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

           it independently. Most people are unable to resist all that social parasites have created

           on Midgard-earth. Therefore, those sparks were not able to burn for very long without
           permanent replenishment on my part, but, nevertheless, their tracks remained, as well as
           the willingness to fill the soul again with this light.

                When I gave my lectures, I did not know all this, or the fact that most people
           required a lot of time in order to change their consciousness and concepts. Some people
           can take their whole lifetime to achieve this. In fact it is always more difficult to change
           the foundation of the consciousness, in spite of the fact that the existent one is false!
           Some people can spend “just” several years for this, but, in any case, this always requires
           a lot of time. I understood all this later, having observed my American students for more
           than twelve years.

                Nevertheless, in 1991 I succeeded in awaking many people which brought me some
           fame in Russia. Although it was dramatically distorted, there were some grains of truth,
           and everything I did in 1991 was not in vain, although I saw everything then from a quite
           different angle. I thought that when a person woke up, he would not like to fall into
           lethargy again; but only a few found enough strength of mind and will to go against the

           current: most people had so-called good reasons, like children, sick parents or fear of
           being fired and blacklisted.

                Although  I  understood,  why  people  turned  to  treachery  suffering  this  kind  of
           pressure, all the same, somewhere in the core of my being I felt pain because of this. In
           fact, I also had to make up my mind and go against all and I did it not for the sake of my
           own benefit (rather to the contrary), but because I could not act differently—I wanted
           other people to get a chance to be rid of the narcotic dream into which social parasites
           had immersed people. The slavery which they created will never disappear of its own
           accord and they never will reject parasitism voluntarily. Moreover, one also cannot sit
           around and wait for everyone else to start acting honestly, without pursuing their own
           interests.

                The  slavish  philosophy  imposed  on  the  Ruses  during  the  last  thousand  years
           extremely adversely affected people, even at the subconscious level, which “advises”

           them: “Let other people act. If they die, you will remain alive. Put up with everything
           and you will live!” But the subconscious does not tell a man that he will live, but only
           as a slave and when his owners wish, they can even take this slave’s pitiful life, as they
           do not consider him human. Is it really a life? Some may think so, but for me it is worse
           than death! The life of a slave is that of the living dead; he does not even understand that
           he is dead, because the soul dies in slavery. Therefore I hope that there will be more
           people who understand this and if I succeed in making my humble contribution to it, I
           will consider myself to be a happy man.

                Let me return to Moscow, to the end of October and the beginning of November,
           1991. When we decided to visit the USA, Constantine Orbelian said that he would take
           care of all formalities. I gave the money for our tickets to his secretary, thinking that he
           was indeed “in the know”, but I was wrong.

                Constantine  entrusted  his  secretary  with  the  task  of  getting  the  tickets  and  his

           cousin, Vladimir Mironov, was responsible for our visas. Firstly, it was necessary to get
           a new passport for Svetlana, to replace the one destroyed by the “friends”. And there a
           problem occurred.


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