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I danced with death and I dined on souls
Drank the blood of many a good man.
I laughed with the Lords, made merry with the Ladies
As my years on the planet grew many.
As time and tide slipped quietly by, I saw governments rise and fall.
I saw the comings and goings of many a good King, but I kept me quiet and I kept me hidden and played by the rules? Not I…
I had fun with the fairest, drank deep from the wicked,
I slept under the trees and stars.
My home is where my feet touch the ground, my abode is wherever I am.
I cannot be reasoned; I cannot be fathomed;
Only a few shall know my name; only a few shall dance my dance, ever have the chance to know.
I am the first and I am the last; the rise and the fall, the magician and fool in one.
Let me know you and I’ll let you know me,
But find me first if you can.
And when you’ve found me; pray look again
For I am not who you think I am; I am not where i’m meant to be.
Many have sought me, though few have found me
But of course, I have always known you.
I know your deeds and I know your sins.
I was there at your birth and your death.
I have walked this earth right by your side.
I have heard your cries in battles of old.
I have tasted your blood on my lips.
I have cast my thread around the world to catch me a goodly feast;
The souls of man, the blood of man; always my sacred way.
You know not I; I know you well, for I walk in your dreams every night.
To those who can ‘see’, I will show the way.
But for those who cannot-who cares?
I dwell between the earth and the sky
On the firmament of earthly dreams.
You are never alone; I am always here.
I have been here from the very start.
I am here in this moment in your earth- bound life
And I shall be here until you die.
But I won’t give a dam for I am well beyond that.
I won’t weep on the day that you die.
For I know the truth and I know the lies and I know what is meant to be.
I can ride the tides across all times, for I know where I’m meant to be.
I can see you but can you see me?
Whisper my name and I’ll know,
But I won’t run to you; I will watch and I’ll wait for that moment of perfect time,
When you come to me with a pureness of heart and a mind that’s willing to fly.
Then I will open the doors that are bound so tight, then I will give you the sacred key.
So go sleep the sleep of the innocent lamb but be aware of the wolves nearby.
If you find me and I find you too, we can ride on the waves of time.
I will show you the way and show you the glory,
I will show you the truth of your birth.
But open your heart and open your mind; prove to be good and true.
The ways of the blood are the only way, the only way to be.
Do you catch my drift, do you catch my thread, dare you be who you’re meant to be?
But my children be swift in your very deed, for your time is running out; your fate has already sealed.
So on Destiny’s Hill I will await, I will whisper your name on the winds.
When the rivers flow red and the lamps go out; when the chariots are all aligned;
You will thus know me as I am meant to be, the Walvbane; shepherd and slayer in one;
But by then my friends it will be too late, for the trumpets will have already been heard.
You sealed your fate to your neon gods as you walked away from me,
But fear not the night my goodly souls, you won’t feel a fucking dam thing.
For I dance with death as the tide rides high as your souls I so gladly take.
Your fate I sealed at your time of birth; all swept away on the tides of blood, your chances came and went.
I am the One; I am the All
The first and the last, don’t you see?
I will kiss your lips with the bloodied rose, let you revel in my embrace.
We will dance till dawn, we can dance as one, we can tango the night away.
Then sweet sounds I will sing, as I lullaby you home and you dance to the tune of your death.
I shall soothe you home through day and night, to the end of your human fate.
It’s all been a laugh, it’s all been a scam, it’s all been a deadly game.
Most of you will never know and those that do aren’t telling.
If you fuck with me, I’ll fuck with you, as I raise my glass and empty the vessel, to a wondrous future foretold.
I am the Lord, I am the Light
Come dance, come follow me.

moonwillow/adueni 2016

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

“Solve my riddle if you dare…..”

       

Imbolc is acknowledged and celebrated as a pagan festival and is associated with the heralding in of springtime in todays modern world. It is a time when the goddess is said to leave her footprints upon the cold, snowy land and each clump of sprouting snowdrops is said to trace the footprints of where she has walked upon this earth. There are many myths and legends that connect to Imbolc and each path has their own associations. Within my own path, I do not work with the wheel of the year or the Sabbats as such, for that is of the earthly plane teachings only. The path I follow pre-dates modern paganism and indeed the modern world, although it is very much of the modern world; my knowledge allows me also to view the celebration of the Sabbats from a universal perspective where a deeper meaning can be discovered. So here I have tried to share some alternative viewpoints on the season, also sharing some of my own experiences of paths I have followed. As always the paths and journeys trod aforetime by any of us will always lead us to where we are now in our current time line. It is said that we all endeavour to tread the path towards the Light, but will the Light actually choose to reveal to us that which we truly seek?

