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Finding Respite

A  pliable transparent surface is perceived before us.  A young girl appears.  With beautiful creamy skin and straight long auburn hair pulled tightly together, she looks perceptive and curious.  She reminds me of a fairy.  The transparent surface is flexible, like elastic, and the young girl, with no trepidation and in haste, pulls an opening in the surface wider apart that she may be the first to have a view of the opening scenes.  1600’s Britain.

A woman in a white gown, she is trying to keep her gown clean and spotless but cannot.  Thick mud and dirt on the streets prevent this.  The hem of the dress drags in the dirt as she walks quickly forward.

A washerwoman.  I hear women arguing.  Several are working together sorting the linen.  The soiled clothes.  I hear water being poured, see lye and immense scrubbing.  Daily devotions in the House of the Lord.  The women argue over the workload, each offended and feeling inequitably overburdened.

An extraordinary sight is unexpectedly before us.  A group of angels take the body of one woman upward.  She has died of tuberculosis, consumption, lung disease.

Cotswalds.  The forest.  Spirits and nymphs.  Many a free hour spent in the woods.  Beech trees, oak, willow .  Streams and brooks flow gently through this forested area.  A stark contrast is shown between this quiet revery within the forest and the noise, alarm and dirt in the town.

A sense of endless toil yet never really achieving much.  Small coins travel the wooden floor and one falls between floorboards.  Finding respite from the constant exchange between grubby hands for services rendered.  The coin has found its way out of the tiresome nonsense as you would like to do.  Yet rise in the morning you must, boiling the lye and tending the huge vats of water.  The scriptures and Words of God redeem you and your commiseration.  For you know you are in the Hands of God.

The coin shines brightly in its new found home among the floorboards.  This shine reveals your chakras to me.  Your crown chakra is open horizontally wide.  A woman’s face suddenly appears before me.  Sensuous lips and meaningful eyes.  This face appears but for a split second of time.  This woman accompanies you, provides guidance and comfort from the angelic realm.  There are no words to be used here, communication is through feelings and emotions.  A guiding light for you.  At your brow chakra or third eye, a sense of feeble helplessness.  I am being told that you are complete as you are.  There is no need for despair.  You perhaps do not perceive how strong your intellect and intuition are.  “Remain steadfast, pay attention to your dreams and any sparks of inspiration within you.”   At your throat chakra, I feel tears.  A sense that communication is blocked and you feel perhaps misguided.  “Know that with every turn you take in your journey, we are with you always.  Call on us.  We hear you.”  At your heart chakra, an open, swelling, emotional front.  There is a lot of love here, waiting for the right opportunity to be released.  It’s a glorious sight, multifaceted as well as multicoloured energy.  At your solar plexus, I see issues being deliberated over.  Will you ultimately seize control and push your own intentions into place?  At your sacral chakra, I see a wide expanse shown before me.  Ultimate repository of wisdom and creativity.  At your base chakra, I see you as a balloon floating on a thread, moving with the wind.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  Archangel Raphael’s gleaming emerald light infuses the air.  Ascended Master Djwal Khul’s presence is around you intensifying the emerald green colour.  This colour helps you to balance positive thought and self-expression.  If you are working with herbs, voluntary work or welfare work, he can assist you.  Like nature, his love surrounds you.

I ask to see a timeline.  You are alone, walking among the trees.  The town is reached through the woods.  Smoke from odd fires burns your eyes.  There is no release, pent up feelings of the endless toil before you hardens your heart.  The scriptures are your key, your freedom, your release.  At the present time, I hear the word ‘conflagration.’  A merry meeting with several friends.  Tuned into wise words, the fire is spent.  In the future, an office appears, a meeting is taking place here.  The fire in your heart burns.

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An Atmosphere of Tension

A bright ray of sunshine unfolds upon green grass.  I see shrubbery and trees around me.  Quiet stillness pierces the scene creating an atmosphere of tension.  I see you hiding behind greenery and shrubs, blending in with that around you.  I hear a quiet intake of breath as your eyes dart around.  Waiting.  Silently.  Patiently.  Waiting for the moment to kill.  Your quarry is the gentle deer.  Tentatively, it steps into your field of vision.  There is an infinite space of time as each of you carefully and warily turn your heads to one another.  A space of time in which your hunting skill will be tested.  Precarious steps are made by the deer, relying on instinct to quickly flee, but in no moment too soon, the beautiful animal is struck down by your arrow.  A triumph of man’s skill over the instincts of the deer.

