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

                It happened that this militant doctor-sceptic had a wonderful foundation for the

           transformation  and  it  was  she,  a  convinced  sceptic  and  opponent,  who  showed  her
           colleagues that everything I had said was true and real! Sometimes turns of fate can be
           very curious! After this she attended my performances and the whole course of my
           lectures.  So,  I  had  this  kind  of  “relationship”  with  medical  groups  in  the  city  of
           Archangelsk.  I  also  had  to  fly  to  Severodvinsk  to  conduct  my  lectures  and
           demonstrations there.

                The first several evenings in Archangelsk I gave my performances which usually
           began at 19.00 and ended at 23.00 and even later. After that I conversed with people for,
           at the very least, an hour answering questions and trying to help, etc. This time the hall
           of the House of Officers was crammed with people. People stood and sat in passage-
           ways. Most likely, my first performances strongly impressed the habitants of this city
           and now they expected that I would show them new things. Here are some curious cases.

                There was one interesting case related to healing. One day, when I finished carrying
           out the mass session, I came to a girl who had an overload. She had spinal tuberculosis
           and had undergone several operations after which she could move only with the help of
           crutches. She could not move one leg at all, while the other had some mobility. Her

           crutches were next to her. I thought: as she has such good sensitivity, why not return
           complete mobility to her, and conducted a personal session, influencing her right on the
           spot. I succeeded in recovering her spine completely, so that five minutes of my work
           were enough for this girl to get up on her feet and go to the stage without crutches,
           whereupon I corrected her spine a little and she began to walk on the stage absolutely
           normally.
                At this moment I did not think that I could create a furore of a“St. Jorgens's Day” .
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           I did not even think to use the fact that this girl came to my performance with crutches
           and went away, carrying them under her arm. Probably, from the point of advertising, it
           would have been correct to draw the attention of the whole audience to the already
           unnecessary crutches; but it was not in my character to draw attention to what I did—I
           was concentrating exclusively on the task of bringing the girl’s spine and feet to a normal
           state, because, regrettably, such ability to endure loads was pretty rare!
                If every human organism could endure the level of loads as this girl did, it would
           be  possible  to  create  man  anew  within  several  minutes,  solving  almost  any  health
           problem!
                Regrettably, the overwhelming majority of people are not able to endure this kind

           of load and, therefore, it is necessary to advance with microscopic “steps” when healing
           one or another illness, instead doing one big “step”. It is of interest that the mass media
           did not report a single word about this, as if things like this happened every day and
           everyone was tired of observing them! However, let it be on the conscience of journalists
           of the city of Archangelsk.

                During one of my performances I got a note with an interesting content. It was so
           interesting that I even invited the author to meet me after the performance. The matter



           62  “St. Jorgens's Day” is a 1930 Soviet black and white silent film by Yakov Protazanov based on the novel by Harald
           Bergstedt. Before one of the church holidays, a thief, Korkis, escapes from prison and merges with the parish. He sees the
           vast amount of money that is settling in the clergymans pockets. Korkis cannot resist another venture… Together with an
           accomplice he conceives and realizes a fraud (“miraculous” healing of a lame man on crutches) to extract at least a small
           part of that money out of their pockets.
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