 Imbolc is celebrated on the 1st of February and within the Gnostic Cycle of 21 festivals, is known as a celebration and understanding of the Goddess being celebrated on the eve and into the 1st February. At this time it is recognised that the Lilly Leaf will assist us upon our journey as the light begins to awaken. Praise is given to the light returning to the earth and to nature continuing its everlasting cycle of re-birth. The blessing of the union between two souls is at this time.  Correspondences of the Serpent Priesthood for Imbolc are:

  • Strategy: Sulphur.
  • Stone: Obsidian.
  • Planet: Sun.
  • Tool: Sword/Amulug (goddess).

When one thinks of the Sabbats one naturally thinks of the ‘earthly cycles’, but the true meaning of the Sabbats is of a more universal nature for they connect to alignments of energies and of times when practicing magic were and are, most favoured.  A small snippet from an ancient scripture concerning Imbolc/Candlemas sacred rites, states:

Evoke the terrible Hastur (i.e. Safian) on Candlemas Night, when the Sun is in Aquarius and Mercury in row”  

So I would suspect that in times gone by the celebrations were less about the localised seasons and much more about the universal alignments as a whole. One can therefore hazard a guess that the days of celebration and the Sabbats do go way back and connect to a time when universal energies and interactions were acknowledged as the correct times for deep magic rather than of the local seasonal cycles of the land.

Imbolc is often known as being the ideal time of the year when folks cast out into the universe their dreams and hopes for the coming year; a good time for doing the spells and workings for that which they wish to materialise during the year; a kind of magical statement of intent; a time to let the universe know what they want, an ideal time for letting their gods know of their intentions for the burgeoning year.

For a few years I did follow a modern ‘druid’ path inspired by Bobcat (Emma Restall Orr). Druidry has been wrongly referred to by some who follow the path, as the indigenous priesthood of these lands but that title goes to othe peoples entirely. To this day though a great many of the true rites still remain a mystery and actually lie embedded within oathbound Knights Templar and Craft bloodlines. I did attend many open ‘Druid‘ rituals and the Imbolc rites often involved the honouring and welcoming of the burgeoning light. Personal challenges were often given that forced one out of ones comfort zones, together with the planting of metaphorical seeds that were imbued with whatever the individual needed for growth in the coming year. The rituals could be very profound and deep because these seeds contained within them the hopes and dreams of the individual’s future and were fleeting glimpses through a window into other people’s lives. But like real seeds, these dream seeds too had to be tended and fed in order for them to become reality and to manifest in the real world. If left alone unfed, they too would perish and die, as would real seeds left uncared for. Also as part of the druid path we would often plant seeds or saplings at Imbolc, or find other ways of nourishing the earth as a way of sustaining our connection to the natural world and giving back to the planet a much-needed resource.

So then, what about the real witches I thought? Would the real witches of old have acknowledged this Sabbat and if so just how would they have celebrated it? I like to think that those who followed “The Old Crooked Path” would no doubt have had an appropriate spell, curse or dark rite for this time of year and I would like to think that this would have been an ideal time for conversing with old Lucifer, the Light Bringer, himself. I can certainly imagine that they would have smeared their bodies with dubious herbal substances as they paid homage to “Old Horney” and planted their seeds in ways that I shall leave entirely up to your own imaginations. I was very keen myself to find a ‘real’ connection from the past that led me to this time of year. So after diligently sifting through various old books on witchcraft, I came across this fascinating and interesting account. It is a confession by a one Isobel Gowdie who lived at Auldearn in Scotland and I guess that some of you are probably already familiar with parts or all of the story. Of course we have no proof if she really was a disciple of Satan as she claimed or just a girl with an over vivid imagination or one who just buckled under pressure. But the tale does give one a sense of the period and beliefs of the times and gives account of the fact that Candlemas was indeed a time of a celebration that pre-dates the modern so-called ‘wheel of the year’. It is written that she confessed freely, without torture and the part that is applicable here and I quote what is said to be part of Isobel’s confession at her trial in April 1662:

