Trusting the Waves to Flow Through

Posted on April 25, 2015 by lovelylinda

I breathed in the stillness and grace of this pair.

Melancholy and sadness filled my field for a time the past couple of days. A couple of folks called to check in, was I feeling it too? Nice to know we are not alone, that others are experiencing the waves with us. That it is not personal, rather an expression of the collective consciousness. Our earth is going through more changes, earthquakes and volcanoes erupting in Chile, New Zealand, Nepal and elsewhere. A friend in Idaho called and said that there were a couple of small ones in her area. We feel more of the collective energy as it moves up and out for release. There is no hurrying it along. It flows in, seeking the love light, it opens my heart so the love light streams forth, I walk with it, listen to its story, feel its energy, allow it space….and it departs into the field of love that is.

Found heart rocks are now placed in trees so that they can shine their love light to all whom pass by.

Just realized that the word, holy is within melancholy. As we discover more and more, there is holiness and wholeness in what we are taught are negative states. Clues embedded for us to discover and bring into the light of our consciousness. We have been so programmed to shed the shadow, to keep running as if to outrun its reach. It is a relief when we finally stop and face it. To witness the fluid nature of feelings when we allow them entrance into our heart’s home. I recall the shock when I finally opened the door to the pain of my divorce and invited it in. I had thought that I would die on some level. Indeed, something did die. A dream, a vision, a creation. Yet, I did not die. As I became more comfortable with this guest, as its character became more known to me, as I began to love it, peace flowed in. It departed then, coming back for short visits when I required it. A messenger baring gifts of wisdom and strength.

Mount Shasta teaches me as I watch her appear and disappear in the mists. She is there, allowing the sun and shadows to flow over her.

Amazing how many states of feeling I can experience in a day. I honor each as an invited guest and in doing so, discover that none overstay their welcome. In previous times, I so desperately wanted a feeling to depart, that invariably, they stayed and stayed! No hints or encouragement saw them head to the door, rather they simply settled in more comfortably, tucking the pillows just so behind their backs. Now, I offer to rearrange the pillows, bring the refreshing liquidlovelight, offer my attention.

The sunny colors amidst the grey greens.

Before the glass is drained, they are usually up and out the door. Just as with our children, if I ignored the one hanging on my leg and kept with my task, the cries and attachment grew. If I bent down, offering my full attention, the hold loosened, the cries ceased and I could return to my task at hand.

The liquidlovelight is penetrating deep, the debris is floating upward to be cleansed. We are transmuters, alchemists of old, turning the dross to the golden love light. It was never about the golden coins, the true riches have always been the spirals of love light found in our hearts. We are blessed. We are.

Musings of the Week, Are We There Yet?

Posted on April 22, 2015 by lovelylinda

These days move with no rhyme or reason. One day, I am exhausted, spend the day in bed, reading, dreaming….so present elsewhere. Another day, I awake with energy, it comes in bursts. I wanted to be outside for more of the day, beyond the confines of the backyard. I packed a lunch and a notebook and went off to the lake. I ended up walking halfway around it before turning back. It is a seven mile loop that you can walk in the summer. There are a couple of footbridges that are removed in winter, hence, the retracing of my route.

I sat against a tree trunk to eat my lunch, drinking in the scent of pine resin released by the spring warmth. I realized how much I love that smell and the feeling of being surrounded by nature’s beauty. How camping allows that essence to seep into my pores and settle into my bones. I thought of the Grand Teton Mountains, the sparkling clear lakes of British Columbia, the shores of the Pacific Northwest and so many places I have yet to explore. I want that strength to return that allows me to be in the elements day and night. It takes stamina and energy to be outdoors, to make the fire, cook the food. Everything is a bit more of a challenge. At present, I do not have that energy. I am grateful to have a bed awaiting me, a kitchen and bathroom at hand.

A heart rock I picked up and placed in a tree to shine at passerbys.

I waded into the water until my feet were red and numb. It felt so good to feel that sharp aliveness. So much of my time is lived in a shimmery space, neither here nor there, that there is a joy in the physical sensations. I am ready to be more present in this now, with energy and enthusiasm for everything. Yet, I find myself in this space of disconnection. I am unplugged. I know that I am at work on other planes, creating new connections, new alignments. There is no pushing the timing, no skipping ahead as my weary heart desires. The patience pause…..I have become good at this. Why? Because there is nothing else. I have fully surrendered to my higher presence, to her wisdom gleaned from a broader perspective. Do I get tired of this half life? Yes……I feel beyond weary of it all.

