Buddha under the Tree

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Buddha as depicted in a Napal Temple

Buddha sat under a tree waiting for enlightenment for a long time. Rose is experimenting also with sitting under the great walnut tree that hangs over her yard. She felt it was very powerful to sit there as the sun goes down, doing a little secret chant to herself, affirming her prayers, her intention to be linked into who she is and where she belongs. The green in the grass wells up and looks like liquid all around her. Blue orbs settle in the bare mulberry bush as it gets ready to burst into flower. From below her there is a gathering up of what it is that make the sap rise in the great tree. She feels the presence of the Divine Earthly Mother who is creating all around her. She feels fortunate to be able to sit so close to it, waiting for a lifting up too. The sliver of a new moon is high above her.

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The Buddha eyes

People come to Rose and say they were told one of their chakras was spinning the wrong way, or that some other one was not open at all. They were disappointed it could not be fixed immediately. It took Buddha quiet a while to get through all his chakras and be enlightened. We all have them and they are our link into the higher dimensions of ourselves.

Buddha sat under the tree and the earth received all that needed to drain from him. He lost from the first chakra, at the lower end of the spine, all that he had superimposed on the energy residing there until it reached a pureness, whiteness, no longer distracted by red advertisements of himself and his earth.

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Red is for Tulip and for the 1st Chakra

At the second yellow chakra he lost his temptation to split himself between the judgment of good and evil, right there in his lower pelvic bowl. There he sat at the door waiting for it to open. Finally he learned to knock so he could see the one behind the door that takes him into a oneness that opens the door into his higher dimension, sucked up into the City of Brotherly Love, into the Holy Name.

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Yellow is for the 2nd Chakra and for Daisy

In the Solar Plexus he lost his right to hold grudges and waited until he had forgiven everything, until he was forgiven everything including the forgetting of who his name is, where he came from. He found that turning, that strength of having the flight of the hind, able to jump a long way getting ready to rise up to the heart.

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Yellow is for primrose and for the third chakra

Like the salmon scaling the waterfall he climbed into his heart and started to dig through the rags and bones until he had thrown out all those useless ideas about what was of value, until he found the pearl of great price. It was as hard as finding a needle in a haystack but he knew he was on the right track when a White Light guy showed up with a gang to help him.  The whole thing took a long time, going back and forth and up and down, until the rivers ran clean, no longer parching, no longer thirsting.

 

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Green is for the heart chakra

It was a long track up into the fifth chakra, into that alter in the throat. It was high in the mountains and it was necessary to leave behind his screaming, screaming self until he reached the outlook, that all is one. He jumped and jumped until he found the hind in himself that can cross over and disappear into the above. Now he was emptied, had left behind the worst. He pulled out from under the alter those who were waiting for him to cross over, dressed in white raiment, and who now found him Holy and True, able to see him through the blue mist.

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Blue is for the 5th Chakra

The caves were the worst, as he saw how he was blind, poor and naked and in need of white raiment and gold tried in the fire. His luke warmness, he spewed out of his mouth. Now he is hot, now he is cold and could go on inward on his inklings, until he found the fountain that sent out the river of pure crystal. And on the banks of it was a tree on either side that had leaves for the healing of the nations and twelve fruits for any and all ailments.

After that Buddha reached the City of Brotherly Love, the chakra of the violet lights, his heart was in harmony with all whom he met. He had reached nirvana and was enlightened, and went his way preforming miracles, preaching, a Christ to his own people filled with a fountain of love for all.

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Violets for the 7th Chakra

And if you want to make a journey of your own through your chakras then be sure to make an appointment with me and we can see what your dreams have to say about your chakras. Buddha had to start somewhere and he finished under a tree for a long time. Looking at your dreams is like sitting under a great tree of the unconscious, that is pushing up so much sap your way, that you will be enlightened too, each day you take the time to look inward with your dreams.

Love from Rose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Birds and the Bumblebees

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What is the matter with that great bumblebee? No matter where Mariah sat today, the bee was just over her. She thought she could see into his black eyes as he hovered inches from her nose. Often the shadow of the bee was around and on her even when she could not see it.

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The bee is back. She did not think she would have enough courage to do it in. He seemed like a spy, watching her, two black eyes. Hovering, than some quick fast movement in different directions.

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Earlier, she heard a dream of raccoons when she went on walk about. The raccoons seemed to be attacking the owner of the dream. He imaginatively attacked the raccoon after the fact of the dream.  He thought he should throw spears at them, especially the leader of the pack that was pretty huge. Mariah thought he should draw it and then try talking to it. If he was lucky, he could find out more about the shadow side of himself that shows itself as racoon, even as the dreamer does complicated exercises to make himself more perfect.

His association to the raccoon was that it is sly and would impose its own agenda on him. He was a bit surprised that Mariah thought it was part of him. He was looking at it as something from outside of him. He liked that perspective, that it represented a shadow side of him. He felt he would relook at the dream, not feel intimidated. He looked into the distance for a moment of contemplation and then gave Mariah a warm hug. Both went on their ways satisfied.

The bee is back, coming in backwards toward her face, glances around and dashes off again. What is that unknown dance the bee is doing, what is the attraction in her immediate vicinity? She is looking down on him now, half furry yellow ochre and the tail end shiny black. It is a chunky bee.

