The Lost Memoirs of Edgar Cayce
compiled and edited by A. Robert Smith
"What saved Edgar Cayce and allowed him to fulfill his soul's purpose
as the benevolent spiritual philosopher so widely admired today, was
his enduring faith and the courage to follow his faith as his guidance
directed, whatever the cost to him personally. His story, then, is a
profile in faith and courage, and his humility offers a model for all
of us as we face our Maker.
Edgar Cayce, at the age of 12 decided he wanted to read the Bible,
every year of his life. 4 years later, he had read it as many times as
he was years old and continued to read it every year of his life till
he died in 1945. He was a sunday school teacher in a small Babtist
church where he lived throughout most of his life. Many books have
been written about him, considered to be the greatest prophet of our
time.
A World Beyond
by Ruth Montgomery
Some are so overly fond of the bodies they left behind that they are
scarcely able to wait for an opportunity to form another body and set
to work indulging it. These souls are truly earthbound, who will not
be able to advance spiritually until they learn to give less thought to
appetites of the flesh. Any habit-forming pleasure and they are
endless, traps one into the cycle of rebirth over and over, until the
appetites are finally put aside while still in the flesh - lust for
money, lust for power, lust for sex, ...
indulgences which we feel unable to break loose from. ...
Drunks on this side hover around the earth souls who drink too much,
lusting after the pleasures of alcoholism and unable to break the
bond of habit which binds them to physical bodies. The same with
heavy smokers or drug users. ...
To escape the perpetual cycle of rebirth into physical form, we must
erase the ties, the shackles which bind us to satiation of the physical
body. ...
Those who are zealots in any line, whether politics or religion or whatever,
and who lack tolerance for the beliefs of others will still be trying
to run everything on this side, telling others how to think and act,
unless they iron out those flaws of personality in the body form. In
other words, we are no better and no worse than those who still inhabit
physical forms. We take with us the same flaws of character, the same
cravings and shackles ...
pages 126-127
LIFE BEFORE LIFE
by Helen Wambach
She laughed as she showed me the tears that were rolling down her
cheeks. I reassured ther that hers was a common reaction, and that
soon she'd feel cheerful. "Oh, I feel cheerful enough," she said,
"it's just that I realize that birth is not a joyous occasion. The two
deaths I had in the two past lives tonight were very pleasant
experiences. It's getting born that seems the tragedy." page 25-6
(from a college student's reaction to a hypnotic regression back to
the time of her birth.)
THE SETH MATERIAL
by Jane Roberts
It is wrong to curse a flower and wrong to curse a man. It is wrong
not to hold any one in honor, and it is wrong to ridicule any one. You
must honor yourselves and see within yourselves the spirit of eternal
vitality ...
"when every young man refuses to go to war, you will have
peace. ...
As long as one person commits acts of violence for the sake
of peace, you will have war. Unfortunately, it is difficult to imagine
that all the young men in all of the countries will refuse to go to war
at the same time. And so you must work out the violence that violence
has wrought." ... page 274
Live in the faith that you purpose is being fulfilled." pg.192
COSMIC VOYAGE
by Courtney Brown, Ph.D.
Something very real is happening to many people who claim to have been
abducted by ETs and brought aboard a UFO, and we now have
remote-viewing data corroborating much of what has been reported.
pg.30 ... [however...]
we have had mostly biased data, the interpretation of which has been
seriously skewed by our research practices and our own cultural
problems. pg.35 ...
...three stages of training. It began with my
learning an advanced version of Transcendental Meditation called the
Sidhis. The second stage of training was a week-long course at the
Monroe Institute in Faber, Virginia. The third stage was training in
remote viewing. pg.37 ...
The ultimate goal of meditation [Sidhis] is to practice experiencing
the field of consciousness until the perception of that which is
nonphysical strengthens. When this process is complete, a person may
no longer need to meditate. pg.39 In the state of meditational
awareness, there was a clear sense of my own self as being different
from my thoughts. ... my consciousness did not think thoughts as much
as it was simply aware of itself. ...
It was during yogic flying that I first perceived what is called a
"wave of consciousness" ...
it felt like a large flow of energy. ...
I was convinced that scientists from
all over the world should be in those [meditation] domes [at Maharishi
International University] with every conceivable instrument in their
labs trying to figure out what just hit me. It was not physical, but
it was real. and it influenced physical things (e.g., me). ...
