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

Oddly enough, nobody refused my help, on the contrary, a lot of them tried hard to

get it. Their “scepticism” appeared only when I completed the course of treatment and a
person had to re-act somehow to it. Many limited themselves to words of gratitude,
although I expected more from them and they understood that perfectly. I explained it
by assuming that they simply did not have money. Sometimes it was so, but very often
I found out later that people to whom I had returned their life and health bought, for
example, cars, paying considerable sums of money on the “black market” (as it was
almost impossible to buy a car in the Soviet car-shops; moreover, a person had to pay
additional money for this opportunity).

This kind of thing left an unpleasant after-taste in my soul, but I was still eager to
help people. However, some people continued to give me special lessons of their
“gratitude” and “appreciation”.

When I rescued a man from the inevitable death from cancer and when doctors
confirmed this “unbelievable” fact and all relatives and friends of this man celebrated,
his wife took me aside for a talk. I thought she would thank me for saving her husband’s
life. She had jeans (manufactured in Czechoslovakia) and offered them to me for 250
roubles. She said that she had got several pairs and I could choose any jeans I liked that
fitted me. My height was nearly two meters and I always had a problem finding clothes

of my size. I thanked her for the offer but said there was none my size. I did not show
that I knew the real price.

It was possible to purchase the best American jeans on the “black market” for the
price she asked for the Czech jeans. The price of the jeans she offered was maximum
120-150 roubles. The wife of a man, whose life I saved, without paying a kopeck for my
work, tried to “foist” the Czech jeans at the price of the American ones on me, thinking
that I was a complete fool; she “decided” I was and tried to earn an additional 100
roubles. Their behaviour shocked me to the core of my being. I could not even imagine
that kind of sacrilege. After this I never met with these people again, although they tried

to find me later.

The bitter taste of disappointment in people settled in my soul, but not for long.
These people’s deeds are their responsibility; other people are not responsible for them.
Everybody is responsible only for his own acts and only then, when he carries them out.
Therefore, I did not change my attitude toward all people, only toward those who
deserved it. I continued to help people with an open heart and continued to search for
the truth...

* * *
It was when I was a student that I first ran into an unusual phenomenon known to
everybody only from books and horror films—vampirism. However, with one
distinction—in books and horror films vampires drink human blood, what I found was
a vampirism of energy, or more accurately, of vital force. I can say nothing about those
who drink blood, probably they exist and not only as cases of mental disease. Personally
I have not met with the bloodsucking variety, I only saw vampires that robbed human
vital force. The first case of vampirism, which I ran into, was very interesting...

It happened, when I was already in my fifth year. One day the secretary of our
faculty, who knew that I healed people, asked me for help. The issue appeared very
unusual and I had never come across anything like this before. She told me that

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