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The birds are very busy and as the leaves are not on the big tree, she can see the birds up there, when she lies down under the tree. She can feel the almighty rush and burst of the sap in the tree, about to push out thousands and thousands of leaves, all together onto the tree, in the immediate future. She felt held up on a huge grid of energy criss crossing everywhere, not just underneath, but also overhead, making myriad eggs and birds, flowers and nuts, fruit and grass.

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The sun was near to setting and she decided to sit under the big tree, and look toward the setting sun. It was making its way down through the branches of a big berry tree, a warm yellow, about sixty feet away. She slit her eyes to avoid getting blind from staring into it’s yellow depths. The sun rewarded her with long beams of yellow that struck her heart, as she squinted her eyes.

The tree itself, over there, started with clumps of purple, diffuse color here and there in the bare branches. Then there were royal blue orbs all over the tree. It was better than a Yuletide tree she thought. She felt a relaxation coming up from beneath her and holding her in place. A big squrrill was near her looking for nuts in the grass and he did not see her for a while. When he did he scampered off to climb the fence and into the pines nearby. The sun is down now and the bumble bee is gone and it is time to go to bed to look toward her own dreams.

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She would seek out Druid Bernie to catch up and ask some advise about a family problem she is having. She was asked to a family gathering but Uishneach was not. She was sure he would have some good advice for her. The end.

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Rose had a wonderful day staying home in The Burg. The sun was shining and it was near eighty on the front porch and back deck. The bumblebee was her constant companion on the back deck. She played Dominos in the shade of the front porch, exercised on the back deck, cooked a little vegan recipe,  burned some incense, sat under the great walnut tree, watched the sun go down and shopped a little and generally had a lazy day relaxing in the sunshine.

And if you have some raccoon dreams, some paranoia about the bumblebee encroachment in your space, then be sure to come to see me. I love to work on such dreams and will swallow the shadow side whole, in an effort to digest what part of me is the bumblebee and what part of you is the raccoon. May such deliberations help you hold the shadow side of you to account and bring in the energy held in such wily animals back into the fold of you. Love from Rose

 

 

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No Words

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Rose heard a lovely story from a grandmother. Donna agreed to watch the eighteen-month-old toddler when his sister was due to be born. Donna’s son and his family came at 4.00 am to her house so she could do her little duty of caring for the toddler as the baby was born at the hospital. But the second baby’s birth would not be stopped in daughter in law, and so the baby was born at Donna’s house.

 

 

 

Donna minded the toddler through it all. Whenever the baby cried, the toddler would wake and ask to see the baby. She would oblige the little one and go see the baby. This happened many times as the night went into morning. Grandmother was tired but she did her duties. Then as the day went on she decided to have the toddler connect with the new born by propping him up. She put her arms around the toddler and baby, as the toddler held the newborn baby.

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Levy’s Bloodroot

When the baby was laid into his little brother’s arms, the newborn baby gave a deep sigh of contentment, noticeable to all present, bringing little shivers inside. This new born baby, coming from the stars, full of grace and trailing glory, recognizing who she came here to be with, the importance of a bigger brother, soul mates from other lifetimes, rebirthing into her own soul group. This baby got a great start to her life.

 

 

Rose went to the Kundalini Yoga class led by Seri Amrita as usual on Monday nights. Rose, known to Seri Amrita as “Santa Rosa Maria” loves these classes in general and the way she feels afterwards. Santa Rosa Maria feels full of smiles as she sings the closing song, her arms wanting to rise in the air in delight and jubilation, energy vortices spinning around.  On this particular night Santa Rosa Maria had not told Seri Amrita that she needed to leave early for her dream group so she stayed on, always glad to stay to the end. She folded away her blankets, put away her props and hurriedly went to say goodbye to Seri Amrita. As she looked into her smiling face, in that moment, she felt a beautiful connection to her. She can hardly put into words what she saw and felt. It was in the smile, in the white even perfect teeth, the aura, the whiteness of both, a light shining through her countenance, a slight bow as she trailed around her, her clear eyes connected to hers, brown and white, her arm extended in Seri Amrita’s direction, wanting to bow to her, to kiss her feet. It was not thought out and Santa Rosa Maria did neither, but felt she took a light from her that trailed with her, of glory, of the stars as she left Seri Amrita still sitting in lotus posture near the door. Blessing and was blessed.

 

 

Rose went on a trip to the ocean, getting out of Dodge for a few days. Her train was three hours late, a police man stopped her on the way to the train and she fell upside down on the escalator, in New York, her bags and pull along case at odds with her, going in different directions.  The hair on her head was not hurt in any way, but the moving steel, her feet in the air, walloped her around, her bag contents scattered.  Something trying to get her attention, some shifting of energy, some need to change was what she took from this.

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The dream that came to her was of the woman dressed in green in the half-light who said something to Rose, which she missed. When she asked for the words that were spoken to her the woman made a point of not repeating herself, as if to say to Rose, I have spoken, now you reach into the getting of this message.

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The more Rose tried to penetrate the words given, the less distinct it was, leaving her with three colors falling off the hand of the woman, blue, indigo and violet. The three incidence of hardship above helped her reference this fragment and she thought of it more than a few times in the aftermath of the fall.

