This is one of those moments when my Flipside research crosses paths with my film work.
I can't begin to describe the emotion I had after three different mediums answered the same odd questions I had them ask directly to Amelia. I've been researching her story for 25 years, and have found evidence of what happened to her after she disappeared, but is not public knowledge. (Some of it will be featured in Sunday's History Channel show from Les Kinney and Dick Spink who had similar paths.)
|Fred Noonan and Amelia Earhart on their last journey together|
Smithsonian - AE in Color
Without meaning to, I had access to three different mediums (Pattie Canova, Jamie Butler, Jennifer Medlyn Shaffer) and as an experiment - not being well versed in mediumship, I thought "Why not ask the same 20 questions to Amelia through three different mediums and see if her story changes?"
As I report in "Hacking the Afterlife" the answers did not. But beyond that, while asking the question "so what happened to you? How did you die?" (Pattie had said "stomach illness" Jamie said "She's telling me not to focus on the manner of her death but on how she lived" then said "Amelia is telling me she won't reveal how she died to me now, but if the person who wrote this question wants to talk to her privately, she will" (that's me and I did 2 years later while transcribing the session and hearing it for the first time) and Jennifer said "She's showing me a stomach illness. Dysentery?")
During the Jennifer interview "Amelia" added that two GI's had dug up her body on Saipan (in 1944) but had only recovered "an arm." I was familiar with the accounts from Fred Goerner's book "Searching for Amelia" where in the 2nd edition he hunts down the two GI's and they confirm they dug her up, but made no mention of only recovering an arm.
A few minutes after my interview (on film) with Jennifer, I was driving away from her office and got a phone call from a former NTSB investigator who had been given access to this research that will be featured on Sunday's show. He said "Rich, everything you've been saying about her being arrested and incarcerated is accurate. But I noticed something unusual - in the documents, it said that the GIs who dug her up only recovered her arm." Literally seconds after hearing that detail from Amelia, it was being repeated to me from someone who had read a document detailing it.
Six months later, I found a published interview with the two GI's (Chicago Tribune, UPI Jan 1977) where the two GI's said "off camera" that they had only recovered her arm and a partial rib cage.
I asked "Amelia" point black - "So where is the rest of you?" I fully expected something like "buried at sea" or "on a ship that sunk in Okinawa" but she didn't say that. She had Jennifer draw me a map - of Saipan, where I had just spent four weeks filming eyewitnesses - and she drew a location that I knew exactly what she was talking about. I had been there. She explained why she was there.
Hopefully one day I'll head back there and xray that spot, see if what she's saying is accurate or true - we had permits to excavate the airfield where the Electra is, but ran out of funds. But when someone asked me recently "So why aren't you on the next plane to Saipan to dig up her bones?"
I replied "What's more important? The fact that Amelia's body is recoverable, that her bones still exist? Or that I was able to communicate with her in real time and prove that she still exists as a person? That we don't die? That we all exist once we leave the planet, and we are all accessible by means if we take the time to figure out how to communicate with ourselves "back home." What's the bigger story here? That Amelia was incarcerated and died on Saipan? Or that she still exists on the Flipside, and we can talk to her directly?"
That's why I'm in no hurry to get back to Saipan.
Yes, I know where she's buried (or so she indicated). But more importantly, I know where she is now, and she's having a hell of time with her pals on the Flipside.
I know how controversial this comment is - but seeing her in these color pix brought back the memory of that moment a few years ago, thanks to Jennifer - thanks to my friend Abbie Adams Yaffe who 30 years ago said "No one's told the story of Amelia Earhart and you should do that..." and while she may have disappeared 80 years ago, she's precisely where she wants to be at the moment. (or so she says.)
If you want more details about Amelia and what the research shows happened to her check out "EarhartOnSaipan.com"
Had an unusual experience the other day.
|My soul group. Grant and Lee circa 1971|
It was with a medium, someone who speaks to those no longer on the planet around the world. Someone whose work is admired world wide for its acuity and accuracy.
We had an hour long discussion about the Flipside.
I asked him to recount his first memories of having the ability to experience talking to spirit - or people on the flipside. He said when he was a little boy, he saw another little boy in his room. He said the boy looked like a "chimney sweep" - someone out of a Dickens novel ("Oliver Twist" was published in 1837).
He said the boy was in the shadows, and he saw him in his room when he was 8 years old.
I asked him if he knew who the boy was. He said he did not.