The Monroe Institute's most interesting achievement is the discovery of
a set of [sonic] frequencies that allows individuals to perceive an
area of non physical existence [Out of Body Experiences : OBE's or
OOBE's] ... pg.41-43
OUT OF BODY ADVENTURES
by Rick Stack
OBE's during sleep: An example of a mutual OBE can be found in Richard
Bach's [author of Johnathon Livingston Seagull] autobiographical book
THE BRIDGE ACROSS FOREVER. After about six month's practice, Bach and
his wife Leslie, accomplished their first mutual out of body. [while
asleep] Bach found himself sitting in the air over his bed and saw "a
radient form afloat" right next to him. It was Leslie, and they were
able to communicate without words. She told him she was already out
and had coaxed" him out. Together they floated up through the ceiling
and proceeded to share a memorable experience. ... "after the first
year's practice, we could meet together out of body several times a
month; the suspicion that we were visitors on the planet grew till we
could smile at each other, interested observers, in the middle of the
evening news." page 16
[From OBE's] we may have access to a whole new and vast area of human
potential - one that may shed light on some of the fundamental
questions human kind has always asked. Is death the end or just
another begining? ... What's the greater purpose behind our lives...?
page 20
When God Was a Woman
by Merlin Stone
..."it has been archaeologically confirmed that the earliest law,
government, medicine, agriculture, architecture, metallurgy, wheeled
vehicles, ceramics, textiles and written language were initially
developed in societies that worshiped the Goddess"... intro. page xxiv
Ashtoreth, the despised "pagan" deity of the Old Testament was actually
Asarte - the Great Goddess, as She was known in Canaan the Near Eastern
Queen of Heaven. Those heathen idol worshipers of the Bible had been
praying to a woman god - elsewhere known as Innin, Inanna, Nana, Nut,
Anat, Anahita, Istar, Isis, Au Set, Ishara, Asherah, Ashtart, Attoret,
Attar and Hathor -- the many-named Devine Ancestress. page 9
"the dramatic climax of her book is intriguing and important: that the
myth of Adam and Eve was designed as part of the continuous Levite
battle to suppress a female religion." Martha Lifson, Los Angeles Times
page: outside back cover of
Old Souls:
The Scientific Evidence for Past Lives
by Tom Shroder
I came across an article about a Dr. Ian Stevenson, identified as the
Carlson Professor of Psychiatry at the University of Virginia Medical
School, who had been investigating reports of past-life memories from a
very different source: spontaneous, waking memories experienced by very
small children, no hypnosis involved. These accounts often included
names, addresses, and intimate details from lives that the children had
no apparent way of knowing about. Surviving family members could be
located and the child's purported memories checked against reality. In
many cases, according to Stevenson's analysis, the memories passed the
reality test fairly persuasively.
What astonished me was that Stevenson wasn't claiming to have
investigated just a handful of such cases, but hundreds of them -- more
than two thousand, in fact, from all over the world. My first thought,
I confess, was that perhaps this was some kind of delusional wacko who
also had a drawer full of fragments of the true cross as well as a
radio that communicated directly with a race of blood-red dwarves on
Io, the fifth moon of Jupiter. But upon reading further, I saw that
this was clearly not the case. I found a quote from a 1975 article in
no less than The Journal of the American Medical Association stating
that Stevenson "had collected cases in which the evidence is difficult
to explain on any other grounds [besides reincarnation]."
The JAMA article also cited a book in which Stevenson had compiled his
cases. But although I visited a couple of bookstores and found many
books on hypnotic regression and other related topics, I encountered
nothing from Stevenson. And while the public library listed several
volumes by Stevenson, I could locate only one. I took it home and read
it. Its academic style made it difficult to follow, reminding me of the
eye-crossing effort it took to read some of my graduate-level college
anthropology texts. It proved worth the effort: The cases were
compelling, even astonishing, and I was impressed by the apparent
evenhandedness and thoughtfulness of Stevenson's investigation. He was
after precisely ... statements that were concrete, specific, and
verifiable about a previous life, things that the subject could not
have had any way of knowing normally.
Time and again, according to his reports, he had found them.