 

 

What came up is that her thinking and therefore her emotions were off base. When she had the dream she associated it to her feeling of needing to fix someone else, in that critical controlling way.  She needed to take those colors and see how she could get out of the literal desire to project her problems onto another, to now taking herself in hand, to go about rising out of the literal into the spiritual. It took a few days to realize she needed to write a letter to myself, to not fix anyone but herself. And it was more than that, she has to go on into a higher dimension of herself, that includes love and kindness.

 

 

Long Beach Island was marvelous where she attended the weekend with fellow Gaelic speakers, people learning the Irish Language. The Gaelic for dream and vision is Brionloid and aisling respectively. She got one dream from a girl who dreams of a key. After some talk she was happy to think she has the key to herself and could take that with her from her weekend away at the shore learning Gaelic.

 

 

The grey skies cleared on the last day and she spent some time soaking up something from the Angels of Water, Air and Sun. She had some lovely conversation with a ‘Druid Bernie’ look alike. He noted that the literal translation of the word Leprechaun means half a person, as in half the stature. He also noted that the Druids, connected to the Celts, had women and men in their leadership positions and the women were the successful negotiators. Saint Brigit was also Bishop Brigit connected to the Christian traditions, prior to their take over by the Patriarchy in Ireland, about a thousand years ago.  It is nice to consider that women held their place in the great scheme of things, useful, intuitive and able to mend the breach and forge the path in earlier times.

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A path on the bayside

And if you find yourself falling upside down into the unconscious, I sincerely hope the hairs on your head are not hurt. Looking at the dreams will help you figure how you can move dimensionally, up and down in yourself and abandon the need, the compulsion to project the heavy bags, to point at others, need to fix others. May all your dreams lead you into your own pathways where they will be pleased when you pour around them. Projection can be halted, both personally and globally.

 

 

Love from Rose.

 

 

 

 

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Anger Management Part 5 – The unexamined and examined life.

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I just came back from a great visit to New York and New Jersey. Most of the images here are taken in the underground between Amtrak and the Subway. Other images are from the City and the Beaches in New Jersey.

I have written about Anger Management. It has always been an interest of mine. Anger plays a part in most of our lives, for good and for ill. Be angry and sin not is the biblical injunction. I have been doing Anger Management for some years now and find myself working in this field again with plenty of delight and with beautiful souls. After the dreadded thirteen sessions are over, I have a certain love for them and their first names and their souls. The flowing poem comes out of this work. I have inserted some class words, some dream images from my own dreams and from half heard dreams(I was late to here the dream in completeness) at my dream group.

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The two dream images I am working was are of taking the bribe, keeping it secret and of hearing some strange word from an indistinct woman who is sitting in green clothing in the half light. I do not hear her words and she refuses to repeat them. I come to the conclusion that I have to reach out into what she is saying and make some other decisions for myself. These are the poems.

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Rules of Anger Management

1 – Unexamined

You have no power over

You cannot fix anyone else

 

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Even if she throws things at you.

Even is he steals your fifteen year old son

Even if she gets the police involved

Evan if her sister does

Even if he blocks your way

Even if she tell everyone how awful you are

Because you were the one to intercept the projectile

Because he fell over blocking you

Betrayed

Slapping faces

Pushing down

Squeezing jowls

Flicking filth from behind

Fixes nothing

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The unexamined life

The best one among them all

Was never any good

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Are you taking the bribe

To not examine

To not let others see

To insist others agree

With your un-examined life.

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Examined – 11

Letters  from your childhood

What rules from where

Were written into you

Boxing you in here

Scraping you down there

Forcing you out of center

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Find those little words

Find that letters of their love

Dismantle it slowly

Find pieces

Treasure of great price

Those little gems

Flecks of shiny red and gold

Flecks of the greater green

All part of you, their obscene

Your unseen.

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1 plus 11 equals 111

Un-examined and Examined

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A new dream

 

To pull from the shelves

The rules

Bent out of shape

Fallen down behind

Under the old dead

Leaves

The left overs

Don’t be afraid to examine

To lie down and

Turn over what is underneath

Your own stones

Your own stories

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11 and 111 equals V

The Goddess speaks in color

Refuses to repeat words

As she scatters  indigo

Violet and blue

To you

To dance

In your finding out

There is only the dance

The dance of finding you

 

Love from Rose

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mariah and the Bee Dance

 

She was sitting outside in the sun wondering if Uishneach would be back this evening. She heard the crows cawing and sometimes this might be an indication of his meandering back toward the house.

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Ten days ago, she has gotten a bad cold after he left on his walkabout and she was in the worst of twist coping on her own. She kept thinking it was going away, until the next day when there was a new layer added in of suffering, progressing from a little sneezing to fevers, shivers to not eating, various drainages, which cess pooled in places with little outlets, to the point her little nose was raw and her lips and lungs were rattled and dry. As the sinus headache got worse she wondered if she had a brain hemmorage while listening to the pounding between her ears.

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She had a cold

Eventually she got some good sleep. She had lots of time for meditation and tackled it in earnest on the seventh night of the cold. The breathing helped clearing up her sinuses when she lay on her stomach. She found concentrating much better. She had a brief feeling of being completely filled with roses, all the way out her mouth and in her chest, even to top of her head. She sang some of her favorite songs three times knowing that the sounds would help change the vibrations within and get her more deeply plugged in, even if the sounds were a little croaky.

