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

The notion of “second wind” is that it comes involuntarily. This was quite another

thing; it was a breakthrough to another qualitative level of my abilities. After it, I carried
out both my re-searches and treatment of people with ease. It does not mean that I
stopped feeling tiredness but after this “breakthrough” I could endure a level of load tens
times greater than before and I was not so tired. So, only once in my life I won something
positive from an egocentric attitude toward me.

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In fact, it is very interesting to observe people’s reaction to what I do. If I do not
raise the question about money for the work, considering that a person himself should
raise this question, a lot of people come to the conclusion that the treatment brings me
“pleasure” or costs me nothing, or I am a fool.

This always seemed to me, at the very least, strange. Is it really so, that sympathy
for a per-son, the desire to help, to deliver a living creature from torments and illnesses
and often to save life without putting money at the top of the list is a sign of foolishness?!
Sure, I got moral satisfaction and I was glad when I could help people, return them their
health and life. It manifested especially brightly, when I succeeded in solving a new

problem, finding a more effective method of treating an illness already known to me,
etc.

It always brings pleasure and satisfaction when a person creates something and
attains a good result. This is how any creator feels. Anyone can certainly become a
creator, in his own way, if he puts his whole soul into it, pushing himself, with the
maximum devotion to the task in hand. It is not important what work you do, but how
you do it. As for me, I almost always experienced great joy when I had created
something. In my childhood I liked to work with wood and made stools, chairs, etc.

Certainly, my hand-made articles were not “works of art”, but, nevertheless, I felt
joy because my hands turned a rough board into something useful, gave it the
smoothness of human skin; some-thing shapeless assumed beautiful form and I was the
creator of this “miracle”. I soon began to see the drawbacks of my “miracle”, but they
would appear later. And in the moment of completion of the creation I felt myself in
“seventh heaven”. Besides, the more difficult the task or the problem, the greater the joy
I felt after pushing myself so hard. It didn’t matter to me that probably someone else had
done the same thing much better than I. It was important for me to overcome myself, to

attain and sometimes to go beyond my limit.

I was satisfied and even proud of me, when I successfully pressured myself into
creating something that I had previously considered impossible. But, unfortunately,
something like this hap-pens very rarely. Hard work and the search for the optimum
solution to the problem must precede every fulfillment, independent of whether it is a
stool or the renewal of The Planets’ ozone layer.

Once the problem is solved, the repetition of the process becomes routine, hard

work. It does not mean that I felt no joy when I, for example, saved a person from a
chronic ulcer, just because I already had done it once for someone else. However, frankly
speaking, the second, third and so on time of solving the same task was perceived less
brightly than it was for the first time. Put simply, these fulfillments became habitual and
were hard labour.

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