A couple of dear friends of late have expressed concern. Am I sure that my guidance is correct? Does it make sense to continue to follow a path of Being when it has gone on for so long? Years, not simply weeks or months. We live in a world that values action and prizes productivity. I hold an extreme note of Being that sounds discordant. My friend asks, “What about creativity, are you painting?” No, only in my mind. It feels so heavy to think of gathering materials and claiming a space to create. I can lie on my bed and make use of sunbeams and cool breezes and weave them into structures and form. I dream of creating outdoor spaces that when you enter, your cells sing a song of harmony as your own beauty arises. I see towers of shimmering silk that float in undulating waves to bring shots of color and sound to those on the ground.

Everything in this reality feels dense and heavy, my body, the effort of cooking or cleaning. It is not that I do not desire to create, my palms are alive with the passion but await new tools. I want to create with light and mist and clay of the earth. All blended in new tones and forms.

Rainbows dancing in my palm delighted me.

In this now, I enjoy what is here. The bursts of energy that allow my washing to be done, the line dried sheets that offer me their fresh scent for sleep, the lilac wafting its heady scent by my bed, the thunder and lightening show lighting up the sky out my window this night, the rain falling on the roof and sweetening the air flowing over me from the open window above my bed. Gratitude is there in every breath. I take none of it for granted.

I just accidentally clicked on the notes icon and found this I wrote a month or so ago. Not sure if I used it in a blog but it fits this moment:

The trust and faith bones in our being are strengthening with each surrender, each letting go. Ours is to breathe it each moment. To know and feel it within our hearts, that the Universe is conspiring to bring us our deepest desires in ways more magnificent than our imagining allows.

Despite the weariness of soul and heart, this continues to ring true for me. It is getting closer, I feel it in my cells. I sense movement up ahead and an aspect from bygone days feels the excitement of being the one up in the crows nest, crying, “Land ho!”

aligning

Trust

Posted on April 17, 2015 by lovelylinda

I am so in love with the flow of my life. Trusting myself in every moment, fully and completely. I had had a craving for coffee. I went into town and bought myself a Bob Marley, Lively Up blend of organic coffee. Yesterday I awoke to massive head pressure, the nausea inducing kind. My head felt as large as a planet with all kinds of spinning inside. I heard, ” Go make yourself a cup of coffee. That is why you bought it. ”

Perfect! I had my coffee, stepped outside to stand on the earth and allowed a loud and full toning to move through me. I saw the pillar of light about me, felt the energy flow through into Mother Earth, knew this to be part of my transformer role. I felt her gratitude flow back up to my heart, breathed in the peace and balance. My head returned to normal size. Grace.

Beautiful drawing that came as a thank you from my son, Gabriel.

The more I trust what I am given through an image, words, signs, feeling….the more I am given. I am guided in each moment by myself. I allow that guidance to flow in, I honor it by acting upon it. The mind quiets, the emotions calm. No need to seek, to push, to arrange. It flows and I enjoy the ride. I am always in my perfect place, on time for my highest good to present itself, in place to receive all the gifts of love I desire to shower myself with. I am savoring this time.

Last night it was the joy of a new novel, hardcover, large enough type and heft for comfort. I giggled at the deliciousness of staying up late to read to my heart’s content. I went downstairs in the wee hours to get my tiny carton of ice cream, yum! How fun that for a dollar I can buy a carton of deliciousness that was a perfect match for my need for creaminess in that moment. Again a thank you to myself for foreseeing and planning for a future desire. Tuning in, listening and responding without the filter of the programmed mind as to whether something is right or wrong, is freeing.

This dog, just out of the lake, rolling in delight! Joy

Wide spaces open their doors, each set a new breath, a greater expansion. Woohoo, that Marley coffee lively upping my being! Oh yes! Here is graceland. We open, we experience and express the expansion, we live that space until the air is consumed, constriction, gasping….we open the next doorway ..over and over the dance. We can trust this. Trust the absolute love we are held in by ourselves for ourselves! I LOVE me! I am Creator swaddling and rocking this being just emerged into this now moment. The love! The love is an explosion of stars. How could I ever have not recognized the love that I am!