THE EDUCATION OF LITTLE TREE
by Forrest Carter (Cherokee, native North American)
Then, Granma said, when you was born back - as you was bound to be
- then, there you was, born with a hickor'nut spirit mind that had
practical no understanding of anything.
Granma said your spirit mind could get so big and powerful that you
would eventually know all about your past body lives ... pgs. 59-61
LIFE AFTER LIFE
by Dr. Raymond Moody M.D.
People just kind of look at you like you're crazy. page 85
I tried to tell my minister, but he told me I had been hallucinating,
so I shut up. my mother...didn't pay any attention to me. So I never
told anybody else. (and parents wonder why their children "won't talk"
to them!)
They just automatically labeled me as crazy. page 86
Dr. Moody studied 3 kinds of experiences:
1. The experiences of people who just before they died, told them to
other people who were present (also remember Sam Kinison)
2. The experiences of people who revived after having been pronounced
cinically dead by their doctors.
3. The experiences of people who came very close to physical death.
page 16-17
It is significant that all 3 types of situations lead to the same
experiences.
I had this wonderful feeling, there in the presence of that light, I
really didn't want to come back. page 78
It was wonderful over there on the other side. page 79
Dr. Elisabeth Kubler-Ross, M.D. wrote the forward to the book and
stated that she has found the same experiences to be had by her
patients also. ... also, 3 or more M.D.'s have written books
expressing the same findings.
The latest one I saw was RECOVERING THE SOUL by Larry Dossey, M.D.
Also see:
Heading Toward Omega by Kenneth Ring, M.D.
Closer to the Light by Melvin Morse, M.D. w/Paul Perry
books by Mary Summer Rain:
"SPIRIT SONG is the story of No-Eyes, an extra-ordinary Chippewa
medicine woman who lived alone deep in the Rocky Mountains. And it is
the story of Summer Rain, a young American of Shoshoni heritage, who
discovers her roots, along with the great wisdom of (Chippewa-American)
philosophy. ... Those who ... seek to re-learn the ancient teachings of
the Great Spirit which predates all organized religion cannot fail to
soar with delight at this warm, personal tale of the relationship
between the old Chippewa and the young (Shoshoni) woman. Here is truly
the song of the spirit, alive in the beauty of the mountains, in the
essence of the nature of life, and in the heart..." - back cover of
SPIRIT SONG
SPIRIT SONG
Then she shouted "Summer Rain!" The old woman somehow knew my name. The
name nobody called me. The name my great grandmother used only once in
my life.
The old woman motioned for me to come closer. She had a knowing
grin on her face. "You come. We go my cabin. We talk, huh?" ... in
the silence that followed I wondered how this stranger knew my other
name.
"I tell that at cabin," she replied matter-of-factly. She had
this odd grin ... I couldn't help grinning back at the humorous sight
of her.
page 14;
PHOENIX RISING
People, human people, drifted in our direction and also in the
opposite direction. But many other intelligent lifeforms were also
passing to an fro along this mystical byway. Some of the foreign forms
were familiar to me, yet many more were entirely strange. They were
conversing with one another like ordinary people out on a Sunday
afternoon stroll though the park. My fears vanished as I relaxed with
the awareness of the busy by way we were on. Then I silently chuckled
at the humorous sight of one unusual lifeform.
Suddenly my hand was jerked hard in a disciplinary manner.
"Summer be impolite! No-Eyes teach Summer better manners than that!"
I was ashamed, and I think that if I had had a solid physical
form, I would've blushed. I lowered my head, "I'm sorry."
"Summer should be! That being have more brains than whole earth
people put all together. Summer not ever laugh at other beings." ...
Where was that being from? Can you tell me that?" "Could, but
Summer not understand anyways. He be from other universe far away."
page 45
She shrugged. "Summer not gonna tell why?" My grin widened into a look
that bordered on mischief. "You tell me." Humph. Summer think No-Eyes
got some crystal ball?" Yeah, up here," I replied pointing to my head.
She frowned and looked away into the woods. She was intent. I
patiently waited for my teacher to do her mental magic. And without
breaking her gaze, she spoke. "It be 'bout Summer's girls. It be
'bout last lesson, lesson 'bout accepting stuff." She turned to me with
dancing eyes. "Summer got happy heart 'cause girls accept stuff."
page 100
THE VISION
by Tom Brown Jr.