He said that he considered him like an "imaginary friend." It was years later that he told others about his ability to see, hear or sense people on the Flipside, and he never saw the little boy again.
|Medium Jennifer Shaffer and hypnotherapist Scott De Tamble|
I asked him if he wanted to.
He kind of looked at me, blinked, and I said "It's kind of thing that I do."
What does that mean?
Well, I've found that in interviewing someone like a medium - someone who has a direct connection to people no longer on the planet - I call them "dixie cups" - remember the paper cups attached to a string that we used to speak to our friends with? Some worked better than others - some you could hear the connection really well.
(I remember when I went to school in Rome, we had the speaking dixie cups from one balcony to the one below. And I can remember speaking to someone 30 yards away on another balcony as if he was in my ear. But I digress.)
Recently I spoke to a medium in Colorado. I asked her the same question. She said "when I was a child I saw a gremlin in my room and it scared the heck out of me. But I realized I could see things or people that weren't there."
And I said to her "Would you like to talk to him?"
At first she seemed reluctant - perhaps frightened to do so. I said "What does he look like in your memory?" She said "He's scary, looks like a gargoyle and has red eyes." I said "Take a photograph in your mind. Now move closer to him. What's scary about him?" She said "Well, he has red eyes." I said "What's scary about the color red? You mean he has different colored eyes. Is there anything about him that is malevolent?" She said "Not really."
I said "Well let's ask him directly. Can I ask him directly and he can reply through you?" She nodded "okay." I said "So who are you Mr. Gremlin and what are you going scaring the heck out of this little girl?" She replied - in his voice and demeanor - that he was from "a lower realm" and that he occasionally came to "this realm."
I said "By lower, do you mean that as a negative? That the realm you're from is negative, or malevolent?" He said "No. I mean denser." I said "Okay, can you show our friend here what it's like on the realm you normally inhabit - what do people look like over there? Do you have friends and family?"
|Can you hear me now?|
"Yes" he said. "But not like here." I said "Okay, thanks for that, but can you show her what your reason for appearing in her room was? How was that associated with this person?" He said "I was just visiting. I sometimes like to visit this realm, things are different here, no I wasn't trying to scare her. But sometimes that happens."
I thanked him for the opportunity to interview him and we moved on into other areas, taking her to communicate with her primary guide, who took her in to visit with her council.
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I noted in these pages recently my interview with Heather Wade on "Midnight in the Desert" where using her near death experience as a gateway, we went back to visit with her guide, and asked her guide to visit with her council, and to examine who these councilors are, and what role they have in her spiritual progression.
We did this live on air, so anyone who wants to hear the technique can listen for themselves to the broadcast - but we got to visit with people Heather says she's never seen or met before consciously, but felt like she'd known them forever.
I point out these two cases, as to what my process is in asking these questions. If it's true that we don't die, if it's true we have spirit guides, if it's true we have councils and soul groups and everything else that might decade of research has shown consistently (referencing the 40 sessions I've filmed, the dozens of interviews, and the thousands of cases cited by Michael Newton, Dr. Wambach and others) - then what's the harm in conducting an interview as if I know where we're going, even if the interviewee does not?
I completely agree that I'm asking leading questions.
But to complain about leading questions is like being in a swimming pool and hoping to float to the edge. It's okay to kick your feet, or paddle, or swim - if every time you do so you reach the side of the pool - or you get the same results - I'd argue that it's a waste of time to float in the middle of the pool waiting for results, when it's much easier to help people to swim to the edge. Not the best metaphor, but you get the idea.
|Memory is a funny thing.|
So I asked my friend the medium about this waif that appeared in his room when he was 8.
I said "Who is he?" He said "I don't know." I said "Can you see him now?" He said "yes." I said "Okay, walk over to him and tell me what he looks like." He described a young boy, also about 8, who was dirty and wearing the clothing of the 19th century. I said "What color are his eyes?" He said "I can't see them." I said, "Take his hands in your minds eye, and pull him into the light." He said "They're blue." I said "Describe him." He said "He looks like me, but younger."
I said "ask this fellow his name." He said "I'm hearing Will. William Collins."
I said "So Will, have you ever had a lifetime with our friend here?" He said "yes." I said "Can you show him that lifetime now?" And my friend said "I see a poor house in London. About 1861. It's on Cooper Street."
I asked him to tell me about the place - if there was any happier time, and he said that there wasn't. It was all misery. But that he and Will lived there, were brothers in 1861. His name was Tom.
