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

way the suffering tree warned other trees that I caused pain: be-cause I only had to get

closer to other trees, without even thinking to sear leaves, for their “auras” to change as
had happened with the tree that I had harmed.

When I asked others to come to the trees, none of them changed their “aura”. It
happened only when I tried to approach them. The tree certainly remembered me and
could distinguish me from any other individual. Moreover, it not only recognised me,
but also “passed” the information about me to other trees so that all the trees of the small
forest received the signal that an “especially dangerous criminal” was in the vicinity.
Not bad for “brainless” plants, is it?!

Vegetable organisms have their sense organs, they experience pain, joy, sadness
and have a great many other qualities and abilities that we used to consider inherent only
in humans. They have their consciousness, although different from ours, and they want
to live, they are also afraid of death, as are a great many people. Therefore, I recommend
causing plants no harm, unless there is a special reason for doing so.

My discoveries allowed me to have quite a different view of the world of nature
surrounding us. Every living creature, be it a plant or an animal, possesses different
levels of consciousness and the whole spectrum of sense organs, of which we humans,
are totally unaware, considering our-selves and our abilities the pinnacle of creation. We
do not understand, even partially, this nature, or our own...

Meanwhile, my military service took its normal course between my discoveries.
After the service I healed people. Toward the end of my military “career”, an employee
of my university faculty who knew that I could successfully heal the fourth grade cancer
patients that found me, asked me to help her neighbour who had been discharged from

the hospital to die at home; doctors gave him less than a month of life. She felt pity for
his two children and found me through my friends.

I agreed. When this man came to me he was already unable to walk, two men had
to accompany him. The spring of 1986 approached, I had several months left to transfer
to the reserve. The next inspection of our unit approached. It always was accompanied
by additional fuss. I would re-turn from my duty after ten o’clock in the evening. So, I
had to work with him during my lunch-time. Nevertheless, the intensive work with him
got a perfect result and in four months he went home quite healthy. He got on a plane
without assistance and carried his own luggage. He told me this after he had returned
home. I had destroyed his cancer together with metastases but he was still a little weak.
I mention this not because he had cancer, but because this story got an unexpected
continuation. I’ll tell about it a little later...

* * *
A funny story happened to me during the last inspection before my transfer to the
reserve. The unit commander decided to divide all officers and ensigns into two
alternating duty details. I was “lucky” to be on duty every other day. It would have been
quite bearable, if I had managed to rest a little after each duty. However, I still was the
commander of my platoon and was responsible for its readiness for the maneuvers. So,

often, instead of going home after the duty, I went to the location of my company and
platoon.
Those, who have served in the army, know what a madhouse it can be during those
inspections, when a supervisor can give a training war alarm and declare the beginning

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