[To experience THE VISION is to realize the N.D.E.'s of today are
rediscovering the truth of the spirit that the American Indian has
known for centuries:]
"I began my apprenticeship with an old Apache tracker named Stalking
Wolf. ... There is a world beyond that of our everyday physical,
mental, and emotional experiences. ... the world of spirit and vision.
Grandfather (Stalking Wolf) stressed the vision quest as being as equal
in importance to our survival path as survival training, ... It
answered the deepest spiritual questions, directed our lives, and
helped us transcend the realms of the flesh to the purity of spirit.
The AFTERDEATH JOURNAL
of an American Philosopher
"Dedicated to the memory of William James"
by Jane Roberts
Nowhere have I encountered the furnishings of a conventional
heaven, or glimpsed the face of God. On the other hand, certainly I
dwell in a psychological heaven by earth's standards, for everywhere I
sense a presence, or atmosphere, or atmospheric presence that is
well-intentioned, gentle yet powerful, and all-knowing. This seems to
be a psychological presence of such stunning parts, however, that I can
point to no one place and identify it as being there in contrast to
being somewhere else. At the risk of understating, this presence seems
more like a loving condition that permeates existence, and from which
all existence springs. -- pg.162
All theological and intellectual theories are beside
the point in the reality of this phenomenon. I KNOW that
this presence or loving condition forms itself into me,
and into all other personalities ...
Yet this is not known to me without evidence. That
evidence is a kind of direct, built-in-knowing ...
self-evident, and I realize that I possessed it as a child and
let it go, on purpose, so that I could discover it again
from a different angle.
pg.163
[Jane Roberts did not believe in reincarnation but was told, by Seth,
that she was W.J. previously. She communicated with him long enough
to publish this and 'the Seth books', among others.]
Voyages into the Unknown
by Bruce Moen
"any defense serves only to invite attack." pg. 22
[He got started through Robert Monroe's books ...
Journeys out of the Body, Far Journey, and Ultimate Journey]
Great Lion of God
by Taylor Caldwell
After he had finished his small meal he went into the gardens again,
and admitted to himself that never had he seen such awesome light nor
felt a greater heat, no, not even on the desert. He panted, and beads
of sweat appeared on his fair and freckled face. His afilicted eye
pg.362
smarted in the benumbing effulgence, and began to water, as did his
good eye. His blue tunic clung to his body and stung him with moisture.
Every object, every tree and flower, every wall-now rippling with
scarlet and purple flowers - the white walls of the house, the very
pond itself, burned with a blinding radiance as if each were being
consumed by the sun. A very holocaust of flaming scintillation hovered
over all things, appeared to emanate even from the pebbles of the pa~s.
And the heat mounted.
But there was no cloud, no rushing wind, no sign of any storm. Saul
looked at the red mountains. Surely they were raging as if being
devoured by internal furnaces! Saul could not look at them long.. He
walked to the road where he could see the valley and the river. The
hurrying water was so bright that he had to shut his eyes, and when he
did so it was as if he saw, on the darkness of his eyelids, the river
again, and now it was the color of blood. A curious oppression fell on
Saul, a deep foreboding, a pale terror, a wan agony. He sat down on the
marble bench, and panted in the heat, and yet his sweat had turned
cold.
He kept his eyes closed, wondering at his sensations which almost
prostrated him. He was bemused. Then, all at once, he felt a vast
coldness and heard the sudden howl of a wind and it struck his flesh
with savage blows. He opened his eyes.
He could not believe it. Black night was on the land, and there was
only the most absolute darkness upon him.
I have gone blind, he thought with renewed terror. My sight was taken
from me in that fearful light! His hands became wet, and he clasped
them together, and again was conscious of the cold. I cannot live if I
am blind, he thought. Of what use to God is a blind man? He groaned
aloud. And then-horror of horrors-his groan was echoed from the very
vitals of the earth in one low vast thunder, and the ground under his
feet moved and swayed and the wind howled louder and the chill was
shuddering.