As we enter each new doorway, we are a babe, learning anew. We can only offer comfort, rocking, napping, food, lullabies as we stretch and grow into our new skin. Oh, tender are our hearts, our bodies, our minds. I caress myself with so much love and gentleness. In doing so, I caress you, knowing we are One. I have prayed for magic and miracle for years upon years. I am now living in that field of love. Grace, grace abounds. From my heart, streaming ribbons of multi-colored shimmering lovelight, I AM.

Soft Waves of Joy

Posted on April 14, 2015 by lovelylinda

I awoke in the wee hours as dawn was lighting the sky. There was a layer of snow on the rooftops outside my second story window. It must have turned cold in the night. I drifted back to sleep. Yesterday I had made it out to get a library card, as I love accessing the library where I am. I stopped to buy food to make veggie burritos, went through the check out lane, then surprised myself by heading to the deli for a sandwich as an immediate need for food arose. I ate till the sense of fullness sated me and went down for a few hours nap. I often feel urgency in my need for food, rest, movement. I could actually feel greater aspects of myself, getting my body into bed, safely tucked in, so as to allow myself to be on time for council meetings and creative endeavors in other dimensional spaces. The fullness in the belly allowed the long sleep necessary, just as we did for our babies, before a nap. We are being looked after like infants, my higher self, the caring parent.

This morning I desired a chocolate croissant and a coffee. There were other things I desired to do in town… a haircut is needed, veggies for a soup…but I can only do one thing at a time at present. No multi-tasking for this woman and I used to be great at it. So, drove into town, got my warm chocolate croissant and coffee, stopped along the road to commune with the mountain in her misty robe, came back and sat in the sun, savoring every bite and drink as well as the smells and sights about me. Pine trees wafting their fragrance, tulips so perky and bright even after being covered for a day in a blanket of snow, watched a bluejay squawking……he lifted his wings in the air with every squawk. Quite a morning workout!

I am savoring this dreamtime. We are transforming into more and more of our true beings. It is quite a process, we will not pass this way again. I feel such tenderness for this being, Linda Marie. I watched a short video (Facebook brings many things into my world) made by the Dove soap company. They targeted a few big cities around the world, put up signs at the entrance to someplace that in the video only women entered. Above one entrance was the word, beautiful, above the other, average. They had hidden cameras to watch women as they chose which door to enter. Most entered the average door though in interviews many women spoke of how they wanted to know themselves as beautiful and feel it enough to enter the beautiful door. It was so powerful to watch as women struggled to access that thought of their own beauty. I was in tears. The conditioning has been so strong and relentless to feel less than, to feel small and powerless, to assign positive attributes to others but not self.

I am dreaming a world where all would enter the beautiful doorway, as we would each know on a cellular level, that we are beautiful. To know our blossoming, to feel the beauty arise in a continuous circuit within, to have it reflected in the eyes and words and actions of others about us.

Let us see the tender shoots of each one’s growth, open to the remembrance of our magnificence, catch the starlight shining forth from our eyes. It never was about the outer form. We each choose our form as the perfect expression for what we came here to do. These dear bodies serve us well. All the rules and ideas about what beauty and health is, are imposed upon us. It is time to look inside and read the writings of our own history in the cosmos. We are masters, come to play on and with this beautiful planet.

I spoke with my eldest son, who often feels the weight of the world. He was feeling joy. He said a smile kept arising on his face that threatened to lift him off his feet! My heart sang with his joy. In this moment, it wafts through me in a smile as I listen to a rendition of Alleluia and sew buttons onto my comforter cover. Simple pleasures that fill me with satisfaction. The idea had been there for weeks as the down comforter spilled out from its cover and now the moment of joy in the repair, was present.

As I move about in my slumber, I trust fully in this process. Knowing that my time of activity and passion will come again, in its perfect moment. Trusting the fertile nature of this time and that I will live to see and experience its fruition. Even in that, no attachment either way as I am grateful to live this now moment and offer what is mine to do. I am seeing more about me, embodying their gifts, letting go of what no longer serves. We are growing in leaps and bounds. What wonderful beings we are. Feeling your beauty and my own with a grateful heart. Alleluia.