This is the Middle Ages.  1600’s.  Europe.  A robber baron, one of many, utilising your connections with rich landowners around you to further your own personal agenda, hunting for pleasure.

I take energy from the Great Galactic Sun.  This I place on the ground in a circle around you.  I am able to see your chakras.   Your crown chakra is wide open, an expansive blue light emanates.  It feels like deep, quiet space.  The blue light illuminates and shines.  Your third eye revolves and spins.  At times affording you visions of splendour which you routinely dismiss as your imagination working overtime.  Your throat chakra feels rough, raw.  You, as an individual are heard but only after a significant amount of persuasion on your side.  Your heart chakra spins vibrantly as colours flick off of it.  These colours are reflected in that which you see around you.  “When you focus on your heart-space, a deep seated love is found here.   This you must share with All around you.”  At your solar plexus, I feel a solid strength.  Someone who possesses a deep knowledge of why you are here.  This strength is reflected in that which you accomplish, nothing is without reason.  At your sacral chakra, I feel a churning motion.  A change, a want and need for change.  At your base chakra, I feel a sensation as if you are gently floating above the ground.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You are lying on the forest floor looking up into a cloudy blue sky.  There are angels and several guides around you.  Archangel Michael’s presence is felt, his love and protection guiding you.  The Ascended Master Lord Maitreya is here, helping you balance your own intellectual thinking through acceptance of the metaphysical, encouraging you to be aware of who you really are.  Much love and support here.

I ask to see a timeline.  Your life is marked by the seasons.  Your preoccupation with hunting and controlling the land leads eventually to deep disappointment.  You ultimately must abide by rules laid out by others, rules which you were not privy to nor empowered to intervene with and change.  Circles moving above your station in life rotate and move whether wanted or not.  Your own dominance and power is brought into question.  At the present time, I feel collusion, intrigue and negligence moving in circles near you.  Though you have personally distanced yourself from this, nevertheless, you are affected.  In the future, I see a wide acreage, blooming flower pots.  All is well.

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“What’s Goin’ On”

I watch a streak of light fall in the night sky.  The light has a fizzle effect, much like a plummeting firework.  It disappears into nothingness.

I hear the lyrics from “What’s Up?” by 4 Non Blondes:

And so I cry sometimes when I’m lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what’s in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar
And so I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs,

A girl with long hair sits upon a field and gazes into the distance.  I see worn, brown, flat shoes, and a skirt covered by an apron.  Her hair is pulled tightly together with a band, leaving the length of it to fall upon her back.  Dazing and dreaming, there is a quality of wistfulness which sits within her.  One can see trees in the distance from this field.  She takes a moment of rest to pause and reflect upon that which surrounds her.

A course of action has been set into motion, an unwavering course that’s been put before her.  Shall she walk the length or veer away from it?  Taking another route would be akin to taking a chance, this does interest her, but does not run in her blood.  She is more content to stay the course.

An idyllic country house.  You will be wed soon.  Your path has been mapped out for you.  A dowry to be packed and moved to the new farmhouse.  Your most precious possessions carefully wrapped and packed, these you will bring with you.  Mixed feelings of excitement and dread surround you.  Starting a new life with a family creates a sense of doubt with minor feelings of unworthiness and failure.  You have little idea of what awaits you, what’s expected of you, and nervousness slowly edges in.  Although you know your future husband and his family, you cannot imagine what it will be like to live with him.

