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

senile appearance, menacing principally young women. Koschei cannot be killed by
conventional means targeting his body. His soul is hidden separate from his body inside
a needle. One needs to find a green oak tree, where an iron chest is buried, in which a
hare is hidden, and within the hare is a duck, in the duck is an egg, and in the egg is a
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needle in which is Koschei’s death !

The situation, when parasites inflict their blows, is almost the same, only you do
not know where the oak you need is and also all the rest, and even whether what you is
looking for is an oak at all. In mathematics it is called an equation with unknown
quantities, only here, unlike mathematics, there are not even hints at any connection
between these quantities. In fact there is no connection between them at all. And you do
not have time because with every minute Svetlana is losing her force and you see this
and do not know how much longer she will be able to endure all this un-bearable pain!
And no one can you help you!

What are the prospects? How many people still envy me? From the outside it all
looks “simple” and “easy”—I “wave” my hand and a person’s brain is transformed, I
“wave” once again and the ozone layer of the planet is restored, “a piece of cake!” Why
not to try to do something of the kind, — someone may ask or think, “Am I worse than
Levashov?”

This is not a question of whether one is “worse” or “better”. In order for a person
to be able to do all this I suggest him going through the kind of hell I did (and this hell
is not abstract, but quite real), looking into the eyes of death almost every day, searching
for the unknown, going into the unexplored and winning, finding solutions, changing his

perception of reality fundamentally and not making a single principle error, and if this
is the case, finding the correct solution to each problem very quickly in order to prevent
it happening and a lot of other things too.

Does anyone still envy me? Well, then welcome to our “club”. I would not try to
intimidate anyone, but only warn them about what waits for a person who has decided
to follow in my “foot-steps” or even go in this direction. When the “heavy artillery” fires
at you, you must smile and not show people around you that you are dying from

tiredness, that it hurts you, especially when your enemies look at you and smile…

After several unsuccessful attempts of using this tactic, the parasites changed it and
began to act differently. Getting nothing from Svetlana using pain, they decided to
impose on her the illusion that I was one of the Dark ones! Using Svetlana’s high
sensitivity and her ability to perceive visual and telepathic holograms perfectly, parasites
forced on her a negative attitude toward me. They did their best to instill into her that I
was a Dark who cheated her, and they were all rosy and I never left them in peace!

This influence on Svetlana was as powerful as was the previous pain influence.
They were right in one thing—I never left them in peace. And from their point of view
I indeed was a bad per-son, because I destroyed their systems, changed the performers
of their will making of them the so-called “reversed”. All this is true, except for one
“but”! That with which I struggled had a parasitic nature. To put it more precisely, it had

60 As long as his soul is safe, he cannot die. If the chest is dug up and opened, the hare will bolt away. If it is killed, the duck
will emerge and try to fly off. Anyone possessing the egg has Koschei in their power. He begins to weaken, becomes sick
and immediately loses the use of his magic. If the egg is tossed about, he likewise is flung around against his will. If the
needle is broken (in some tales this must be done by specifically breaking it against Koschei's forehead), Koschei will die.
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