Entering the Dreamtime

Posted on April 12, 2015 by lovelylinda

The mountain informed me that I would need a week of rest in her to come back from the effort of the eclipse portal. Yesterday I did not stir far from my bed nor change out of my pajamas and robe. I dove deep in the waves moving in dreamtime. Today, I watched the overcast sky open up to allow the clouds to dance freely. I showered and dressed, then needed a rest. I made myself some food, eggs and greens, fast and easy. I got out everything to make a juice but the thought of cleaning up afterwards was too daunting to face. Lemon water will do just fine!

Back to bed to watch the birds soar outside the window. I wanted clean sheets for my now clean body…a load of laundry begun. Sat in the living room with the fire and saw the mountain come out from the curtain of clouds to bask in the glow of the setting sun. She is so beautiful. I curl up in her embrace.

A friend spoke of how this time is full of new ideas and how she is taking action steps into new projects. I was so glad for her, for the excitement and joy. For me, there is no arising passion other than to see each one of us embrace our own beauty and feel the winds of freedom lifting us higher. Nothing concrete in the outer world, no form. Yet I know that this dreamtime, where I exist in the shimmering lands of mist and magic, is a place of immense power. I am dreaming the new into being. I ride the feelings of peace and joy and harmony without form. I sense the joy, the laughter and play. I am not living it in the outer, but in this inner dreamtime, I am carried by it and dance to its tune.

I observe many being pulled into the quiet inner world, desiring solitude, open spaces that allow the dream. I have had a vision of us all entering the new land through the dream. What if everyone were to sleep and awaken, to find a new reality awaiting them? Hearts could burst wide open, no painful memories of what was or confusion as to what is real…rather the joy and ease of their lovepod embracing them. Ah…I have a dream…as Martin Luther King so eloquently expressed his. We each contribute to the dream with the fire of our hearts.

Evening, still not able to venture out. Clean sheets awaited, it felt like a huge accomplishment to actually make the bed. Bags unpacked, room straightened. Sometimes the density of this reality takes a Herculean effort to move through. I am immensely grateful that I created this opening in my life, to live the dreamtime. I am connected to Australian Aboriginal lifetimes where I knew the dreamtime intimately. Those lives have circled closer this past week, bringing memories, opening doorways.

One of my son, Gabriel's latest paintings. The blossoms seem to waft their fragrance into my world.

One of my son’s latest paintings. The blossoms seem to waft their fragrance into my world. gaberobertsart.com

We are remembering so much. Specifics hold little interest for me, rather the feelings and gifts are what I seek. To feel part of it all, the Oneness that underlies this surface life. To know myself in the flame, the scent of the flower, the cloud drifting by, in the eyes of a child, the touch of a hand, the rainbow thrown by a crystal, the smile of a stranger. We were taught separation and distance and lack. How powerful we are that we made it all believeable! Oh, the joy to have come out on the other side, to know once again the truth of how we are loved! To feel the unity and sink into its warmth. I know that the world does not reflect the fullness of this truth as yet. It moves closer as we each surrender to the dream of our hearts.

We have weeded out the dross, planted our desires, fertilized with our love. It is the time of blossoming. We have only to hold the vision of the rose, knowing and trusting that it will bud and unfurl its beautiful bloom. This earth is our home, a jewel in the Creator’s crown. We are each a facet of that shine. Turn on your heartlights so as to dazzle all creation. Know the truth of your hearts which sing a song of love. Let all else melt away. Love, beauty, truth and the dream. Always, the dream.

Windows of Opportunity Open and Close

Posted on April 10, 2015 by lovelylinda

Geese moved to the rooftop as we left the meadow.

The energies swirl and shift like the wind. I am so aware of divine timing. When the timing lines up, you are given the opportunity to go and it behooves one to move quickly! I was not feeling that I could make the drive to Sacramento to get my dear friend in place for her departure. I opened to what other possibilities were present. My friend knew of possible ride with a couple she had recently met. She sent off a message while I showered and prepared for the day. I began to gather things as if to go, without thinking I was going. Suddenly, I knew that we had a window to depart…was given five minutes. My friend responded with alacrity and we were in the car. One thing remained to be done with the mountain to complete this phase of our work. First, fuel ..stop for coffee and bagel in town. Felt into where we were required to be. An image of the meadow with the boardwalk floated in, yes! Off we went. We parked next to two geese sitting on the edge of the road. We walked quickly down the boardwalk, my friend setting the pace. I felt where she would stop and we would begin. She did stop in that spot, we shed our shoes and socks, stood in the snow and…her arms flew as she did what she was called to. For me, a deep, loud toning began instantly, surprising me with its intensity. Just as suddenly it stopped, we dried our feet, put on our shoes, went back to our car and headed off. We flew down the road, carried in the sunshine and warmth.