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After the raucous noise created by the crows, she decided to walk out to see what was delaying him as she felt full sure he was within earshot for her to feel some presence of him. And there he was standing talking to a group of elves, with blonde hair and beautiful ice blue eyes, who were watching his every step. He had laid some sticks down in some patterns and he had taken to jumping among the sticks in order to show them where he felt sure gold was to be found. Mariah had not learned this bee language but obviously the eleves had and were concentrating and copying in his footsteps. There was a big green frog nearby, watching from the safe distance of a moss covered rocks.

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She retreated; She was not going to get into this game of his and hoped he would be home soon. When he showed up an hour and a half later, he limped through barely noticing the lovely fire blazing and said he was exhausted after his travels and headed straight for the bed. She knew she would soon be listening to snoring and she would be wide awake. She decided to leave him alone and to enjoy the lovely fire.

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Mariah enjoying the fire.

As she sat there she saw the green frog again sitting calm and collected within the fire.  She sat forward in her chair thinking she would address him, ask him if he had some message, what was his name, why he appeared with Uisneach’s return.? As she formulated her questions the frog became less visible. So she decided to be totally quiet.

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As she lay back into her comfortable chair, the bee dance steps came back to her and soon she was dancing with the frog in a beautiful bright glow. A jump in the air here, a sidestep there and both in lovely unison, at one with each other. She was young again and in love.Rose petals came out of their feet and they were dancing on those yellow tinted petals with the rose blush, which filled the air with an aroma of roses.

 

He pulled out a chair for her and said “Welcome”.” She was served some beautiful food by an old crone and Mariah’s father had come back to life and was nearby. The dish was very sweet and rich, highly smooth, something of the smoothness of the roses.

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Painting the roses pink

She awoke with some tears on her face, to the fire that had burned to ashes, and she stiffly got up and went to bed. Uisneach had turned her bed into what looked like a pile of snakes in the half dark and she had to keep her temper not to turn his night into a hot tin roof right there. She slid into the covers and was soon fast asleep, in the heat of the nest. The end.

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Recent Mandala

Rose is on her porch. You may or may not have read of the crash that was here a few weeks ago that coincided with a dream of a crash she had. Well, this morning the police pulled over a young man right behind the hedge. He did not pass the sobriety test, which involved a lot of steps, and counting, which Rose half observed through the hedge. It was another kind of bee dance that resulted in the car being towed and a young man sanctioned. She felt a lot of empathy for everyone involved.

 

And if you want to nail down your own dream dance, be sure to let me know and we can work with this underneath stuff that makes its way into our lives through the dreams, and has a humorous way of linking up with outer reality. I am smiling here as I finish up, as I had no idea what might fall out this morning into this basket. I hope to hear from you soon, when the time is right for you. Love from Rose.

 

 

 

 

 

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Mariah and Her Heart

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Uisneach has a cold

Uishneach has gotten the cold and when he got up in the night because of the coughing, Mariah became awake, a little convinced it was morning. She was appalled to see it was only after 2 am. And there were noises coming toward her ears making her feel scraped. She informed him he should be in bed and not sitting up at that time, because he was sick. “But I have to sit up. I cannot stop coughing.”

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Mariah is a little beliggerant

He gave up in the face of her belligerence and went back to bed coughing. He vehemently refused any of her lotions or potions that she had found helpful in getting her through the cold. There was an edge to his voice, which prevented her from proceeding with rubbing a camphor substance onto his feet to draw the cold away from his head.

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She decided to use them on herself as she was quiet excited and feeling frayed with this turn of events. Then there was a profound silence. He was asleep. As all was quiet she went back to her nighttime rituals and told herself to calm down.  As Druid Bernie tells her, “Are you in charge of anyone else?” “Can you fix others?”

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In the silence, Mariah has to consider her belligerence factor, and its effect on poor Uishneach. It is an unpleasant thing to be confronted in the middle of the night when not feeling well, when moods are low. She always feels right and justified in her opinions, especially in her opinion that Uisneach is hers to control. Other thoughts she had were “How dare he get sick and disturb my sleep. How dare he make noises, how dare he remind me of the uncontrollable in life and sickness” and on and on in a litany woven of fear and the desire to control and a desire to ignore what needs a little control in herself.

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Out of control

Uishneach, on his part, was reacting to an intuitive feeling he has to sit up to stop his cough. She was prepared to be as unpleasant as it took to get her way, if not completely.

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Next morning there were spring flowers about

Next morning, when the Druid Bernie asked after the health of them both, she went over the sickness in the house and ended with telling him of her belligerence. She told him that she just wanted to cure Uisneach. He was not impressed and said that he would get better much quicker if he did not run into the cloud of her belligerence.

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The low wall

But what should I have done, she wailed?“I cannot answer that for you” He said.They were both sitting on a low wall, beautiful, and warm from the sunshine. Druid Bernie said “Do you see that cat that just came toward us and lay down and rooled over. He showed his underside, he trusted us. Well you have to do the same, to lay yourself down and offer love.”

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Well how do I do that she said, as she got off the wall and put her feet up to the wall. “I just wanted him to be better”she whined.

He replied “You have to fill all your feelings with love first and the best way to do that is to sit in meditation and reference your heart, access the channel between the mind and the heart. Close down your own thoughts and let that beautiful golden cup in the brain turn over and pour down that honey into your heart. That is how you turn over. Once you reference that, what you do does not matter. If you do not reference that, what you do does not matter.”