“We would go to several houses in the night time. We were at Candlemas last in Grangehill, where we got meat and drink enough. The Devil sat at the head of the table, and all the coven about. That night he desired Alexander Elder in Earlseat to say the grace before meat, which he did; and is this “We eat this meat in the Devils name” (etc). And then we began to eat. And when we had ended eating, we looked steadfastly to the Devil, and bowing ourselves to him, we said to the Devil. “We thank thee our Lord for this – we killed an ox, in Burgie, about the dawning of the day and we bought the ox with us home to Auldearn, an did eat all amongst us, in our house in Auldearn, and feasted on it”

and…

“Before Candlemas we went to the east of Kinloss, and there we yoked a plough drawn by frogs…John Young of Mebestown drove the plough, and the frogs pulled like oxen. Traces by which they were harnessed were made of dog grass. The blade in front of the plough-share was made from the horn of a ram. Twice round in a circle we went, praying to the devil that the fruits of the land be blighted, and that briars and thistles might grow there…”

Mmm….. so no kindly wishes of growth and fertility upon the neighbour’s land there then, and certainly no sign of any pretty little snowdrops! The whole article contains many gems and insights into a life very different from the modern kind of Wicca often practised today; very different beliefs in fact. Some folks think we are sadly drifting too far away from the older practices….

For a few years I ran a Dark Moon Grove; we too did not celebrate Imbolc in the conventional sense either, as we worked with deities that connected to the Dark Moon and somehow Bride or Bridget, at that time, had no role for us within the grove. However, we did work together to establish an inner reconnection with our gods by sowing the seeds of growth deep within us. Thus we were accessing the dark recesses of our physic, fertilizing and nurturing those parts of our inner souls that lie beyond the reach of the mundane world. So via the guidance of our dark moon goddesses, any seeds we planted would have been the seeds of regeneration that at the time enabled us to open up the magical and subconscious spheres of this realm and beyond. So, it was still about planting and growth but very much from the deep and dark inner realms. Within the Dark Moon Grove we would kick start the year in the company of our dark sister Hecate, a later version of Inanna, in fact. Hecate is often depicted as a torch bearing moon goddess wearing a gleaming headdress of stars, bringing illumination to our subconscious realms. For those of us who follow a slightly unconventional path, who like to dive head first into the dark, it is Hecate or Inanna with their torches and stars of illumination, lighting the way for us deep into the Underworld, whom we turn to at this time of year, rather than Bride with her circlet of candles lighting up this earthly realm.

 Within the early degrees of the Serpent Priesthood, it is Inanna in her pure white gown who is indeed the fore runner of Bride, Bridgette or Hecate, for the colour associated with Inanna is most certainly white. Inanna did indeed journey deep into the darkness of the underworld, to find the Light, to re-invent herself. Her tale is a wonderful tale of alchemical transformation and one we can all learn from, for it is within the acknowledging of our shadow side (our humanity) that we do find the ultimate light of truth. So the colour white associated with Imbolc can be traced way back to Inanna and it could be suggested that on a pagan level, it is indeed Inanna wearing her beautiful white gown, who has always heralded in the light at Imbolc; the light of Spring on the earthly plain. Yet more importantly, it is also Inanna in her magnificent and wondrous battle attire who heralds in the Light of the great universal ‘Future Yet To Come’; the dawning of the new times, maybe even to herald in the foretold ‘End Times’. And like Inanna it is in the company of lions we stand with the healing nature of rebirth.

Candlemas is also said to be the day when Mary, the mother of Malak (The Jesus) presented him at the temple, forty days after given birth but the day would probably not have been known as Candlemas in those times. One must remember that Malak and the earthly family he was born into would have practiced an older religious tradition, for of course they were not Christian at all. Christianity had not come into being at this point in time and would not, for many years hence after the cruel murder of Malak. Malak himself, as an adult, was a practitioner of the ‘Egyptian Mysteries’.

