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Mountains, Sigils and Blessings

View of Neahkahnie Mountain and parts of Nehalem Bay from the hamlet of Wheeler, OR

View of Neahkahnie Mountain and parts of Nehalem Bay from the hamlet of Wheeler, OR

“When we see high mountain peaks from a great distance, we instinctively sense that mountains represent a link between earth and heaven, both physically, of course, and even more so spiritually. A great wisdom presided at the formation of the mountains, and where they are situated is never due to chance. Each one is assigned a definite function, which is why they all differ in shape, mass and height. Their peaks rise up like antennae intended for emitting and picking up waves of different frequencies. Each peak therefore creates particular conditions, which can support the activity of our soul and our spirit. And we all have inner mountains we need to climb if we are to communicate with heaven. This is why, for our spiritual life, it is so important that we understand the significance of the word ‘peak’ or ‘summit’.
If you want to get results on a spiritual level you have to climb up to the top of the mountain. The mountain I am referring to is your own mountain, your own casual body. You have to scale the heights of your casual body in order to rise above the mist and dust. ‘Mist’, ‘dust’ and ‘mountain’ are of course all symbols. Dust is that which clouds the mind when it has lingered on too many different paths, and mist is produced by the humidity of the heart when it is exaggeratedly emotional and sentimental and it too prevents you from seeing clearly. In order to escape from the dust of the mind and the mists of the heart, we have to rise above the astral and mental planes and reach the casual plane. This is why, in your meditations and prayers, you should always try to rise, to rise very high, as high as possible. In fact, why not use your imagination and picture yourself scaling a mountain? The picture in your mind will lead you to another mountain, the one inside you, and when you reach the top, the casual plane, you will find so many more ways open to you for the realization of your spiritual thoughts and desires. In the Kabbala, God is called the Most High because symbolically, power and omniscience are to be found on the higher planes.”

– Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov

 

Alright folks, I’m back from holiday.
I did not expect this to happen but I returned to the Pacific Northwest and specifically the Oregon Coast and Mount Shasta, California. But it turns out the mountains there were calling me and dropping sizeable hints and cosmic breadcrumbs even in Montreal and so, like Mohammed, if the mountain can’t come to you, you go to it.
Last year I briefly visited Neahkahnie Mountain and did Crater Lake and Orcas Island. This year I hiked and climbed Neahkahnie to the top. Ditto Humbug Mountain and ditto Mount Shasta. However, before I go into describing these places, their symbolic significance and what came to me afterwards, I need to back up quite a bit.

For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while, you already know that music, namely 1980s British alternative, underground, “college radio” music and music scene from the 1980s played a pretty huge part of my teen years and it’s still a musical genre I consider my favourite. Besides the clubs, the fashion, the music, it really kind of moulded my outlook on a lot of things, appreciating and preferring the little-known, the marginal and the obscure over the mainstream.

The Smiths back in 1985. This reunion will never happen.

The Smiths back in 1985. This reunion will never happen.

Some, like the guys from Depeche Mode, Morrissey of The Smiths, Robert Smith of the The Cure and Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails (NiN) fame have aged and transitioned well from that era and are still regarded as highly influential and highly regarded musicians. I mean Trent Reznor won an Oscar for scoring the film “The Social Network” a few years ago. I still remember seeing him in NiN in 1989 as the opening act for Peter Murphy when no one knew who NiN were! Unfortunately, many others haven’t. I always kind of keep a tab on some of these artists since I still have such warm, fuzzy feelings for them.

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One of my favourite bands, bar-none, from that era are the Godfathers of Goth, Bauhaus and by extension, Love & Rockets. Bass player, David J. Haskins recently wrote a book called “Who Killed Mister Moonlight? Bauhaus, Black Magick and Benediction”. If you’re a music industry junkie, you’ll love this book, everyone makes an appearance from David Bowie, Catherine Deneuve, William S. Burroughs, Iggy Pop, Ian Curtis and Joy Division, Rick Ruben, Chris Martin of Coldplay, Perry Farrell of Jane’s Addiction and Lolapalooza and tons more. It’s not the name-dropping which particularly impressed me. David J. is a fantastic writer but in the tradition of many British musical artists, he also seems to have an interest in the supernatural and the occult, not unlike Jimmy Page or Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin fame. There are some incidents in the book which I don’t recommend reading at night if you get scared easily but it was Chapter Six, entitled, “Sigils” which particularly caught my attention.

