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

entered the living room, comfortably settled himself in the arm-chair and ... began to

listen.

That time we had contact with the female creature (of my first contact). Her name
was Iolloyia or briefly Oyia. During that memorable contact I inquired about the
civilization she headed at that time. Correctly saying, she was the head of the hierarchy
of the civilization that involved their system of planets. Her civilization was considerably
more developed than our contemporary civilization. The women of her civilization had
perfect body forms and were incredibly beautiful. “Our” major relaxed in his arm-chair,
and when he heard it, began to dream. He imagined himself among these “pretty women”
and enjoyed this unbelievable female beauty like King Solomon...

I do not think there is a need to give a detailed description of his fantasy; it is quite
clear. Al-though, they say that there is no harm in dreaming, sometimes it can turn out
to be quite to the contrary. His “flight of fancy” went considerably further than the
decency of both worlds permitted; ours and Oyia’s. He could not have imagined that all
his thoughts were formed as volumetric holograms and thus, were not a secret for those,
who were able to see them.

During a session of the connection, I usually “directed” the telepathic contact with
Oyia to the brain of this man’s wife, which allowed everybody to hear the verbal
interpretation, especially those, who were unable to receive telepathic information. The
telepathic transformer allowed translation of Oyia’s information into the sounds and
words habitual to us. After some correction, the information was passed quite accurately.

Well, it was a normal exchange of information, when our “gallant” major filled the
space around him with some very “colourful” thought-forms. Apparently, his fantasies
were excessive even for an alien creature, and overstepped all possible limits. According
to the concepts of Oyia’s civilization such “fantasies” were a serious violation of
etiquette and were equal to actions; they required serious punishment, which was nothing

less than a partial evolutionary spin back to the point of origin of the evolutional defect.
When similar punishment is imposed on an inhabitant of Earth, it results in the death of
the physical body. Oyia demanded that I punish this man, I tried to smooth out the
situation, but ensuing events showed that I had failed.

It turned out that next day I and other young employees of my department left for
the collective farm, which was under the patronage of our institute, where we were
charged with very “serious” business. We were to mow down the wheat, which was

“sown” along roads when delivered to the elevator last year. The wheat was fairly high;
we sharpened our scythes and began to mow. Al-though, I was not a countryman, I was
able to mow pretty well and even got satisfaction from this process. The smell of freshly
cut stems of wheat, crisp air, singing of birds—this idyll was seldom disturbed by the

sound of cars. On the second day of this rural life, I decided to call those people and find
out how they were getting on. When I reached them on the phone, the major and his wife
were on the verge of panic. They had tried to look for me at my work but found out that
I was at the collective farm. The reason for their panic was the following.

Apparently, Oyia came to the conclusion that I did not take “seriously” the violation
of ethical norms and decided to punish a “thought-criminal”. When the matrimonial
couple went to bed, she appeared and told the woman, that she came to punish this man.

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