It was a custom of the times for women to be ‘purified’ after giving birth and it would have been very likely that it would have been by candles in the temple, but it was also customary for the wafting smoke of incense (frankincense) to be used during purification rituals. So one can imagine the cleansing taking place and Mary introducing her son; he who would become known as the ‘Light of the World’ and a future messenger of the G.O.D. on this earthly plain. This is where the scriptures do get confusing though, as Makak (The Jesus) is now known to have not been born in December at all, so who or what was presented at the temple at Candlemas; an older Malak maybe?  I believe there are still lots more to be revealed here in respect of the meaning of this Sabbat and more still related to celestial activities rather than those of the earthly sphere. The set times and days  of the week would have been very different in those days in those eastern lands, from how they are perceived in the west today, so maybe the ‘events’ did run in a sequence but not from the perspective of our present day calendars. As always in the ‘tales of old’, much remains hidden and the true meanings remain an enigma; the scribes of old, especially those who wrote the bible have left many clues but also many, many false trails….

However we percieve our personal Gods and Goddesses though, is it not a fact that it is the actual ‘universal energies’ upon the earthly lands that we are tuning into and are perceiving? We are tuning into the great law of the universe, the law of physics, the law of the ‘All’. Maybe somewhere buried in the dark underworld of our subconscious minds, as we embark on our own personal and wonderful journeys of the year, we instinctly know how to tread the cycle of the ‘seasons’. We still have the power and the knowledge to take hold of the spirit thread, that great universal energy that binds us all to the truths of the ‘Old Ways’, to our ‘kin’ and to our ‘gods’ and hence to all that has gone before.

The L.i.g.h.t. will indeed lead us into the  future if we open up our inner eyes and allow it to; the ‘lantern’, the beacon shines for us, for all those who are enabled to see……

The Light of the World

 ‘Light of the World by William Holman Hunt

Article written and researched by yours truly

Isabel Gowdie’s Confession from

“Tales of Witches & Sorcery” by Ken Radford

The Witch-Cult in Western Europe, 1921, V.5.

Quoted in Margaret Alice Murray,

Scriptures of The Serpent Priesthood

 

Imbolc 2015

 A Warrior of the Serpent Ways questing upon the temporal sphere; sharing the L.I.G.H.T. with those open to receive.

Adueni KT R.O.S. AKA The Keeper of Scrolls

New Year Invite

Intrigued?

More to follow……..

You can of course now read the whole story over on my ‘Midknights Tellings’ site….

https://midknightstellings.wordpress.com/2016/08/08/the-party-before-the-fall/

The two witches sat huddled around their cauldron, staring intently and intensely into the softly glowing embers.  The night was cold, dark and still. They pulled their cloaks around them and continued to gaze into the fire. They knew that knowledge was about to be gained and shared and that their lives would be forever changed because of it, whether for good or bad, they knew not. But it felt right to do it; felt right to do it now after the deep, dark rite to Hecate. The night had been heavy, unmoving, oppressive and dark; very, very  dark. They had desired rebirth or destruction.  The goddess had heard them and had come. They were a little afraid at first, but they felt the presence of a wonderful powerful energy.  Magic had sprung into life in that dark tree grove. Breezes had lifted, elementals had danced with mischievous swirls and rustlings and bells tinkled mysteriously in the bare winter branches.

They had stared deeply into the embers, had let the flames die to become alive.  And so they had huddled, warmed around their iron cauldron and had been drawn into the other world.  They had sat and shared and had bonded on that cold dark night.  Their friendship had transcended a lifetime in only an hour: time travel shared. In the embers the witches had watched as armies marched and civilizations rose and crumbled. They looked on like powerful gods, in what seemed an aeon of time, but in reality under an hour.  Layers of the amber came and went.  They gazed as Lucifer rose with dragons, angels took flight and glowing Egyptian eyes stared back at them. Salamanders took to the wing, with fey folk, dragonflies and butterflies. Gods and goddesses stared back at them; mermaids and sea creatures appeared and disappeared. The messages came and went, the embers told the story.

Time passed quickly and the magic began to fade. They looked at each other knowingly, then grudgingly had moved away from their cosy red world. The sky was lighter now and all the heavy oppressiveness was gone.  All negativity, was banished and in its place a burst of pure energy.  They had been lost in time and time had passed and had been lost to them. They had sought answers and answers had come. They had come and done what they had to do. The witches knew it was now time to depart. Time to be their other selves, to enter the world of the mundane once more; until the next time that is….