“…Among those in the pile was a copy of V.Vales’s Research #4/5, which featured interesting articles and interviews with (William S.) Burroughs, Brion Gysin, and Genesis P. Orridge…In one of these articles, Genesis talks about sigils – an occult technique whereby one writes down a desire in very simple direct language. Any letters that are repeated are used to form a symbol that represents that desire. The sigil is then “charged” by concentrating on it and visualizing it as glowing brighter and brighter while focusing one’s will on the intention and sending it out into the universe. The original is then burnt, and it is then necessary to forget all about it. I decided to give it a shot.”

There are many websites and Youtube videos on how to create sigils and such, should anyone be interested, but it got me thinking that a lot of the prison-like reality many people live in, is controlled by symbols and corporate sigils of someone else’s making.

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Logo for Procter and Gamble. This is a corporate sigil, whether you realize it or not.

Think about logos or brands for instance. Are they not forms of sigils many of us don’t want nor care for? I figure if they can do it, why can’t we also play the same game and beat them to it by creating sigils of our own which benefit everyone? (I should note here; if you are going to work with sigils, a reminder that anything you ask for, for yourself only unfortunately falls under black magick since it comes under ego, white magick is based on altruism, when you ask for something with benefits everyone, no exceptions. Intention counts for everything here.)  As soon as I finished reading the book, that’s when the signs really started coming in that I needed to go to Oregon and California and specifically those three aforementioned mountains. So I went.

Neahkahnie Mountain
Nehalem Bay and the surrounding area is probably one of the most picturesque and pleasant areas along the mystical Oregon coast and rife with stories and legends. Nehalem Bay comprises the small villages of Manzanita, Nehalem and Wheeler and Neahkahnie Mountain dominates the skyline of this area.

 

View from top of Neahkahnie Mountain. The seaside village of Manzanita along the shore, Nehalem Bay in the back and Wheeler on the opposite shore of the Bay.

View from top of Neahkahnie Mountain. The seaside village of Manzanita along the shore, Nehalem Bay in the back and Wheeler on the opposite shore of the Bay.

With the pounding ocean, beaches and the mountain on one side, you have the river which feeds into a protected bay, a gorgeous valley and even more mountains surrounding on the other side. Wheeler is the home of the “Wheeler Moment” , a strange phenomena where synchronicities take place regularly in the area. Neahkahnie Mountain itself is considered an auspicious place by Native American tribes, a place where “the Good Spirit abides”. The last time I came, I offered tobacco to the mountain. This time I was asked to climb it. Suffice to say, that it is NOT an easy hike, unless hiking is already a huge part of your life, it’s a good 4 km hike from the base along the Oregon Coastal Trail to the top. I eventually got there, offered tobacco and worked with the sigils and then hiked back down.

The Old Wheeler Hotel

The Old Wheeler Hotel

The next day, I woke up after having the most pleasant dreams I’ve had in quite a while, the kind that finding you smiling when you wake up. I stayed in a magical, somewhat haunted B & B called the Old Wheeler Hotel and had a view of the mountain from my room. There is no doubt in my mind that whole area between Route 53 and Highway 101, and Nehalem Bay itself has a giant energy vortex there, a very pure and positive one which hardly anyone seems to know about. It’s not a coincidence that there’s even a place nearby called God’s Valley. (Go now before the New Age freaks take over!)

A day later I found myself in Cape Lookout State Park. When I asked one of the park rangers if the whales were migrating at the time, (Cape Lookout is a very good place for whale watching), he mentioned there were some the week before but no one had seen anything recently. I found myself in a remote part of the beach and asked for a sign of validation if what I did was right. The second I asked, the whales appeared, water spouts and fins and all, four of them.