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That seemed like a lot to digest.

Are you meditating,” he asked. “Sometimes” she said. “Let us do it now” and they did.She dropped into a beautiful blue space, royal and while she had a problem stopping her thoughts, she had some success. She forgot her black and white poncho at the music session on the other side of the hill, where leprechauns remembered old songs imprinted on them in the long ago.

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The lost poncho

Mariah spent a portion of her meditation time figuring out how to get the poncho back. Maybe the dwarves would bring it back for her. She managed to stay inside connecting with her heart and her head after that and she had some semblance of the feeling of love in her heart by the time she was finished. She opened her eyes and the druid has slipped away. She felt full of smiles and went to prepare some soup with love for Uisneach. The end.

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Flowers of the Fountain in Rose’s office

On Holy Saturday morning, the exercise crew(Qi Gong) came to Rose’s house after 7.45am And because there was “ice on the windshield,” their arrival was delayed. Rose did not notice as she had just hit the floor and her eyes wanted to stay closed. She unclocked the door and put on the radiant dish heater and knew it would be appreciated. All three of them did Qi Gong and it gradually lifted the eyes, the energy and the mood. Rose is paying more attention to the breath while doing this. The green of spring was mentioned at the end.

The fearless leader, Elizabeth, asked to use the facilities, due to “too much mojo.” Rose hastily checked it and gave the all clear. When Elizabeth returned she said “I see you have been letting leprechauns use your facilities.” Rose nervously inquired what she meant and she said, “I saw a leprechaun’s hat, green and shiny, half under the radiator in the bathroom.” Rose said she had no idea how it got there.

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The Leprechaun Hat

And if you are having dreams about a great black horse, bowing to you and inviting you to ride away bareback, or a dream of been given three black stones, or of driving your car over a very tenuous bridge, do let me know. Dreams have a way of giving you gifts and/or of cautioning you, as you race forward, without taking the time to see what the unconscious, the underneath has to say to you. (I dreamed myself of bribes and wads of money and of hiding and exams.) It is my delight to make those distinctions with you. Love from Rose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Instructions for Getting Started with Dreams.

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Instructions for Getting Started With the Dreams.

Do You Want to Get focused on your dreams. Are you someone who never had a dream or they are a bit fuzzy? Do the following activities to stimulate the recall of a dream or to increase recall of dreams.

  1. Write three times on a piece of paper before going to bed “I am remembering a dream tonight” Repeat verbally three times to your self, the above statement. Put the paper under the pillow. (The unconscious will be attracted by your efforts and may give you a dream as a ‘thank you.’)
  2. Place a pen, piece of paper(dream journal) and access to light(phone light, flashlight or lamp) and put the pen and paper near your head on your bed side table.
  3. Write on that piece of paper, near you head, beside your bed, “I will wake up in the night and put my dream here.” (Auto suggestion, self hypnosis works very well.)
  4. When you wake up with a dream stay still and stay with the dream. Some people drink a large drink of water, to make sure and wake up in the night. If you have to go to the bathroom, stay with the dream images.
  5. Let it unfold as much as you can, while still lying in bed, as much as the dream will. Some foggier elements will come back to you, become more stable for you.
  6. Now you have pulled the dream from your unconscious into the more conscious frontal brain.“Now I can go back to sleep” you say. “No,” do not do that.
  7. This is the time to make use of the pen, paper or phone recording, and light.Recording on your phone can and will work also. Put it on paper next day if you do not want to wake up your partner.
  8. Now it is on paper, or recorded on the phone, so you can say “Thank You” and go back to sleep.
  9. If at first you do not succeed then try again the next night.
  10. Read books on dreams. “Man and his Symbols” is very good with sections on the unconscious and dreams. Inner City books by Jungian analysts can also help. The Way of the Dream is sometimes on u-tube.

During the month, when you can pay attention to dreams in a new way and if you do the above ten things, this is all that is required. (Sharing dreams with others working on dreams or others in general is perfectly ok.)

Drawing the Dream

There is a space to draw some little cameo from your dream on the opposite page, where you write your dream down.

  1. You decide which image. I usually try and squeeze in a few of the images that stick out the most.
  2. On the front page of the dream leaflet you see where there is a Right Side of the Brain, Art Activity, to complete. If I am excited about another dream image I will pop it in there.
  3. It is ok to close your eyes, strike the page a few times with a crayon in your left hand and then open your eyes to the unconscious patterns and see what you feel like coloring in. This is the Right Side of the Brain Activity.
  4. Again no criticism or worry about it. You can laugh here too.
  5. Go with the feelings. If this activity annoys you , put in colors that annoy you.
  6. Any kind of representation of your dream on paper with color is good.
  7. Stick figures, small little cameos, blobs of color are all worthy and acceptable.
  8. Please leave your judgments down, and do not be your own critic here. I laugh at what I draw and take it seriously, as it brings in an extra layer of interpretation, consideration.
  9. Drawing shifts me out of my conscious, frontal brain and into the right side of the brain. It may make you feel a little uncomfortable, but that is always good.

Inserting Drawing into this Process.