I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is open, expansive and wide.  A stellar quietness is felt here.  I view pinpricks of light standing out.  At your 3rd eye, I see movement and feel a wariness as to what you perceive.  Incoming information is not completely read.  Your throat chakra is very tight, I feel gasping and feel a need to expand.  A need to recharge and reevaluate your present situation.  Moving to your heart chakra, I see a small heart weeping in the background.  I feel a part of yourself is closed off here.  A closing off so that you are not hurt, that you remain untouched by pain that confronts you.  A very loving light is felt, a love for those around you shining forth.  Your solar plexus is light, spinning.  You would like to experience all that life has to offer, an intrepid nature yet fearful of moving out of your comfort zone.  At your sacral chakra, I feel slight immobility, though a desire to move forward creatively.  There is emotional balance.  At your base chakra, I feel a slipping motion, gradual slow movement forward.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear again sitting in the field.  Your legs are no longer reclined to the side, but are bent beneath you.  Attached to the land, you delight in the birds, the flowers, and the scents that accompany the countryside.  Quiet solitude is reflected in you.  Archangel Raphael’s  beautiful healing light glows about you, he guides you at the present time with healing work.  I see the soft glow of Mother Mary, her comforting and loving presence is with you.  Her energies of intuitive wisdom are bestowed upon you.  Angels and elementals enter into the space that you have created here.

I ask to see a timeline.  An older woman with graying hair appears.  Her hair is long.  I suddenly see her as the young woman I saw earlier, long hair falling down her back.  Her keen eyes are intent on showing me the beginning of her story.  A small village, a farming village, France, 19th century.  She has promised herself to a young man.  Although she knows the young man, she doesn’t really know him.  Unaware of what lurks beneath his surface, she unknowingly walks into emotional peril.  The man’s outside behaviour in no way reflects the myriad problems he is harboring within.  She unwittingly becomes his target.  Through trauma, tension, and frustration, her eyes slowly open to his true character.  She cannot step out of her marriage.  She must continue the charade, allowing all to see only domestic bliss and normality.  Much of her energy, expended on continuing the ruse, takes an emotional toll.  Her intention is to maintain balance, but in so doing she suffers internally and creates coping mechanisms to endure.

At the present time, I see a scale being tipped violently in one direction and quite suddenly.  Though, beforehand, feelings of indecisiveness had been present, the scale, having shifted will move your course forward and onward.

In the future I stare incredulously as you explain to me that it’s a machine.  Clueless as to it’s operation, all is not what it appears.  You effortlessly move and arrange things before me.

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A Gift From the Gods

A very young woman with dark hair appears, she is wearing a long dress.  I hear the words Persia and Egypt.  The young woman’s family is originally from Persia.

Ringlets are in your hair and it’s put up, atop your head, imitating the style of the time.  You must work.  I see you rapidly talking with other family members in a small room discussing the daily goings on, the gossip.  Your sister.  A room made of walls of earth, brown, red earth.  A cooking fire is here on the ground.

I hear a flute being played.  This is an instrument you have learned from your mother, taught when you were a young girl, learning very quickly.  A gift from the gods according to your mother.  It is your saving grace in this world.  You are able to live and survive with your musical knowledge.

There is a group of you, performing at rituals, solemn occasions, but you are not interested in this, in playing music, instead you are focused on other young girls around you, comparing yourself to them.  Cursory looks, apprising their beauty and grace with yours, comparisons that never end.  This is viewed as foolishness by your mother, unproductive and not serious.  You appear unwilling to focus on your task at hand.

Blithely unaware of the importance of the music, you focus instead on mundane issues.  You are a young girl and give no weight or assign no importance to issues beyond what you currently feel and see.  You enjoy only the present moment without thinking of your future.  I watch as you follow a maze of dark passageways with others behind you.

