitting” on the abdominal aorta with his own
eyes.

* * *
June, 1983. I passed all my fourth-year summer exams, most precisely, almost
passed, be-cause all fellows had to go to the summer military camps to swear an oath,
go back to the university and to sit the last examination—at the military chair of our
university. Certainly all this spoiled the last summer vacation. Our military camps were
located at the Black sea coast, not far from the city Ilichevsk, which “grew” near the
commercial marine port of Odessa.

I saw the sea for the first time in my life, it made an unusual impression, but during
the whole month of our military service I had the opportunity to swim in the sea only
once or twice. And the heat was awesome! I have an extraordinarily white skin and ten
or fifteen minutes in the sun was enough for me to burn it to blisters and for several days
I looked like a boiled lobster. I was not thrilled with this prospect and after I bathed in

the sea I put my clothes on immediately to prevent heavy sunburn.

One amusing episode was related to the whiteness of my skin. When I passed a
medical checkup for the building group, the doctor had paid attention to my skin and
begun to peer into my eyes. It surprised me and I asked him, what the matter was. He
said in surprise: “I thought you were an albino, because only albinos can have such a
white skin, and I checked your irises to make sure of it.” Probably, he thought that I had
dyed my hair, eyebrows and eyelashes, but I was not able to change the color of my eyes,
which from my birth were brown with a greenish shimmer.

My white skin caused me a lot of unpleasant moments in my childhood. When in
the water, I feel no sunburn as everyone else does. So, when I was a boy I often burned

so badly that my back converted into an entire wound. There were incidents, when my
shirt was so stuck to my back that I had to ask somebody to tear it off. This feeling was
far from pleasant, I must say. Thus, the sultry Black Sea sun was not for me.

There was no time for my experiments in the military camps. After we returned,
we passed the last examination on military subjects; I got “excellent” for it, as well as

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