  1. A Mandala is a safe place to draw. The unconscious has an impetus toward wholeness. The Mandala is a recognized vehicle for bringing you toward wholeness.
  2. It has a containing aspect and is a safe place to put the contents of the unconscious.
  3. I am including two mandala sheets for completion during the month, if you feel like doing that.
  4. Crayons or oil pastels are perfect for this activity. Layer color in any way you like.
  5. Use your feelings to guide you. I feel I want to darken, lighten etc. A pink here and or a navy blue there.
  6. Draw inside the circle covering all the paper with color.
  7. Draw outside the circle as you wish.
  8. It can be abstract or representational.
  9. The mandala can be completed while you are talking to someone. Just ignore what is emerging on the paper.
  10. Do not fall into the trap of trying to draw a beautiful art piece to begin with. Freedom for the unconscious to express itself outside of your judging frontal brain is the aim. Enjoy the process.

Other things to consider

  1. If you start getting night mares you can not handle you can stop. We can talk about it in our workshop or through the bottom of the page offer to contact me. If you feel you can handle your nightmares, then go ahead with your dream recall, see video above.
  2. If you get ten dreams each night, write one down. Your unconscious may be getting a little too excited to give you dreams. One to three, if they are short, is perfect.
  3. An hour a day or less of attentions on dreams is good, especially at the beginning.
  4. You may like to honor the dream by including something from the dream in your day that comes from the dream, e.g. I dream of a certain food and include it in my diet that day. Use your discretion. Do not put aside your discriminating mind. Do not break with normal boundaries, just because you had a dream about something.
  5. If dreams go on indefinitely into six pages and are disrupting your life in any way, just stop. Abbreviate and work with a synopsis, or write the first paragraph only. Look for a theme. Write that down.
  6. If you have a history of mental illness and/or trauma you should not engage in this activity without the help of a mental health professional that is familiar with the psychoanalytic process.
  7. Working with the unconscious material may bring some stress, which can be contained by working with the art process. Drawing within a circle will contain and protect.

If you have questions about the dream process or want to work on your dreams, be sure to contact me. I love to work on dreams. I had one last night that disturbed me into realizing that I need to get away from putting blame on others and to accept everything as right and meant for me. A little discomfort is always a good thing. I have stayed with the scarred heart image all day and have a different feeling about this now. Blaming others, will scar the heart. “Others scarred me” phrase came from the dream. Projection of blame onto others comes from our shadow side and will not be beneficial. Once I got this straight, I had a follow up dream of the baby, stretching as I woke up stretching myself.  I do want to move into that higher dimension where love is possible. I hope your dreams can lead you there  too. Love from Rose.

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Here Today, Gone Tomorrow

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This igloo had a door and a chimney. They used buckets to make blocks to make the walls and roof. It took many many hours. 

Rose had fun watching the igloo across the way in her neighbor’s yard coming into being. This afternoon even as she went over to get a view of the door, it collapsed and was mostly no more. Here are a few photos of the here today and gone tomorrow igloo. When Rose went over to take her photo, she met some neighbor friends and had a little dream group with their dog in attendance. Repeating childhood dreams were discussed and two more recent dreams that had some disturbing elements according to the person who told them. She advised them all to wash their hand in order not to get her cold which is still progressing. Her croaky voice was fixed up a lot by her hot tea ritual. Her cold is now in the middle phase, sneezing, snoozing, shivering and generally listless by the evening.

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The engineer of the igloo and his dog.The dog likes to eat snow

Mornings are good. The sun is shining, and the snow is melting. There is a great sound of trickling water on her sunny porch, where Rose sits, well covered up with woolens, staying warm. She meditated in the night just after 2.00 am and in the morning again and continues to look for the sense of pure silence, the sense of her heart connecting to and stilling her mind. Her breath and bones are settling into telling her how she is connected up physically, mentally and spiritually. She invokes God’s angels of wisdom, power and strength before sending out the light to others. She is working on not forgetting to pray for her readers.

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The sun is shining out there again.

She found the missing teapot among the plants, where she left it after serving tea to a client. It held the lid of the green teapot on top. There were too many things on the teapot table, so she had to put it on the plant shelves. Two large dream dictionaries sat there. Her client came with dreams at the ready and had drawn a mandala as instructed. Her drawing was taken directly from one of her dream images discussed in the previous session. Her client liked her cup of tea.

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On the occasion of her second session her client did not have another remembered dream but there was plenty of material to work with from the previous dreams and drawings. She drew a mandala in session, which morphed, as she was talking, into six fish in the circle, vibrant colors. She was able to put her own interpretation on what it meant for her, and Rose having worked with colors through her MARI trainings, has some interpretation for the colors.

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In the 90’s, Rose’s mentor loved her tea and might gossip a little over it. She would serve it with honey and sugar and sometimes a slice of toast. Rose usually travelled three hours to see her so she would be spaced out by the time she got there. Her mentor might administer some ginseng or a cooked meal. When she was ready she was all business for the work in hand. She would then elicit dreams from Rose. Sometimes she would have Rose draw a mandala in session. Rose always brought her own sheaf of mandalas and dreams with her. Toward the end of the session she would ask about the mandalas that Rose brought with her. Then she would choose a few, two or three or sometimes more and give her interpretation. Both would be quiet as she furiously scribbled on a piece of recycled paper, in writing that was hard to read. Rose would take out her book and have her mentor dictate what she had written. This material often connected up with the dreams.