As you leave, I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra opens up to reveal a huge expanse dotted with twinkling lights.  Your 3rd eye is open, but moves slowly and sluggishly.  I feel incoherence, confusion and slight disassociation here.  At your throat chakra, there is an abrupt tightness at times and then a quick release.  I am told, “All is well.”  You are expanding into your true light, your true self, although a prickle of fear is felt,  perhaps a fear of rejection by those around you.  Self-expression is slightly blocked.  At your heart chakra, a soft, warm glow is emitted which becomes stronger and steadier with time.  Compassion and love for others is felt here.  At your solar plexus, a light shines forth with intermittent swaying as if confidence and ambition wane.  At your sacral chakra, I feel and see a strong light signalling emotional stability.  You hover at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You quietly appear, coy and turned to the side.  The musical instrument you played earlier is settled on your lap.  You do not want the instrument or the playing thereof to be the main focus or of importance here.  Your abilities to draw others to you are qualities which you wish to emphasize now.  Winning others over.   You smile with the self realisation and confidence in knowing what you possess.  Angels come around and Mother Mary appears near you.  Her comfort and understanding presence is with you at this time.  The Ascended Master St. Germaine is also with you, he oversees the growth of consciousness bringing a return to harmony and melodious sounds, opposed to the present sound which expresses humanity’s lack of harmony and peace.  His unconditional Love surrounds you.  Archangel Raphael’s presence is felt, helping to find inner guidance, love and balance to heal ourselves and others.

I ask to see a timeline.   There is a small group of you giving a concert.  Your hair is arranged carefully, oiled, with ringlets falling about your face.  You and your group are acknowledged for beautiful music that is produced together.  Your gift, your music, lifts those around you but you do not see this as a gift, rather as a hindrance to your own emotional needs and wants.  This is not something you chose.  You dismiss lightly and push away that which helps others.  At the present time, I see a woman, wide-eyed looking to either side of her.  Unsure of where to step next, tentative about moving in any direction.  You would like to see ahead with a knowing you are moving in the right direction, “Please rest assured that you are at no moment alone, and no matter the path you have chosen, nothing is wrong.  You are given guidance every step of the way!  You are loved and cherished!  We love you.”  In the future, I see a glimpse of a strangely bright light that you are shielding with your hands from your eyes.  A light that is intense and draws one to it.  You cannot separate and take leave from it.  Others are here as well, viewing.

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Bird of Prey

A great hawk with wings aloft flies through the air.  As soon as the hawk’s eyes make contact, it flies straight towards me.  Closer and closer it comes as I watch the beak open slightly, looming ever closer to me.  I see a sudden close-up shot of small eyes, feathers and the prominent open beak.  It tries to nip at me, but I am protected in an energetic cloud.  It feels like it’s trying to destroy a tiny spy camera I have suspended in the air.

I suddenly see a man with short black hair.  We are in the Philippine Islands, 19th century.

The bird of prey I saw earlier is a metaphor for you.  You are using means of stealth, deception and cunning to take more than you are entitled to at this present time.  You work with another man, hatching your plan, deceiving your family members.  Devious and well thought out, your plan is leading you to abandon your moral compass.  Conspiring to deceive your parents for fear of lack, of having nothing later on, and feelings of entitlement are felt here, of knowing that you deserve this.  You will execute your plan of action as swiftly as the great hawk catches his prey.

A reversal of fortunes will take place, things falling seamlessly and seemingly effortlessly into your lap.  You are well prepared for this.  A coup in which you will enrich yourself by impoverishing those close around you, specifically your parents.

A business that is being run as a family enterprise.  You seek to be in sole control, want to exert your power over others.  The insistence that the business fall into your hands is a power struggle between you and your father, a patriarch, in control of his own domain.  He will not relinquish control and only regrettably hands the family business over to you.  Your plans are grandiose, immense, and inevitable changes are there for all.  Those who cannot move forward, incapable of incorporating change into their lives, struggle with your victory.  You shine light on a new path to follow and the business will flourish in your hands, but only after much wringing of hearts.

In order to satisfy your own ego, your own desires, their wealth, their livelihood is moved into your hands.  An intense desire for control, a need or want for that which others have.  Coveting.  You are amazed with your own power, your ability to change the fortunes of those around you.  A deep need to control and a thirst for yet more power.  You are determined to move forward, capturing yet more power within your hands.