Pyromancy:  (fire scrying) is the art of fire reading and it always produces very profound and far-reaching results. Results that weave their way into your dream world, that work deeply on your subconscious and manifest into your waking, living life. If you require answers then this could be the way to find them. When fire scrying as with all scrying, a relaxed, comfortable state of mind and body is most important. And you need to be very aware of your health and safety generally, so please take all the usual precautions and be sensible when using fire. Glowing embers produce very good results as they allow you to be relaxed and sit very near to the fire. But candles and night-lights can also be used, as of course can hearth fires and bonfires. Fire scrying when used as part of a ritual can give significant results too.

Relax and look, look deeply, deeply into the embers, look beyond what you think you see and you will be surprised what you will see there. Patience and perseverance is required at first (as you are looking deep within) and also an awareness of the planetary and moon phases, as they can relate directly to the questions asked and the answers sought. The signs scryed and their interpretations are personal to each individual; some of the following are universal, although some are from personal experiences too.

  • Wings: Taking flight, successful rise in energy, new projects can begin, a go ahead sign, endeavouring to be the ‘real’ you, seeking freedom.
  • Dragons: Ancient Earth magic, grounded, contented, the hearth, power, earth energy. With eyes half-shut, curled up – peace, stability, safety, the Old Ways, guardians.
  • Dragonflies, Butterflies, Winged Salamanders, Fairies: Rebirth, re-growth, new growth, spreading wings, rising up from negative situations, new strength, new awakenings, re-awakenings, loss of self-doubt, metamorphosis, eyes opened, an opening up to new worlds and new ways.
  • Angels/Demons: Protection, divine connection, to learn, knowledge gained, knowledge to come, a path to come, the truths.
  • Animal in feminine garb: Getting in touch with natural instincts, femininity, femininity and strength.
  • Beasts with horns (inc. goats face): Approval from the God/Universe, accepting the darkness/hidden nature within, the old path, hidden ways, old magic, power. Horned God: Divine human with animal super-senses, the Old Ways.
  • Fire itself: Purifying, cleansing, to dare, culling, Lucifer, illumination, Goddess of destruction, fire within, passion, sexuality, destruction and rebirth – see Phoenix.
  • Phoenix: Death and Rebirth, the Bennu Bird, Egypt, Mary Magdalene.
  • Warming, Warmth: Relaxing, seductive, passion, consuming, contentment, giving in to the universe.
  • Living and Dying within the embers: Sexual, Salamander, Michael, Dragons, phoenix of rebirth, cycles. of life, cycles of energy.
  • Spiders: Arachne, fate, destiny, weaving one’s own life, taking control, tangled in a web, trapped.
  • Civilisations, Cities, Buildings: Life, past lives, past worlds, shared lives, strength, stability.
  • Crumbling Civilizations: Fate, inevitability, death, a loss, facing up to a situation, allowing what will be to simply be, acceptance, moving on. leaving the past well and truly in the past.

Of course there are many more interpretations; all questions and answers are very personal so this is just a general guide to get you started. You may be surprised at how quickly your own visions and consequently own answers will manifest.

 

Tales would be told around the fires

Dark nights: a time for scrying around the flames

 

 Written in an ageless time during the times of the ‘Dark Moon Grove’

The beautiful energies from the sisters of the grove are acknowledged 

 

 

 

“In truth we Live, In life we Reveal”

As we all know very well, life has a way of always going forwards with hopefully us with it, and of course what is meant to be surely will be. We as individuals do need to constantly move forward regardless of whatever else is going on around us, especially within the lives of others. In order to tread the universal foothills in search of knowledge we have to be very aware of the pitfalls that stem from the everyday lives of others, pitfalls that only serve to hold us back, imprisoning us in the mundane. For at the end of the day we are all living our own very special and individual lives and not the lives of anybody else. Life is a gift upon a true path of learning and to waste it would surely be improper. Do not let the ups and downs of the world or the problems of others around you, mar your own view of life, do not let the misfortunes of others cloud your visions, for by doing so you are wasting away your own precious gift, a gift too precious to measure. We all have our unique paths of destiny to complete; we all have our own journeys to walk and to stand still upon the shores of time is not what we were created for.