Next stop: Humbug Mountain and Mount Shasta

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Enjoy the Silence

Crater Lake

“Silence is inhabited by countless beings, in forests, lakes, seas, mountains, and underground too – Cosmic Intelligence has placed inhabitants everywhere. Even fire is inhabited, so too is the ether, the sun, the stars – the entire universe is inhabited. So wherever you go, in the mountains, in the forests, by rivers, lakes or oceans, if you want to be like an awakened being, aspiring to a life that is subtler and filled with more light, do not disturb the silence of these places. Show that you are aware of the presence of etheric creatures living there. When you approach them, begin by greeting them; show them your respect, your love, and ask them to give you their blessings. These creatures will catch sight of you from afar and, filled with wonder at your attitude, will come running to shower you with their presents of joy, light, love and pure energy. And you will return home with a much greater idea of what true Life is.”

– Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov

Very few things can prepare you for your first sight of Crater Lake.
It’s not just the unearthly blue of the water, it is also the sheer size of the place. It looks a lot smaller in photos than in real life. The lake itself is about six miles wide and the drive around the rim is about 53 km. Many people hike the rim trail and for most of the year, the lake is inaccessible since it receives almost 12 feet of snow per year and even when I visited in the second week of August, there were still patches of snow at the waterline. If you want to have your breath taken away, forget the Grand Canyon and the tourist circus that place has become and go to Crater Lake instead.
Crater Lake is a lake that was created when Mount Mazama blew its top 7700 years ago. The dome collapsed, forming a caldera and the snow run-off over the years is really where the water comes from. The deepest lake in the US and the seventh deepest lake in the world, the water is ice-cold and very, very pure. Wizard Island, on the western end of the lake was formed from a volcanic cinder cone and geologist say that one day, it will blow again as well.
Some Native American tribes still do vision quests as a rite of passage for young men in that tribe.

Some Native American tribes still do vision quests as a rite of passage for young men in that tribe.

Depending on which tribe you listen to, this place is either cursed or holy.
Local Klamath Indians still come here to do vision quests, which usually involves fasting for a few days under the guidance of an Elder, holding ceremony and then diving into the frigid water to receive the vision. On the other hand, some Klamath Elders and Modoc Elders consider the placed accursed and that to gaze on the waters is to invite death and avoid the place completely. In the past, Natives would deliberately lie to many of the early white explorers and settlers to throw them off from finding the lake and Wizard Island since they consider the place haunted and evil. They believe this because their stories still record when Mount Mazama erupted and apparently the force of the eruption was 42 times stronger than when nearby Mount St. Helen’s blew in 1980, so you can just imagine the devastation. Imagine something along the lines of Mount Vesuvius and what happened to the inhabitants of Pompeii and Herculaneum. I’m sure that kind of destruction leaves an etheric footprint.

Mount St. Helen’s erupting in 1980

Many, many, many stories about the place have developed over the years. UFO sightings are rife and apparently in February 1997, a fighter jet was seen pursuing UFOs over the lake and that evening, a sonic boom was heard throughout Western Oregon. Sasquatch/Bigfoot sightings happen regularly as well and several park rangers claim to have followed a large, dark, foul-smelling creature through the woods until it started throwing pinecones at them somewhere along the Southern Rim Road. Many people have gone missing  over the years and rangers regularly see fires on Wizard Island in the middle of the night to only go investigate and find out no one is there and there was no evidence of any campfire. (Public boating isn’t allowed there, the only way to get to Wizard island is to take the official boat tour which involves a gruelling 1 mile hike down the rim from Cleetwood Cove.)
Even the waters are supposedly haunted. Some people claim to have seen a dragon, serpent-like creature in the water a “block long”.  Until recently, that could be dismissed  as legend and a tall tale. However, in recent years scientists discovered that new life forms have been found in the coldest parts of the ocean, thanks to deep sea vents, volcanic fissures in the ocean which create  just enough pockets of warmth for lifeforms to develop despite the absence of light and despite the cold temperatures of the water. In effect, most biology textbooks had to be re-written when they found that out since it was assumed you needed light for life to exist. And guess what? Crater Lake has deep lake hydrothermal vents since the area is still seismically active and volcanically dormant, not dead.
Picture of a hydrothermal worm which lives on the sea floor.

Picture of an actual hydrothermal worm which lives on the seafloor.