Again and again the earth moved and groaned in torment and the wind
screamed to the black and empty sky, and there came sudden human
voices, bursting out in confused fright and stunned alarm and the sound
oj women's screams, all coming from the alarmed house,
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The earth rumbled and slid and tilted like a vessel, and thundered in
her heart as if dying. *
Saul, unable to move, now understood that he had not gone blind, for he
heard the cries for "Light! Light! Light the lamps!" from his house,
and he let his pent breath leave his lips slowly and held to the bench
lest he be thrown from it in the heaving of the earth.
He thought to himself, "This is the terrible Day of the Lord, which
Joel prophesied," and he was exultant, then terrified again, for had
not the prophet Amos rebuked the people, saying, "Woe to you, who
desire the Day of the Lord! Why would you have the Day of the Lord? It
is darkness, and not light; as if a man fled from a lion, and a bear
met him. Or went into the house and leaned with his hand against the
wall, and a serpent bit him. Is not the Day of the Lord darkness and
not light, and gloom with no brightness in it?"
Despite his terror Saul was convinced that this, indeed, was the
dreadful Day of the Lord, when God's wrath would sweep with the
whirlwind and the thunder over the face of the earth and all things and
all cities and all men would fall before it, and the earth would rush
apart in earthquakes and devour all the works of men forever.
His breath came with shallowness and constriction. The earth subsided,
but the deep growling remained for some time, as immense stone slipped
over stone in the unfathomable abyss below, and chaos was created and
chasms disappeared in the endless night. The cold black air quivered
like curtains against Saul's cheek and arms and throat and feet. He did
not know if the earth was still trembling or if it was now only his
flesh.
Staring into the darkness he waited for what was next to come, hardly
aware of the cries and shrieks coming
An enormous earthquake occurred at this hour In Nicaea. In the fourth
year of the two hundred and second Olympiad, Phlegon wrote that "a
great darkness occurred all over Europe which was Inexplicable to the
astronomers," and that it engulfed Asia also. The records of Rome,
according to Tertullian, made note of a complete and universal
darkness, which frightened the Senate, then convening, and threw the
city into an anxious turmoil, for there was no storm, and no clouds.
The records of Grecian and Egyptian astronomers show that this darkness
was so Intense for a while that even they, skeptical men of science,
were alarmed. People streamed In panic through the streets of every
city, and birds went to rest and cattle returned to their paddocks. But
there is no note of an eclipse of the sun; no eclipse was expected. It
was as if the sun had retreated through space and had been lost. Many
earthquakes, some of them very destructive, occurred widely. Mayan and
Inca records also show this phenomedon, allowing for the difference In
solar time.
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from his house. The wind began to fall; it was becoming less furious.
The bitter chill was moderating. A breath of warmth touched Saul's
body. Then moment by moment the night receded, and a pale shine began
to lighten the zenith. All at once the sun rushed into being again, as
effulgent as ever, and as warm, and the growling in the earth subsided,
and all was calm and sweet and placid and birds began to chirp and
question and a strong and passionate fragrance rose from the blooming
ground.
"Thank God," said Saul aloud, and rose up. He tottered for an instant,
like an old man with the palsy and understood that he had felt the
deepest fear of his life, more awful than the fear of death.
He went to his house. His servants were prostrate on the floors, their
arms covering their heads. They were weeping, but whether with fright
or with relief Saul did not know. They raised their heads and showed
him their tears.
"It was an eclipse of the sun," he said to them, kindly. "All is well
now."
It was a compassionate lie, and he knew it, but he did not know the
cause of the phenomenon. He had studied both astrology and astronomy,
in Tarsus and in Jerusalem. No eclipse had been predicted for this Eve
of the Passover, Had there been a strange storm over Tarsus? He had
never heard of such a one before, but then his life had not been long.
Still, his father had not spoken of a storm like this, nor was there
any record pertaining to any like it. Earthquakes were not uncommon in
this part of the world, but quite frequent. Still, it was very odd that
the sun had disappeared and night had descended - the deepest night he
had ever known - and the earthquakes had accompanied the disappearance.
He went to his chamber and sat down and pondered. Had the phenomenon
been observed all over the world? He would write to Jerusalem at once.
Then it came to him that something fearful, something dire, perhaps,
had happened in the world, something inexplicable, something of
calamity and terribleness, and God had uttered a Word and the firmament
had been shaken and the foundations of eternity had trembled and the
world had been convulsed. Saul pressed the palrils of his hands
together and shivered. .
