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

left hand (I am right-handed). When I did it, a woman said that it was an illusion and

there were no needles under my nails that I simply created this illusion, that she had
already heard of it from other people and there was no need to consider them fools! I
asked her to check it out and pull the “illusory” needles out. The woman, quite sure of
her rightness, calmly approached me, took a needle and tried to pull it out. Then,
realizing that needles were real and were really under my nails, she fainted and I had to
help her out of it.

Unfortunately, the story with needles and my brother did not end there. Some years
later it got an unexpected continuation, when I visited my parents in Mineralnye Vody
in the winter of 1991. My brother worked then in the district architectural office and
boasted before local KGB-members of my ability to drive needles under my nails
without widening of my pupils. He was again called a liar and again began to persuade
me to prove that he was not, otherwise, he would be laughed at.

It turned out that the director of Terskaya stud farm invited me to the auction of
racers. A lot of foreigners visited it; certainly, the KGB workers must be there. Among
them there should be my brother’s “unbelievers”. I gave my word to my brother that, if
we met these people, I would show them the “trick”. We met them and my brother

introduced me as “the” brother who easily drove needles under his nails. They said that
they believed in it and there was no need to demonstrate, but their eyes manifested the
contrary. Before their very eyes I drove needles under my nails and asked them to
observe my pupils.

This time nobody fainted, but then I said to my brother that it was the last time I
did anything like that for his sake and if he needed something to boast about, he must
find something he could do, otherwise, next time he could drive needles under his own
nails. It was not that it was difficult for me to do it, I simply considered these actions
quite unnecessary; I had done only it for myself, to test my will and my strength of
“spirit”, not to impress any one...

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Now to go back to my life in the army for one simple reason: my researches and
discoveries had enormous value for me, and not only for me, as I understood it later but
for the comprehension of nature. From time to time conducting my “performances” for

officers and ensigns of my unit, who did not see but only heard from others and thus had
doubts, I tried different methods of influencing a person, studied the reaction to my
influence of the human brain and invented new versions of transformation.

There were always plenty of volunteers among soldiers, ensigns and officers eager
to participate in my “performances”, which certainly enlivened the everyday routine of
our service and a charge of good laughter was always welcome. I “cast” my voluntary
helpers into the past, brought them back to the present and asked them to tell me, what

they felt during those displacements.

One day our unit had military exercises and my platoon was in the indicated
position near a small forest. An idea flashed through my mind; I decided to find out how
plants react to man and his conduct. I asked my voluntary helpers to observe. I asked for
matches and slightly seared a leaf on a tree. The tree responded to my action, changing
the colour of its “aura” from bluish-green to juicy red. Most likely, this was how the tree
“cried” in pain. Other trees of this small forest heard the “scream”. Probably, it was the

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