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Rose taped the sessions and tried to listen to the very old tapes some time ago and it was surreal to hear the interpretations. They seemed so right and barely attended to at the time. At the end of the session her children, who hung out in an other room with their father babysitting, would come in and the tape was not turned off. It was delightful to hear their baby voices expressing themselves. That was then and this is now so Rose chooses to let those tapes lie for now waiting for the push from inside to take a second look at them.

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Rose fills compost into a bag on the counter. The bag sits in a slightly cracked red crock-pot. After she paced some eggshells in the bag, she was using the tap nearby and the bag moved by itself. It gave her a fright, as she was not expecting any movement in her peripheral vision to her left. She thought someone had entered the space. She laughed at herself and thought of that dream of being cared about. Hardly remembered yet remembered through the bag moving involuntarily.

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Her filing system leaves a lot to be desired.

Rose is cleaning out her basket of papers, a catchall for all she is not sure she wants to deal with in the moment. It was overflowing, but placed behind her couch, the overflow just slid under the couch, watched by the six aloe plants above in the window. As she made piles for filing, trash etc., she was pleased to find two checks she had dumped in there instead of in her pocket book. Having to deal with a business account is an added something but over all she is glad to have the business put up its head and be counted.

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Her plants like the morning sunshine

Rose continues to put up her head into working with her own dreams and those of all she meets. Now if someone says for the tenth time “I have a dream for you,”Rose is inclined to give him or her an appointment to work on the dreams. This has been working for her. She also gives her cards to friends and strangers, churchgoers and work colleagues. She also gets some referrals, one from the roofer. Her numbers reading her blog is slowly climbing. Someone in Sweden, India and others from far away places, read her blog. Sixty percent of her readers yesterday gave her a like on her web site, that is, two out of three readers hit the like button on the same day it went up.

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The igloo was starting to dive already here.

Rose watched the movie Casablanca last night. It was such a beautiful movie, where you had the right feeling at the end that the right thing was done. For Rose it brought out the idea that true love is eternal and acceptance of the fate that kept the lovers apart at the end was ok by her. She just loved how it all fell together in this old classic. “Here’s looking at you kid,” takes on new associations for her.

And if you want to cough up some dreams and melt them with the March warming sun and see them take on a flowing life of their own, with attention from you and I , them be sure to call and schedule. I look forward to hearing from you. Love from Rose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A Basket Full of Sweetness

I woke up to a basket of snow this morning, beautiful and sweet to look at. I also have a cold, and I am carrying a little basket of something else, which is causing coughing. I feel energetic after a meditation with my candle and incense and after a large mug of tea laced with ginger and turmeric and honey. I am trying to cut down on the honey but having a cold, seemed to give me permission to increase the sweetness; maybe it would heal me somehow.

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Candle and incense at the base of the candle.

Someone came in my dream to make sure I am ok and I am. I may even be healthy, just getting rid of some dross in my system and this is one way to do it. I was not careful of my food intake at the weekend so I blame myself for letting the cold rip. However the immune system will benefit from a little challenge, getting stronger after a cold.

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Snow on the hedge

Other dreams include visiting a healer, who took the calf of my leg in his hands and manipulated the bone against the muscles. The next day I had no pain. At the Kundalini Yoga class on Monday night Seri Amrita, teacher, spoke of some illness as karmic. We can be totally healthy and yet have something to deal with. I read of this concept another place as well. I have been dealing with pain issues for some years. I manage it well enough sometimes and very well most of the time. When I do my work with dreams, this lack of attention to myself seems to take me totally away from any pain, and it falls out of awareness and into its own sweetness.

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Rose front and center at the oil shop in Benares, India. I got seven oils and one free one. They were all lovely.

I read some of the Patangali teachings late last night when I could not stop coughing. I found some of my best remedies and partook of them, which included a camphor rub. I was looking for a particular oil I got in India but in the half dark, I mistook the smell and put musk oil on my chest and throat. Then I found the one I wanted; mint, thyme and a eucalyptus mix. Both settled on like a balm and I was soon reading and praying and off to sweet sleep after that.

I paid attention to Patangali’s injunctions this morning, to pay attention to the naval, and it will help me be in contact with the body, pay attention to the heart chakra and that will help me mentally and finally pay attention to the head space and above and that will get me in contact with saints and masters who have mastered this art of meditation to bring them into a higher dimension.

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The branches of the Catalpa Tree covered in snow.

I did deep breathing, with one deep breath of attention for each of the three areas. I achieved some concentration and some illumination. The illumination is that stopping the thoughts is a great idea, and I achieved this through the simple act of paying attention to the breath and focusing on the three different areas. At the end I prayed for you all and did indeed feel blessed and could send out blessing after this effort. I did not want to stop but I sang my ending prayer of “The Lord is my Shepherd” as a way to close it all down and as a protection prayer. Sometimes I also sing, “May the Long Time Sun” prayer as well or instead of.

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The other Catalpa tree in the front yard.

Saturday I had a game evening with my friends and their almost three-year-old boys, who were rowdy and not quiet terrible yet. We managed to play two games in total and enjoy the whole affair. That night I dreamed of one of the boys. He was a little bigger in my dream and he pulled out a chair for me at my breakfast table and said the words “Welcome.” There was nothing on the table, unlike how it usually is with salt etc. and plants taking up about a third of it.

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The view of the snow from inside my office.

