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

to apply different times and effort to “bring” the brain of a person to the desired

qualitative state.
I often give as an example, a mosaic so that people can understand this process
better. Every-one has a different number of “fragments of the mosaic” necessary for
qualitative transformation of the brain. For me to do the transformation in two to three
minutes, a person must have no less than ninety-five per cent of these mosaic fragments.
If someone has only five fragments out of the hundred that are necessary, I must “add”
the missing ninety-five fragments to realize the qualitative transformation. When I
accomplished it, new qualities always appeared and these new qualities were not at all
illusory. After the transformation of the brain, a person acquired, for example, the ability
to see internal organs of other persons.

I found this out it early on in the first the experiment with my hostess and it was
not simply my hypnosis. In this state a person saw the internal organs of precisely this
very person with all features and pathologies of this person. This discovery became the
key, which helped me to discover one natural law after another. But that would be later,
right then it was the beginning with a “Capital B”, at least it was for me...

6. In the Army (continuation)

Probably, to be a radio electronic fighting troops officer was a little easier than to
serve in the airborne or armored troops, but, nevertheless, it was not “all milk and
honey”, as some may think. Almost all the time it was necessary to be on duty. Although
the Black sea was a stone's throw from the disposition of my unit, I was in no mood to
bathe even in summer. Certainly, I could have told the orderly that I was going to the
auto-park and once there, I could get agreement with a duty ensign that he would inform
the duty officer, if he looked for me, that I “just” had gone on duty, whilst I enjoyed the
sea, but I had no desire to do this. It had nothing to do with my devotion to military
service; it simply did not resonate with my soul. On my weekends when I was off duty
I preferred to have a good sleep and do some domestic chores.

I moved to another apartment where I was my own master. I rented it for the rest
of the term of my service. It was nearer to my unit and further from the sea, although
that was of no importance, because I had neither the desire nor the time to waste bathing
and tanning. The apartment had a kitchen and two rooms, which, to be honest, was too
many for me. It was my brother Vladimir, who did me a disservice. He arrived in Odessa
on business and visited me. He immediately began to look for an apartment, found it and
paid for it in advance, so I was faced with the fact and moved into a two-room apartment
without furniture. I brought a bed and bedding and bought some trifles for my kitchen.
The owners of the apartment had left a refrigerator and a kitchen table with chairs, and
thus, my life was organized. Basically, I appeared in the apartment at lunch and at night,
if I was not on night duty.

On infrequent weekend I went to Odessa to the famous market, Privoz, and bought
all necessary for my cooking “experiments”. They were not something outstanding, but
on my salary I was able to buy delicacies which had been inaccessible to me when I was
a student. I must say that the homemade sausages were simply amazing. There was a
long row of sausage vendors and I usually passed through it and bought those sausages
which seemed to me like they would be delicious. Usually I tested the sausage I liked

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