I drove in coming in from the North Entrance, since it far less busier, through the ancient lava field, now an open field with the odd, lonely pine tree standing here and there. It was a hot, humid day and the place was crawling with thousands of tourists.
Skell Head lookout point

Skell Head lookout point

Stopping at various look-out points, scoping it out and getting a feel for the place, the very first thing I noticed while standing on the rim was the immense, almost muffling silence of the place. You can feel the wind against you but you won’t hear it. People can be talking loudly barely 10 feet away from you stand but it somehow sounds muffled. This wasn’t the rich, almost buzzing-like golden silence I experienced in places like Cappadocia, Turkey or Moray, Peru or the soft silence of untouched forests. This was the kind of silence you feel like when you’re being watched. Oppressive and strong.
Crater Lake Lodge and one of the wind-bent trees there

Crater Lake Lodge and one of the wind-bent trees there

I had a vague idea of taking the boat ride tour the next day, out to Wizard Island to offer tobacco.  Online reservations were full, so I headed over to the Crater Lake Lodge, a posh but rustic overpriced hotel to buy my ticket for the next day at an automated teller machine. It turned out there was one, last available ticket. I was about to buy it but then before I could press the “Buy” button, something, a sudden feeling, told me to back off. I didn’t buy the ticket but that night while researching about the lake online and trying to figure out a secluded spot I could go to, I found out about all the bad mojo the lake and area have.  I didn’t feel bad anymore about missing the boat tour.
Glad I missed that boat....

Glad I missed that boat….

The next day I returned. I left the main hiking trail and given that I was in running shoes and not proper hiking boots, I veered away from the edge of the rim trail. There are no guard rails and if you go down, you’re going all the way down since it is insanely steep. I found a meadow, not far from the highest point along the rim,  and went to the center of a grove of Whitebark Pines, pine trees which have grown up deformed because of the strong westerly winter winds here.
A Typical twisted but ancient Whitebark Pine found around Crater Lake.

A typically twisted but ancient Whitebark Pine found around Crater Lake.

I noticed a giant blue jay sitting in the tree but not squawking as they usually do, blue jays are normally very noisy birds. Again, a silence you could cut up into pieces. I lay the tobacco down and did my thing. I’ll only say this; there are some exceptionally powerful beings and entities here. Very powerful.  For anyone who wants to come here to do serious spiritual work, you need to come with an attitude of reverence, respect and humility.  I didn’t see anything but I certainly felt the presence of *something*. When I looked up, there were now 3 giant crested blue jays in that same tree staring down at me. No singing, no chirping just complete silence as they flew off one by one.
What I learned is that even when it comes to good places or bad places, if you respect a place, it will respect you right back. Intention is everything.  Even when we think we’re all alone, in the middle of nowhere, we never really are. Something is always watching over us

 

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The Language of Nature

“The Danish writer, J. Anker Larsen, in his novel “The Philosopher’s Stone”, speaks of the contacts that humans can have with nature.  He speaks of the “open world” and the “closed world”, explaining how nature opens up to sensitive, innocent people, particularly to children, whereas it stays closed to the majority, who have not learned to receive the vibratory energies of the subtle world: trees, lakes, rivers and mountains are nothing more than lifeless landscapes, and they have no communication with them.  Those, however, who live in the open world feel not only that they are part of nature but that all of nature is part of them. So when they touch a rock, a tree, an animal or any other creature, they are aware that they live in this rock, tree, animal or creature, that they are part of the soul and being of everything. In order to speak to animals, plants and stones and be understood by them, we must know where to find the entity governing the realm they belong to. The entity which rules over the animal kingdom is found on the astral plane of the universe; the one ruling the plant kingdom in found on the mental plane; the one in charge of the mineral kingdom is on the causal plane, which is so far away that stones to us appear lifeless. However stones are alive; they are alive and conscious….All the time, wherever we are, we can be in contact with all living beings. The language does not matter, because thoughts (and even more so words) produce waves of energy which influence all creation. Those who have worked for a long time at controlling their inner lives will be able to possess the power of the Word. Their purified and illumined lives release a power which permits them to take the etheric double of a tree, a flower, a rock or a spring and use it to serve the world. Yes, for example, they can speak to a rock and ask it to go to the aid of someone fragile, to make that person more stable and stronger, like the rock. They can also go to a spring and ask it to purify and bring new life to their friends… Nature spirits are waiting for you to ask for their help and protection. If you are unaware of them, what can they do? I am sure some of you are thinking as you listen to me, ” What on Earth is he telling us? We are living in a scientific and technological century and he wants us to believe  that we can be in touch with elemental spirits and that they will help us!”  Well, well, well, let me tell you that I believe it. The examples are numerous and the methods are for you to choose.”

– Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov
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My favorite kind of vacation is the kind where I can throw my tent, sleeping bag and foam pad into a giant backpack, fly to a particular destination, pick up a car rental at the airport, throw everything into the car trunk and then hit the road ASAP. I figure when you’re you’re young and able-bodied, that’s the time to do the trips which can be physically demanding, like hiking the Grand Canyon, investigating remote valleys in Cappadocia, or hacking my way through overgrown bush to get to a remote historical site. Art galleries in Florence or palaces in St. Petersburg are not going anywhere, I figure I can see those when I’m old.
Aivanhov’s quote above is in line with the teachings I received when I spent time with First Nations wisdom keepers and Elders. That there is life behind all of creation even if we don’t always see it or understand it. In fact, when you do a sweat lodge and the heated rocks are brought in, they are referred to as Grandfathers and Grandmothers and a certain respect is also given to them.
So it was after receiving the sign from my stay at the Aivanhov retreat that I found myself on a flight to Seattle in order to investigate a few places in the Pacific Northwest. Camping along the way in state parks, driving back roads over remote mountains, ducking into motels when it became too cold, eating at diners or splurging on seafood feasts thanks to Oregon’s 350 mile wild seacoast, for years the area had been beckoning me and I finally made it there.
A few things sparked my interest about that part of the United States. After having visited New Age circuses like Sedona, Mount Shasta and California in general, I’m always on the lookout for those forgotten and overlooked magical spaces which have escaped the blight of commercialism and mainstream attention. I figured since I was going to be in Oregon, it would also give me a chance to visit Crater Lake and Orcas Island which I will write about in the next few days and weeks.
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Still a big deal in the Pacific Northwest

Aside from Sasquatch/Bigfoot sightings which people still report, it was reading about the “Wheeler Moment” which happens regularly in the Nehalem Bay, an almost regular occurrence of synchronicity the people in the area seem to experience almost daily and how locals always tell people who visit here “to make a wish” particularly in sight of Neahkahnie Mountain. It is a mountain which Native tribes consider to be holy and  “the place of the Supreme deity” in their language. After doing some research, it seems there is a portal or vortex there, an extremely powerful and pure one which some local spiritualists work with as well. Another strange coincidence:  Robert M. Pirsig, the writer of the classic “Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance” has a teacher who also lives near the base of Neahkahnie Mountain. Practically everyone who visits the area or the closest village, Manzanita, seems to come away with some insight.
Nothing will prepare you for the temperate rainforests of the Pacific Northwest. It literally is like stepping into some primeval world straight out of a J.R.R Tolkien book. Shades of green that you can’t imagine, crystal-like waterfalls everywhere, canopied forests and lush ferns and wild mushrooms abound. Then there is the moss, which starts to cover tree trunks, drapes from the trees, covers rocks, bridges and the forest floor.
The sense of vitality and of the abundance of the life force  is almost overwhelming. The moss was so soft that I could hike barefoot on some trails. The only sad part was seeing how much of Oregon’s wilderness has been sacrificed to logging companies. One minute you’re driving through a fairy tale scene, the next you’re in some desolate post-Apocalyptic landscape.
Multnomah Falls, on the Columbia River Gorge scenic Highway, not far at all from Portland

I tried swimming in the water pool, the water is freezing cold.

