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

sea is quite another matter. Of course, I have never reached the Turkish coast of the

Black Sea but I have swum way out into open sea. It turned out that to swim in the sea
was easier than in the pond, but to dive was harder.

The water was very clean and this brought some unexpected and unpleasant
surprises. One day I dived very deeply and spent more time than I should and as result I
had to “surface” very urgently. The surface of the water seemed to be very close—just
extend your hand and you will reach it, but instead I swam and swam and still could not
reach it. With enormous difficulty I managed to reach the surface and inhale. This was
the way I became acquainted with the optical illusions of water. Although those
impressions were new for me, they didn’t become the most memorable and interesting.

There were some interesting small discoveries which were far from the delights of
the seaside resort. The fact that I can heal became known very quickly in the small town
of Sudak. In one family I was asked to scan a man. I quickly determined an active ulcer
as well as the positions of past ulcer scars which surprised everybody.

But I was surprised by another thing. Every time I started to scan or to heal the
ulcer, his wife received quite a powerful electric shock and began to jump. It looked very
funny and I had to force myself not to laugh, although it was quite hard. The most
interesting thing was that the reaction of this woman did not depend on the distance; her
body somehow transformed my influence field into an electrical discharge. I had to learn
to isolate her from my influence.

As I understood it after this, everybody who stood near me at the moment I was
using my influence fell under it. I did not exclude this possibility, very often people
asked to stand near me for a while. Usually I was surprised at these requests. Once I even

asked a person why he needed it. The answer was the following—it was enough to stand
near me for 10-15 minutes and his insomnia disappeared for a long time. But I did not
see how my field influenced people.

This unusual reaction which manifested itself so strongly allowed me to observe
my influence more attentively. It was enough to stir me to activity, for as the current hit
the woman she jumped as if she had sat or stepped on a thumbtack. This very clear, one
hundred per cent connection to my influence, allowed me to learn to manage my fields
more delicately. I succeeded in arranging every-thing so that I could influence one
person without influencing another who stood at a distance of only half a meter.

I also made one more little discovery in Sudak. One day I saw a bill that announced
a psychical session. I’ve never seen this kind of performance and decided to go.

An artist, whose name I do not remember, demonstrated simple hypnosis on
holiday-makers. He offered his ability to read thoughts and to find hidden objects. It was
something similar to what Wolf Messing did. I also decided to do some experiments on
him. If a spectator hid something in one place, I mentally hid it in another. I feel a bit
guilty about the spoiled performance.

After several unsuccessful attempts to find a hidden object, I “opened” it for him
and he could find a way out with dignity. He repeated it several times that evening, the

audience was very difficult. He decided to get revenge and offered to tell with exactitude
the day, month and year of birth of several volunteers. For this he asked them to think
about these dates and tried to “read” this in-formation from their brains.

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