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

I can only add that the more diverse a person’s education and the wider his spectrum

of interests, the easier it will be for him to get onto a new track regarding his concepts
about nature. Ability in analytical and independent thinking should be also added to this
and, certainly, — talent is needed too.

These were the difficulties I found when I began to teach other people my system
of concepts. But in October, 1991 I gave my first lectures and hoped that the detailed
explanation of the basis and some important nuances of my theory would be enough, so
that listeners had a correct picture of the nature of things.

I also hoped that my students would carefully execute my instructions about how
to scan correctly, to process the information obtained, to develop correct tactics and
strategy of actions and to calculate necessary potential and qualities in order to solve a
problem. Everyone listened to me attentively and all turned a deaf ear to this, paying

attention only to how “easily” I did it. The visible simplicity of my work was the result
of my enormous experience gained in understanding that which I had already
accumulated and backed up by practical results. But for some reason no one thought
about that.

However, even with all the negative moments which came to light later, I was
happy that I helped people to wake up. Probably, they did not “recover their sight”
immediately or were unable to do this at all, but people got the chance of which they had
been deprived without their permission. The study was chargeable; every person had to
pay a thousand roubles.

According to previous arrangements with the Rasskazovs, all money for my
performances and courses of lectures passed through their company “Master”. Dmitry
Rasskazov promised me to come to Moscow with the financial report and my share;
whereupon, we say goodbye to each other. Svetlana and I settled in the sleeping car on
the Archangelsk-Moscow train and went back to Moscow...

39. Moscow fuss
We returned to Moscow and began to think about our near-term future plans.
Firstly, we decided to change our apartment, because of increased criminal activity in
the district where we lived. Several times the windshield wipers of my “Mercedes” were

stolen, the window of the rear door was broken and the apartment was robbed when a
rickety front door was easily broken. I felt that something was wrong and returned home
sooner than the thieves expected. Obviously, the robbery was not organized by a simple
street gang, but by professionals who organized a special “leakage” of our whereabouts.

Svetlana’s “friend”, who tried to poison her and then “unexpectedly” disappeared,
reappeared and began to search for Svetlana through our mutual acquaintances. Svetlana
was asked to collect some documents and personal belongings from her and also wanted
very much to look into her eyes. They agreed to meet at the main entrance of the Ministry
of Foreign Affairs of the USSR and I took her there. Svetlana also wanted to get her
foreign passport and to withdraw her salary in foreign currency.

It happened that Svetlana did not meet with her “friend” and was unable to pick up
her pass-port, because, they said it had been destroyed. She also could not withdraw her
money, because her “friend” had already taken it, showing a letter of attorney, (which

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