The layers of clouds that opened and closed with the sun on our drive.

There were to be four of us gathered, we were to be in the meditation room at a friend’s house. The friend from Scotland had not been in that room despite having spent days at the house. She knew it was not time, now it was. We sat outside, soaking in the sunshine, laughing and enjoying the information that came through us for one another. It was playful and nourishing. The room called, time to move in. We had crystal and Tibetan bowls, gathered the skulls and crystal beings who asked to join us. We sat anchoring the four directions, each knowing her place. The space opened and it all began. Bowls and voices sang songs ancient and deep, dialogues in other languages, translated by the heart, came through from other lands and time. We were our ancient selves, come again, on time for an appointment set from ages long passed. How deep the love and knowing of our souls! Each played our part, all acting in one accord, flowing harmoniously through time and space. Many joined in, a celebration and acknowledgment of a phase completed. Future gatherings shown.

I trust the universe and myself, so completely. All is known as we open our hearts to it. We are becoming more fluid as that is how we are able to flow with the energies. If we try to push against the current, we get battered. By aligning and allowing and attuning, we catch the wave that will carry us farthest with the most ease and joy. Our times of being rolled under the surf lessen and we experience the exhilaration of riding the crest with the spray dancing its joy across our bodies.

Crystal beings playing.

I do not understand most of what I do. I feel it, follow it, open to it and allow myself to be the purest chalice that I am able to in any moment. I sense the acknowledgment from my Christed aspect when I hit my mark and deliver my lines beautifully. I am grateful to be of service. I need not know the whole picture, but rather know that I have played the part I have been given to the best of my ability.

As my Scottish friend left on the plane, I left by car. Grateful to be back here in Mount Shasta to dream and rest with the mountain. The next phase begins. Body worn but a vision of playful rejuvenation has been given. Oh! It could happen like that?! Opening to this next moment with a full heart. How beautifully we are learning to play this game. It gets so much more fun as we each begin you trust our gifts and let our light shine. I love us all! Thank you for playing your part!

Eclipse Cycle Complete, Now?

Posted on April 8, 2015 by lovelylinda

Snow! Magical day here in Mount Shasta.

The past few days have been interesting. I have needed lots of rest. There has been some newness in the emptiness and quietness inside. Waking from sleep with my mind looking for a tether, a foothold to begin the day. Finding none, it has been a bit frantic. I watch thoughts arise and disappear, the usual stickiness is not there. My mind searches through the familiar scroll: kids, friends, place to live. None if it offers a perch, a resting spot. I breathe and allow myself to stretch and move in this space. Is this where expansion takes place? Is this what is meant? Slightly unnerving but I am here.

Until I am not…now one in the morning, listening to today’s magical snowfall dripping off the roof. I sense how it is nourishing the earth with its moisture. Suddenly a thought popped in about my car. The engine check light came on earlier. I took it to the garage and had it looked at. The guy said he cleared the code, it was a fourth gear torque converter error. He told me he did not work on transmissions , I would need to go elsewhere for that. We had a nice chat, I then went off to take my friend, who is visiting from Scotland, around to the shops in town. We are planning on driving to Sacramento in the morning as she flies out the next day.

I felt no unease about the car…just that she is old, a 1995 with a ton of miles from my years of traversing this country and Canada. At some point, I felt we would both be getting our new forms…she her Pegasus body, me my light body. Both so us look and feel a bit worse for wear and could do with an upgrade. I had felt it would come before me having to take action in the physical. I have become very fond of Maxie and did not want to replace her.

Blossoms frozen

Yet, my mind suddenly latched on to this error code and it came washing in with an urgent energy…is the car safe to make an eight hour round trip? It had not even occurred to me during the whole garage experience though I took it in to be checked. I had been in the day before as I had smelled gas. The guy could not find any leaks anywhere. He checked it again today…let it run for ten minutes, nothing. I went in search of the paper where he wrote down this error code, tried looking it up on Maxima forums but it is like a foreign language to me.

