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

I was aware of the mechanism of telepathy by then and again spoiled the

performance a little. I blocked the signals of the volunteers and started to send him
mentally different numbers. He again was taken aback. When I made sure that my tactics
worked I stopped interfering and let him demonstrate his abilities.

After the performance I went to him and tried to explain the reason for what had
happened. But I had the impression that he did not understand a word. This episode was

of great importance for me—I discovered my new abilities and understood a lot…

5. In the Army

In ten days I came back to Mineralnye Vody and spent the rest of my vacation
before going to do my military service, reading books, healing my friends, etc. At the

beginning of August, 1984 I went to the headquarters of the Odessa military district. On
the appointed day I appeared at the headquarters and reported on the telephone indicated
that lieutenant Levashov had arrived for service. I was ordered to sit in the vestibule and
expect somebody to come down to me.

My service began with a little confusion. I arrived in my civilian clothes, because
we were not given a uniform in the military registration and enlistment office. Therefore,
when in 10-15 minutes a staff lieutenant colonel appeared and unsuccessfully began to
look for an officer, I decided to ask, whether he looked for me. I addressed him, as one
should, and asked. He looked at my “civilian” clothes with surprise and confirmed my
supposition. He had not expected someone without a uniform and paid no attention to a
civilian. Then he offered me several destinations from which to choose for the
assignment.

It was all the same to me, where and how to serve. Moreover, I had no idea, where
those military units he mentioned were situated and I suggested that he send me where
he considered necessary. Probably, my answer surprised him and he sent me to unit

44219 as the commander of the platoon. I got all the necessary papers and departed for
this unit, which appeared to be the one where we had our military camps and swore our
military oath last summer. It was located on the edge of the Black sea, not far from
Illichevsk, a city near the port of Odessa. In fact, it was a suburb of Odessa, to where
one could get by train, bus or taxi.

I got to my unit headquarters and introduced myself to the unit commander. Then I
was presented to the company commander, where my platoon was, and to the other
officers who were in the headquarters at that moment. One of the graduates of our
faculty, who had graduated several years before, recently became the company
commander. Also a last year graduate, who I knew personally, and Yuri Milenko, my
fellow-student, with whom I had studied in the same group, were among the officers. He
had arrived the day before and already received his duty roster, which several officers
did in shifts.

First I was lodged in a small cottage in the grounds of the military unit where Yuri
had settled already. Officers had the right to live out of the unit; free places in the officer
hostel were expected for the short term, but I decided to rent a room and Yuri joined me.
We found a room in a block of flats, which was only three hundred meters away from
the Black sea shore. It would seem that we found ourselves in a resort! But it was only

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