AND SO MOSES WAS BORN
Chapter 1
TESTAMENT TO MOSES
By the hand of Nebunefer, in the twenty-fourth year Of Ramoses II
WHEN I woke this morning, so vivid had been my Dream that I was
surprised to find myself not only Alive but in my usual excellent
health. A dream which Occurs three nights in succession, and is
identical in every Detail, cannot be ignored. I find it annoying that
the Dream provides me with so little exact information, and yet
Indicates that I, Nebunefer, am unlikely to be able to Fulfil my
promise to play a lively part in the education of My nephew, Moses.
Pharaoh already has more than sixty sons, so why do I, With such a
plethora of nephews, select Moses as the target Of my reminiscence? I
believe that he is born to a destiny Which will vitally affect the
future of Egypt. Ramoses, Although Moses is only a year old, is already
determined that The boy shall surpass him in magnificence. He is
convinced, As I am, that Moses is not only the chosen son of Pharaoh
But a true Son of Horus.
It had been my intention to persuade Ramoses to allow The boy
frequently to visit me, and I had hoped that in the Seclusion of my
estate, the Living Water, he would acquire A faith in the basic
simplicities of human relationships, a Lack of which can turn a
beneficent power into an agent of Destruction.
I know only too well, having in my time been the Royal Heir, how
difficult it is for a boy to value truth when he is Offered adulation
and flattery instead of honest criticism. Will anyone, even his father,
tell him the real circumstances Of his birth? Will anyone have the
courage to warn him Of the unique conflict which he will feel within
himself, the Conflict which stems from the opposing forces of his
physical Heredity? I doubt it: I doubt it so much that I impose upon
myself ...
THE SECRET LIFE OF PLANTS
In another experiment, Vogel wired two plants to the same
recording machine and snipped a leaf from the first plant. The
second plant responded to the hurt being inflicted on its
neighbor, but only when Vogel was paying attention to it! If
Vogel cut off a leaf while ignoring the second plant, the response
was lacking. ...
... a difference in approach between Vogel and Backster,
indicating, perhaps, that Vogel is establishing a type of hypnotic
control over his plants, whereas Backster plants, left strictly
alone, quite normally reacted to their environment.
Vogel asked one of his friends, a clinical psychologist, who had
come to see for himself if there was any truth to the plant
research, to project a strong emotion to a philodendron fifteen
feet away. The plant surged into an instantaneous and intense
reaction and then suddenly, "went dead." When Vogel asked the
psychologist what haze gone through his mind, the man answered
that he had mentally compared Vogel's plant with his own philo-
dendron at home, and thought how inferior Vogel's was to his. The
"feelings" of Vogel's plant were evidently so badly hurt that it
refused to respond for the rest of the day In fact, it Sulked for
almost two weeks. Vogel could not doubt that plants have a
definite aversion to certain humans, or, more exactly, to what
those humans are thinking.
This being true, Vogel considered it possible, one day, to read
person's thoughts through a plant. Something of the sort had
already taken place. Vogel had asked a nuclear physicist to
mentally "work" on a technical problem. As the man was
cogitating, Vogel's plant registered a series of tracings on the
recorder for 118 seconds. When the tracing fell back to base line,
Vogel informed his scientist friend that he had stopped his train
of thought. The friend said he had.
...
When electroding this plants, Sauvin Gradually realized that, like
Vogel he could obtain the best results from plants with which he
established a special mental rapport.
...
ARMY:
Already the U.S. Army has taken an interest in the project. At
Fort Belvoir, Virginia, funds have been provided for research on
plants. The Army is interested in devising ways of measuring the
emotional responses of people via plants, without having to
sensitize the plants to a special person beforehand.
NAVY:
The Navy is also showing interest. Eldon Byrdz an operations
analyst with the Advanced Planning and Analysis Staff of the Naval
Ordnance Laboratory in Silver Spring, Maryland, has been
duplicating Backster's experiments with some success. A member of
the American Society for Cybernetics and senior member of the
Institute for Electrical and Electronic Engineers, Byrd attached
the electrodes of a polygraph to the leaves of a plant, and has
been observing definite fluctuations of the polygraph needle as
the plant responds to various stimuli. Like Backster, Byrd found
that by merely thinking of harming a plant's leaf it was possible
to make the polygraph needle jump.
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