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

covered the ground with a dense cap, and second time, when I returned from my

vacation, and the non-flying weather lasted two weeks more.

It turned out that flying weather appeared only then, when I needed to fly. I
suspected that, most likely, the reason for my luck was me. Certainly, the probability of
similar fortuity exists, but it is insignificantly small. I also suspected that the theory of
chance in this case had nothing to do with this. I only had to get new confirmations of
my direct participation in these phenomena to con-firm or refute my supposition. After
this event I began to observe my wishes and their consequences with more attention and
not only wishes related to the weather.

As for the latter, I had only to concentrate or wish strongly and rain stopped or
began, clouds appeared or disappeared. I only had to imagine the process. When I
realized that my desire had influenced the weather I tried not to interfere in it without a
special necessity to do so. But since then I almost never had to wait for flying weather.
There was always good weather when I had “my” flights, even, if there was non-flying
weather either before or after. Very soon I struck the possibility of “fortuity” with the
weather off the list.

It happened for me as in fairy-tales: “…by the wave of a wand...” However, I had
no wand but it was enough that my unconscious (at that time) wished to control the
weather. Although, they say that the nature has no bad weather and any weather is a
blessing, I never liked boring cold drizzle, when low leaden clouds hung over the land

for too long. This kind of “blessing” did not evoke a special resonance in my soul.
Although I understood the necessity for this weather, I, nevertheless, tired of its tedium,
arranged a break in this kind of “blessing”. It also turned out that I did it on weekends
and festive days, especially if I had to be outdoors.

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But all these are later events, while I still was in the army and continued to discover

a new, beautiful world... My brother not only found a flat for me, but also bothered to
notify the local population that I could heal. In my unit a lot of people knew, not only
about my abilities to influence people and experienced it, but also about my ability to
heal. Soldiers, officers and ensigns asked me for help. I tried my best to help them.

Because of my brother’s “magic touch” he could easily establish relations with
almost any-one, the inhabitants of Ilichevsk began to ask me to heal them. So, after my
military service, if I was off duty, in the evening I received “civilians”, as the military
say. My brother drew people a very colorful picture about what I was able to do and
often asked me to prove to these people that he had not lied. I asked him to stop creating
this kind of “advertising”—and said there should be no need to demonstrate to anyone
that he was truthful. But he was incorrigible. He not only told people that I could heal
but also about my other “oddities”. And there was one very funny case related to this.

Once, he told his acquaintances that I could drive needles under my nails and the
pupils of my eyes did not even widen. They, naturally, disbelieved him and he asked me
to prove to these people that he was not a liar. He very much wanted me to do it; he said
that this was very important to him, otherwise, these people would not take him
seriously, and his work required the contrary. Finally, he persuaded me. However, before
I tell about my demonstration, I would like to explain a little the situation with needles
driven under nails.

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