I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra erupts into a vision of open, clear space, radiant lights glowing at points.  Your 3rd eye chakra is open, but stops at frequent intervals to gather information, focus, and clarity.  At your throat chakra, I feel a vibrating feeling, as if words echo and bounce off blank walls, a distinct feeling of not being taken for your word, not taken seriously, not being listened to.  Your heart chakra is open, spinning, a definite love for those that are around you and a love of self is felt here.  At your solar plexus, I see a bright light expanding out.  At your sacral chakra, I see light emitted, spinning, stability.  At your base chakra I feel a grounded feeling.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  I see your eyes shining brightly with a proud look on your face.  Choosing the correct time for the takeover creates immeasurable pride in you.  Ascended Master St. Germaine is with you at the present time, helping you to attain a simplified attitude to the real qualities of life, including the mystical.  He also offers assistance to those who are enmeshed  in rigid traditional concepts.  Archangel Raphael surrounds you with his beautiful green healing light and love.  Angels surround either side of you.

I ask to see a timeline:  Flanked by others who assist you in the business, the trade, you have clear insight as to what is before you and how the business will develop.  The task of leadership, now upon your shoulders, will bring many changes within the family dynamics.  At the present time I see you grasping at straws.  Literally, trying to find a stable place where you can plant yourself and finally develop ideas that occupy your thoughts.  A note aside, be wary of planting or entrenching yourself too deeply, be aware of the possible need to quickly move.  In the future, I see brilliant lights in the background as if outlining a landing strip.  Many, you among them, await the arrival of guests.

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The Foiled Escape

I’m in a forest glade and see sunlight break through green foliage.  I hear the sound of flowing water from a small brook nearby.  Soft green moss grows on the forest floor.

A woman is hurrying through this forest, periodically looking behind her as she moves on.  Afraid a pursuer will catch up with her, she shakes with fear, sweat on her face, and rushes quickly on.  In her haste, she stumbles and trips over broken twigs and unseen rocks.  Her fate rests in her hands.

I catch myself almost hyperventilating, my nerves suddenly going into a panic.  I step back and breathe deeply, reminding myself that I’m merely an observer here.  After collecting myself, I observe you again.  I don’t know where I am.  It feels like Europe.  A forest in Europe, plentiful oak and beech.  It’s springtime, the sun is able to penetrate into the forest and pick out tiny green leaves.  I look at you.  You are wearing a long green gown, the hem of which reaches the forest floor, catching the dirt and dampness.  Your long hair has fallen down your back.  There is worry and fear in your eyes.  I see your pursuer.  A man with black hair and a thin mustache covering a mouth set in anger.  The hint of a sneer in his face.  He knows it’s just a matter of time before he catches you.

You are running now and out of breath.  You almost fall, but catch yourself on a tree.  Panting and scared, you grasp the trunk of the tree and try to hide behind it.  Your breath comes out loud and fast, you cannot calm down.

You are petrified with fear, nervous and scared as to what will happen next.  I see the man catch up to you.  You try to scream, but he quickly puts his hand upon your mouth, physically dragging you out of the forest.  We are in England, 18th century, the man is your husband.

I visualise the beautiful green healing light of Archangel Raphael and imagine this scene is covered in an emerald green mist.  I read your chakras.  Your crown chakra is open, wide, expansive, and bright.  Twinkling lights are seen here.  Your 3rd eye revolves, spins.  Carefully and decidedly you choose what you would like to see and would not like to see.  I feel careful deliberation here.  At your throat chakra, I feel a gasping sort of feeling, an inability to express what you would most like to.  Your heart chakra is open, flashing lights, a beautiful love is felt here, compassion, love of others, and trust.  At your solar plexus, I see a spin but with occasional dimming.  Anxiousness, wanting to please others, not believing in yourself but wanting to appease those around you.  At your sacral chakra I see a spin and light.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear wearing the long green gown, it looks like velvet.  You smile and turn to the side.  Archangel Raphael is here, allowing peace and harmony to settle about you.  I see and feel the blue light of Mother Mary, her comfort and understanding blesses you and her energies of intuitive wisdom help you now to give you courage in order to establish yourself in society.  Angels are around you.

I ask to see a timeline.  I see you in the long green dress again.  You peer furtively around you and run.  In love with another man and having committed adultery, you run.  An argument has broken out between you and your husband.  For so many years, fear has kept you in submission, when suddenly a spark flies in you and a sudden determination to leave, to run away, overcomes you.  You seek no reconciliation with your husband, but want the marriage annulled.  Your husband does not consent.  He will not and refuses to be without his trophy piece.  At the present time, I see you preparing yourself, getting ready either physically or mentally to challenge something.  I see these preparations.  In the future, I see you smiling with a friend, you are wearing an unusual white trim helmet.

