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

“Why has your slipper jumped all of a sudden!?” I looked at my slippers—they were in
their habitual place—on my feet. Another motion was followed by another exclamation:

“Look, the other has just jumped!” I decided to conduct an-other experiment and went
to my room, where I cut several pieces of paper of banknotes size. I re-turned to the
kitchen and, holding my hands behind my back, said to her: “I will show you a bank-
note, would you be so kind as to tell me its denomination”. She agreed and I gave her
one of the pieces of paper thinking about 100 roubles.

It is hard to describe my surprise, when she told me: “It’s been a long time since I
held a 100-rouble-note”. It so dumbfounded me that I asked her, whether she was
completely sure of it? She looked at me smirking, brought the piece of paper to the bulb
and said: “It’s not the first time I’ve held banknotes in my hands. Look, there are thread-
marks and Lenin’s physiognomy!” Her answer shocked me even more, I began to show
her other pieces of paper and thought mentally—ten, twenty five, fifty roubles—and
each time she told me their exact “denomination”. I showed her several pieces and told
her that it was a five thousand rouble pack of banknotes and asked her to check it. As if
nothing happened, she shuffled these pieces of paper with full seriousness and
naturalness and told me that there were five thousand in the pack. She even asked me
where I had got such a considerable sum of money.

I did not limit the experiment to the pieces of paper. I imagined that her TV set
became in-visible, and she exclaimed: “Look, my TV set disappeared and a vase with
flowers that stood on it is in the air!” Then a wardrobe became transparent for her and

clothes hung in the air, after that I made the walls of the house transparent and then I
decided to check out another guess. I asked her to look at my hand and imagined that
my hand had become transparent and the bones and vessels were visible.

Almost immediately my hostess stared at my hand and said: “Look, your hand
became trans-parent and I can see your bones and vessels!” It surprised her more than
objects floating in the air. Curiously enough, my hostess neither had any decent
education, nor possessed a brilliant intellect. Nevertheless, under my influence she saw

and gave a detailed description of things which she could not possibly know or invent.
It was unbelievable, but it was a fact. I understood that under my influence a person can
“see” what in ordinary circumstances the human eye was unable to see. Now, I had to
check out this discovery with other people and make sure of it by repetition.

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Several times a week I had to conduct political studies with soldiers of my platoon.
One day I pretty quickly managed to expound the obligatory material about some “very
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interesting” plenum of the CC of CPSU and offered anyone interested participation in
an experiment. All my soldiers woke up at once and stared at me with interest. I
conducted some tests already known to me and selected some soldiers who were the
most sensitive to my influence. Then I tried to induce in them a state similar to that of
my hostess, when she saw invisible things. I discovered that not all of them could be
influenced. After this my political studies become very popular among the soldiers and
many of them asked me when I would do something like this again. Usually, I quickly
expounded boring information about congresses of the party, conferences and their
resolutions and passed to the experiments for which everyone waited with impatience

11 The Central Committee of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union.
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