No idea what any of it means except perhaps I need to begin to have a couple of friends, who know about such things, start searching for a new used car for me. Now 1:20a.m. and that spin cycle has completed. I”ll call my mechanic in Sacramento in the morning for any insight and proceed as planned …or not! It all feels softer, as if I am viewing life through a filter. The highs and lows muted. A gentleness present within and without.

So the peace and quiet is there, until it is something else. I realize I do not feel up to this trip, wanting only to sink in to days I can sleepwalk through. Yet my moods shift with the energies and I know the joy will surface and point out the timing that flows. I do sense a return to more solitude and my own rhythm. This morning I went out for a joy filled walk in the winter wonderland that was today. I felt quickened and enlivened with the big wet snowflakes falling about. I came in and made us some French toast, delicious! Then my body craved sleep, I felt like the scene from The Wizard of Oz where they all fell asleep in the poppy fields. That drugged feeling where you are taken down deep. I could have slept for hours. We had planned to leave today but my body was not agreeing nor was the weather with its winter storm warnings on the pass.

Living in the mist…between worlds, shimmering.

In all, wonderment is present. Gratitude a constant. Spaciousness being explored. Body still integrating with sleep and insomnia playing their parts. Healthy foods are not the fuel at present, switched from green to brown…French fries and burger hit the spot as my body craved warm density that my usual roasted root veggies did not provide. Trusting her to know what she needs. Heart feels expanded, a rich softness flowing.

I am here, you are here. We are doing so well! Much has been accomplished, flickers of knowing flare inside. Steady on, heartlights turned to high beam. And so we go.

No Sleep As Full Moon and Good Friday Approach

Posted on April 4, 2015 by lovelylinda

The sky is beginning to grow lighter as I lie here surveying my night. I have bitten all of my fingernails, something I have not done in years and years. It was a childhood habit only overcome at the age of eighteen when I was to be an exchange student to a small town in West Australia. I realized then that I was being given an opportunity to remake my life, to transform from a quiet, shy young woman with bitten nails into one who did not hide my hands nor my heart. Forty years later, I am set for another transformation. I am glad I am no longer carrying shame for having bitten my nails, somehow I found some comfort in the action that helped me through this night. Our humanness is so tender, these dear bodies and personalities that have experienced so much.

A plate with the remains of my one a.m. snack of cheese, crackers and chocolate chips….(the chosen snack of champions!), rests on the nightstand. A book, reread for the dozenth time, tossed on the floor. Duvet twisted with the tossing and turnings as my body tried to find comfort through the long hours. Computer in use again after late night facebook scrolling. I am grateful for the moon lighting the night sky, illuminating Mount Shasta so I had the comfort of her white robed presence through the night. The geese have flown over every hour, their honks a reassurance to my ears along with the train whistles as they hurled through the night.

Tomorrow morning at this time, I will be well down from the mountain where we will drive to watch the five a.m. Lunar eclipse. I am intending transformation. Opening to the gifts flowing in for us all. Today is Good Friday, the day this Catholic girl walked the stations of the cross in humility and faith, went to the church hall for the final fish fry of Lent and finally home to say all the prayers I knew before allowing myself to sleep, the weight of the cross on my back.

i am grateful to no longer feel that weight. To walk in my own mastery. To have recalled that lifetime and drained the pain from it, knowing now the beauty of what was accomplished. Feeling the part I played and how we are reenacting the pageant with a larger cast to a much wider audience. This one holds tears of joy as we glimpse the freedom that is come for all.

Our eclipse grid

The soft pink light of dawn barely brushes the sky. My heart overflows with tears to be in this now. I feel all the struggles, the striving, the living the questions, the silent pain, the yearning for home, the heartbreak of the plans that failed over lifetimes. All present and accounted for. And yet…we are here. The excitement is visceral as we sense the tipping point has been reached. We have this! There is no turning back. Mother Earth is on the move and we are with her. I have been working deep underground for this time between eclipses. The head and body pressure has been enormous as I and others offered ourselves as safety valves to release some of the pressure. Only so much can be let off in this manner. Some of the shifting will show up on the surface where folks will be affected. My heart grieves with this yet also holds the greater vision and feels the joy of the final pieces coming into play to anchor us fully into this new era of love.

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