The Apprentice

I am told this is ancient Siam, but am inundated with feelings of Burma.  I see an apprentice to a sculptor watching many dancers move their heads from side to side, their arms, hands and fingers making slow deliberate movements.  This apprentice is watching the movements and carefully studying them.  What stays and remains in his memory will be carved into stone.  A remarkable gift, almost like photography, able to envision one clear precise dance movement and etch it into stone.

The young apprentice rarely leaves the studio where his master works.  Only now is he being entrusted to watch, remember, and visually recreate at a later time.  He is learning his craft.

The dancers entice with their eyes, their curling hands, it’s difficult to stay focused, his eyes follow the girls’ movements.  Only with great determination does he not become entranced, allowing his thoughts to wander from his craft.

A fine dust filled studio.  There are many young men carving figures here.  A colossal number of carved figures will be needed, the men work creating one beautiful piece after another.  A devotion to their trade.  A fine eye for detail, the ability to distill a moment in time and recreate this in polished stone is extraordinary.  Your master uses your talents, your visual acuity to stylize the carvings.  They will be placed on a stone temple, a gift to the gods.

Pounding chisels, a constant rhythm, forming, hammering and shaping sandstone.  Arguments break out regarding a stone quarry.

Chanting monks.  Robed.  They are bald headed.  Solemn, moving forward through the temple, chanting.  A long procession.  A temple being reconstructed, damaged through warfare.

There are two simultaneous paths advancing through this temple, one of prayer and asceticism and the other waging warfare, yet the two are inextricably linked.  Intense ritual moves throughout the temple.  Two opposing streams, one seeking peace and enlightenment, the other destruction and power.  Both lines of energy move through this temple, one causing it’s physical destruction and another it’s magical rebirth.  Both are here at this point in time.

Both sides beseech the craftsmen, both demand quick reconstruction.  One wants to grasp the power held within the temple and use it for promoting bloodshed, the other seeks to promote issues of faith and adherence thereof.  You, the craftsman sit at the crutch of these two seemingly opposing sides with mounting pressure to finish a job given to you.

I see a square of fabric wrapped around your legs.  You are barefoot.  Though chosen in your craft to create important depictions, you remain grounded and not full of ego.  A quantity of energy I move between my hands.  There is a bouncy quality to the energy.  Brilliant light escapes as I hand this to you.  I view your chakras.  Your crown chakra is open, a vivid vast field of light, sparkles shine intermittently.  Your 3d eye is spinning, moving.  I feel much work has been put in and now you are reaping the effects of that work.  Your throat chakra spins, giving off a visible light.  A slight closure is felt, a type of protective mechanism, protecting yourself from others.  At your heart chakra, I feel a wide opening, a love, energy pouring and streaming out.  A need is felt that you ought to staunch this open flow of energy.  Your solar plexus is also shining brightly, a knowing of having this life, claiming your personal power and utilising this for good.  At your sacral chakra, I feel a relationship brewing.  You are grounded at your base chakra.

I ask for your guides to please assemble themselves for me.  You appear with the fabric around your waist, the tools of your trade in your hands.  A stone panel carved in bas relief is behind you.  A smile on your face knowing you have contributed much to a temple in construction.  Angels encircle you.  The presence of AA Michael surrounds you, radiating love and strength.  Ascended Master Jesus Sananda is with you at this point in time, strengthening your inner devotion and in so doing, awakening those around you.

I ask to see a timeline.  You are hewing the stone, carving meticulous and defined facial features.  One beautiful piece after another.  A chisel within your hands, a gift to reproduce as art, adding beauty and your own creativity to one piece after another.  An earnest desire to do the best you possibly can.  At the present time, I see issues about control and being confronted with things that were previously not considered.  Maintaining a relationship and having emotional stability.  In the future, I see a white band tied around your forehead.  Your face is solemn and bowed.

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