I found myself singing about this welcome on Sunday Morning. I was reminded of my daughter’s song, some of the words of which are “Here in the garden, the garden of Eden, you are welcome here. … Lay your burden down, at the foot of the table now.” She composed it in France, and sang it in Germany at a concert. Her consort at the time was Maxime Nardini, who accompanies her beautifully. She has an on line presence.

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The CD I have is replaced and available.

My version of the song included the word above and went on into bringing your burdens from the north, south, east and west and laying them down. Those directions our minds take us will not be too helpful when you want to move up or down in yourself. The next part of the song was about getting into the center, where the lighted rod and staff, will comfort you, as it lights up through your back bone and higher. Then the burdens are truly laid down. I felt marvelous after that singing, where my eyes watered up, which I noticed after the fact.

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Monday was a great lighthearted day for me too. I feel the dream word, “Welcome” became an integral part of my Sunday meditation and the dream shows me that when I sit to write that I do not need to bring anything to it except that sitting, the centering. This centering will come and get better in time and the toddler is showing me and I am “Welcome” to the help I am being given through the centering, through the dreams, a sweet awareness.

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The sweetness of this work can be yours too, as you look into those dreams and record them. I am very happy to work with you when you are ready, setting out a table with paper for mandala drawings, drawing materials and the sweet spot, a basket to let the dream fall out, to be held and to be opened into the sweetness it has to offer you from your own unconscious.   I look forward to hearing from you. Love from Rose.

 

 

 

 

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Happy Saint Patrick’s Day Leprechaun Story

 

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Saint Patrick had come to Ireland not so long ago so everyone was running around with shamrocks and wearing green. Mariah and Uishneach tried to get with the whole new program and settled for a teapot covered with shamrocks to show their acceptance of the new status quo.

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Except it is now St Patrick’s Day and the little white teapot with the shamrocks on it has gone missing. After a thorough search of her abode she only saw the lid sitting there innocently without the most important part, the body. Mariah, when she saw it stopped in her tracks and glared at it. But there was no answer from the lid. She scratched her own head wondering who had been through the house with sticky fingers. Or perhaps Uishneach, in an effort to be helpful, had stashed it away somewhere out of sight, not in its usual place. He sometimes did things like that. She was well used to the big and little spoons being mixed up and not in their right places.

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He was wearing his dark green shirt, which she thought looked like a forbidden forest color and comments to him on it, as she asked about the teapot. He said he knew he would be blamed, even though he had nothing to do with its disappearance.

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He felt obliged to walk around to find her teapot and came back with the blue teapot. She hated that thing. And the lid was tiny and was in no way connected to reality and took a dive at any cup it was poised over to fill. She lost some of her finest china that way. The lid was cracked even now. That pale blue color was deceptive.

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She settled for the dark green teapot and put the errant lid from the shamrock teapot on top. As she sat there drinking her tea, she wondered if she left the teapot outside someplace. Sometimes she took it out with her to watch the beautiful sun rise. She would have to wait to see where it turns up.

When Uishneach left for the day he gave her a little kiss goodbye not sure of his welcome from her over the missing teapot. She insisted on a much better one, as she was sure he would last many years longer if he kissed her goodbye properly. She informed him of this before his exit, and he said, “So now I will be dead in five years.” “No” she said, “now you will live five years longer than you were going to live, because I kissed you goodbye.” He made a hasty exit.

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Mariah making tea

As she sat drinking her tea, which was less than perfect, because of the missing teapot, and because the milk was a little old and the honey had turned to sugar, and sat at the bottom of her cup, and because she could not gauge the right ratio of tea to water due to the usual teapot having gone someplace else, on strike, not on duty. Her father would think very little of this cup of tea. He preferred a tin teapot that gathered up a lot of dark tannins on the inside and could be left into the coals to be brewed right and kept hot.

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She forgot the big problems she had and lapsed into thinking about Druid Bernie. He had been talking lately of the word “resentment” and he was claiming that all the “resentments” that leprechauns had in their thoughts would gather up together and cause harm to those they were intended for and for other innocent people in other parts of the worlds.

He also claimed that the word itself, when broken down, spoke of what happens with resentment. When Mariah has thoughts of resentment, then she is “resending” negative thoughts again and again toward the person she is holding them for, in fact every time she thinks about that person she “resends” those thoughts as energy fields. Druid Bernie did not think it was a good practice, and there was the possibility of the bad thoughts gathering up as a collective cloud and finding expression in disasters. She was having second thoughts right there about going to his talks at the end of the lane, under the big trees. How was she ever going to change that lovely practice she had and she knew everyone else had as well? She would not stop that habit unless everyone else did.

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In the mean time she decided to visit the bog and maybe have a little bath in that lovely brown water, as it seemed to make her skin whiter and she always felt wonderful after a dunking there, and it might wash a few resentment off of her. Who knows, the teapot might be found there somewhere. The end.

And if you want to take your resentments in hand, and if you want to stop sending out clouds of questionable thoughts, like swarms of angry bees, then it is a good time to work on dreams and catch up with your shadow, your higher self and the many others archetypes that inhabit our psyche. You can send and resend me your message that is meant to get to me and there will be nothing but good thoughts around setting up an appointment with me in my lovely little office. Love from Rose.

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Happy Saint Patrick’s Day.

 

 

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