Humans are individuals, originally created with a purpose to their ‘gods’, yet some (known as ‘traits’) were gifted with a far higher purpose and with tutouring and teaching have the potential to evolve above and beyond the plan intended for non traits. The world, the universe can become a greater place of learning and knowledge of the true old ways. And thus in time we, as traits,  will learn where we came from, whom we really are and how we evolved and can evolve; this is a great gift of truth in itself. Those with sight and insight know this, are aware of what is around them. They know how to use their gifts while those that ‘just are’ will always ‘just be’; forever in the dark without even being aware of this very fact. Many humans are in prison but have no idea of this fact.

So then, strive upwards upon the ladder towards the ‘stars’ for it is there that the truths of our ancestors are to be found. The earthly plain is home for just a very short cycle and as we know all cycles must begin and then end, but with the final end cycle fast approaching we know that we can thus make way for a brand new beginning. It is well known that all new beginnings must first have an ending – so as to complete the cycle. Those who learn, who do not stand still in time, those who evolve above and beyond their perceived humanity into a future of truths and revelations will surely be a part of the new cycle; a new dawn to be fully embraced by those who dare step over the threshold. It is a challenge, it is a big dare and in reality only a few will take this final step and rise like a phoenix from out of the flames of chaos.

There are those around who can open the doors, who can lead those with insight, perception and hidden gifts into a future unknown previously by most, but the few can become the many for those of The Way. Great truths require great leaders, needing  those who dare to tread the road less travelled, yet they are not always whom one thinks they are. We share LIGHT and truth with those who truly seek. We are family bonded and bound by the blood ties of centuries past, ties that take us into the future, always moving with the universal tides and to the rhythm of our own dear hearts. Our life is our joy and our joy is in sharing to all who come through our doors seeking the wonderful truths of life.

“Ge be Dag ma Dara be Ar”

“If we look to the stars to see the sights, the stars will come down with fists to fight

Sol here to learn the sun time three, to retrieve the answer to the ineffable key” 

Ea

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

The End of Days

Can you taste the essence of live’s gone by?
Can you enter your soul with the eyes of a child?
What do you see there and what do you find?
A glimmer of stardust, a ray of hope,
Or gloom and despair and the hangman’s rope?
Crossing the threshold to the other side
Determines our destiny and reveals all the lies.
A shimmer of stardust in the midnight sky,
A portent of your future or from your past a cry?
The Temples of Humanity are raised by a few
And the Hallows of Night refuse to be found
As our footsteps echo on barren ground.
How far up the mountain can humanity climb
To free itself of the mortal grind?
For the stardust falls but upon a few,
Dare we pause, dare we catch it; tell me will it be you?
Or will you sink to the mud,
Bathed in your own human blood.
Trapped in a mindset that’s out of time,
Out of sinc with God’s given rhyme?
The wave is coming
The tide is now.
Ride it or fight it
Evolve or die.
So when you taste the essence of live’s gone by
And you free the child within your soul,
Will you sacrifice all when the time is right?
Will you pluck your future from the deathly night?
When the Dragon Breath finally fades
And you look into The Eye at the End of Days,
And those that “just are” spin you round and around
Can you honestly say your soul is unbound?

The Keeper of Scrolls 2008

She walked upon this sphere in grace and light

She walked upon this sphere in grace and light

When the veil thins and the universe shares the truths

Her memory dances in the fallen autumn leaves

Her footsteps are imprinted upon the damp cooling earth

As the mists swirl at dusk she allows her breath to touch your lips

Entering your soul as dark descends

 With fiery breathe and iron clad wings on flight of darkest night

From ages past, across all time I hear you call, you call to me

You call me home to thee

From oceans dark and deep abyss, through stormy tempest night

You spread your wings to fan my soul to awake in me the flight

To travel on to worlds below known thus only to you

Go take my soul to Shadowland so it may taste and it may see

The devouring of the Dark

And may it see what feedeth thee and what there lies below?

Dark lover of the underworld i come to thee to be set free

I need the night you so embrace

Give me the power; give me the taste

Thy soul and mine in dark embrace

You are the power, you are the fear

You take, you break, no compromise

You are the dark, the dark in me

Of mortal realm you do transcend

You take the breath, you sear the flesh and relish those who fall

Your iron clad will doth never yield; you light the flame in me

Oh Lord of Night; my dark desire

Oh Nergal come to me

 Knight

‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

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