Neahkahnie Mountain
Manzanita Beach with Neahkahnie Mountain in the background

Manzanita Beach with Neahkahnie Mountain in the background

Aside from the Wheeler Moment, Neahkahnie seems to be shrouded in mystery and stories of pirate treasure still keeps people coming. A rock formation called the Indian Maiden guards the base of the mountain and whales are usually spotted from the lookout point.
Indian Maiden Rock

Indian Maiden Rock

Neahkahnie Mountain dominates the skyline of Nehalem Bay, which includes the villages of Manzanita, Wheeler and Nehalem. It’s a small community comprised mostly of fisherman and given the abundance of seafood which is harvested from the bay, it’s easy to see why. I made my way to Neahkahnie Mountain, offered tobacco like I always do when I visit a holy place, and spent an amazing afternoon meditating on Manzanita Beach. I’m not going to share what I meditated on and what came to me only to say that I got my insights a bit later on after the trip and the experiences at Crater Lake and Orcas Island are also taken into consideration. The next day I stopped off in Wheeler to investigate a bit more while on my way to Cape Lookout State Park. As always, I asked for a sign that I had been heard.
Cape Lookout State Park:
Driving along Highway 1, along the coast is a “must”. Everyone goes on about California but honestly I found Oregon even better.  Samuel H. Boardman Scenic Corridor has my vote over Big Sur any day. With parts of the coast resembling Maine’s rocky shoreline, other seaside villages which would rival Italy’s Amalfi coast with homes dramatically sticking to cliffs (i.e Oceanside), the purest soft-sand beaches with haystack rock formations and arches which go on for miles, you can walk all by yourself for miles at a time and not encounter anyone else.
The little village of Oceanside.

The little village of Oceanside.

Number 1: No pretentious attitudes. Number 2: Oregon lawmakers and environmentalist had the foresight to keep their beaches public for the use of all in perpetuity and prohibited any kind of development. Meaning, you have the most stunning, remote beaches and they are open to exploration by anyone with nary an ugly condo development on the beach itself anywhere. Number 3) Dogs are allowed on the beaches and everyone picks up after them. Some towns have unfortunately become tourist traps like Seaside and Cannon Beach, but there are still amazing hidden gems there like Manzanita, Oceanside and Yachats.
Add to that, the mystical fog which seems to shroud everything in the early morning hours, coming in off the sea and hitting the coastal mountains and cliffs, families out on the beach investigating what the night tide brought into the tide pools like jelly fish, crabs and razor clams and just the sense of space the whole place gives you.
Trail heading out to the beach at Cape Lookout State Park

Trail heading out to the beach at Cape Lookout State Park

I came here to camp and after setting my tent up decided to walk along the long beach. I was blessed to hit it on an exceptionally bright sunny, cloudless but windy day. The water was an aquamarine blue and the sound of the thunderous waves would rejuvenate even most tired of souls. I eventually found a lonely spot, away from the families and dogs I could just sink into, lean against a piece of driftwood, read a book, take in the salty air and just take it easy. I was less than 50 meters away from the water when about 100 meters away from me, I suddenly saw a giant dark, black-grey dorsal fin pop out of the water.
I of course thought it was a shark but then a spout of water shot up through the air. Then a second, a third, fourth, fifth and sixth. It was a pod of whales sunning and feeding themselves. I spent the rest of that afternoon hanging out with them, silently communicating with them for hours until sunset, when one by one, I did not see any more water spouting every few seconds and they swam off.
In Native lore, when you have an unexpected animal encounter, it means you are being gifted with a certain medicine, that a certain animal totem-animal spirit is bringing you a message from the Spirit world. In my case I understood that whatever I had petitioned for back on Neahkahnie Mountain had been heard and second, I had been gifted with Whale Medicine.
The lesson here is: don’t ever pay any attention to what New Agers, channellers, UFO enthusiasts and the like tell you about what place is “powerful” and what isn’t. Always pay close attention to the old stories and myths of the original, indigenous people of any given area since they know that landmass better than anyone else because of their history in the area. I mean: First Nations tribes in the Americas, Aboriginals in Australia, Dravidian/Tamil Indians in India, the Ainu in Japan, Celts in Ireland and the old Druidic orders in Great Britain etc. There are still many magical places left on Earth, but you have to look for them and no stupid New Age huckster will ever tell you where they are. Never  forget that the natural world has all the answers we need. We just need to train ourselves to ask the right questions and understand that language better.
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