I asked to go to Will's last day on the planet. He described a boy lying dead on the floor from consumption. It wasn't much later. I asked him to follow Will through the death process - and he said "I see a light, but I can't seem to get there. I'm stuck here." I said "that's okay, let's revisit this later." I asked him to go back to Tom, his own lifetime, and follow him to a place where he did something outside the poor house on Cooper street.
Note: This is historically accurate. Here's a portrait of a poor house on Cooper Street from that same year: 1861. Here's a link to a reference from a book in 1870: and here's from John Hollingshead's: "Ragged London in 1861"
"Not far from this place towards the end of
our panorama nestling at the back of the
Waterloo Road, immediately under the shadow of
the large engineering premises of Messrs. Mauds-
lay, Sons, and Field, is a reproduction of the
worst features of a back settlement in Man-
chester, Bolton, or Birmingham. In no part of
the overcrowded parish of Lambeth a parish
that probably contains nearly one hundred and
seventy thousand people are there any streets
more badly built, more neglected, or more hope-
lessly filthy and miserable than Jurston Street,
Cooper Street, and their adjacent thoroughfares."
|The Census taker from 1861 in a poor house taking names.|
I looked up and found a number of Tom and William Collins (and Colins) as well as fellows named Tom Collins who died in wars just prior to 1861. The type of squalor that the medium described, was not something I was aware of. I am a fan of Dickens and Oliver Twist - but I didn't realize that book was written in 1830's. He described these children in their ragamuffin clothes, and saw them sweeping, cleaning, and winding up with dirt all over them in squalid conditions.
When I asked him to remember a happier time in that lifetime, he thought about it for a long time and then said there were none. I asked if he ever went anywhere outside the poor house, and he said when he did, he would go off to a public house - a tavern.
I asked what was the name and he said "It looks like the "Nell Gwynne" pub. (The Nell Gwynne is 7 miles from Cooper Street) He said he was too young to buy a drink, but he went there to help out, to get any kind of food he could. He said that there were "bareknuckle fights" going on - and that he saw a lot of blood from his perspective.
He described hiding under the tables to get bits of food and scraps, but from his perspective it was dark and bloody.
I asked him to go to the last day of that life, and he said that he too, died on the floor not much longer after his brother. He saw his body lying on the same floor of the same poor house where his brother had died.
Note: The Nell Gwynn pub was originally the Bull Free House - built in the 18th century, turned into a pub in the early 1800's. Three minutes away from it is the "Lamb and Flag" another pub which was famous for its bareknuckle fights in the 1800's.
I asked him why he experienced this lifetime. What was the purpose of it?
He said "Sharing." I asked "how did you learn about sharing?" He said that he took the food and shared with the others in the poor house.
A rather difficult lesson in sharing.
I asked if we could go forward after his death and he took us through the light, and into a beautiful field, which I called "a place of healing" and he met with his guide there.
|People often describe these |
places of healing as in a forest setting
I asked him to walk around this place, and he said "stepping into the water is a cleansing feeling" and I asked him to describe the trees - "energetic beings." (This is a common memory - sometimes its inside, sometimes outside - but it's a place of total contentment. He said as much, and I asked if it was a place of unconditional love? He said, "yes."
Then I asked his guide to take him to "his council." I said "Our friend here may not know what I'm talking about, but you do." And he was standing in front of a group of 8 people in a circle around him. (Heather Wade had 12 people in her group, the Medium in Colorado had 8 as well.) I asked him to approach each member of his council, describe them and tell me what quality they represented in his "spiritual evolvement."
|You never know who shows up in your soul group.|
And like that we went around the council. One had a carving of a bear hanging around his neck - I asked what that represented and he said "courage." We got all the other 8 qualities of his counselors including "sharing."
As we did this interview, we were sitting outside in a cafe - there was never a moment when we weren't just "chatting over coffee" about these events. He never closed his eyes, and I never changed or modulated the way I was speaking. But he had full access to what he was seeing while he kind of stared into the distance.
|My council in Ladakh.|
After about an hour or so, he paused and said "It's really hard to maintain focus like this." (He had also done a number of sessions earlier in the day) I thanked all the council members for giving us the opportunity to interview them, talk to them, I spoke to his guide (a Tibetan) in Tibetan - he said his guide's name and I said "that means "wind" in Tibetan." (Lung)
(Consciously, I said it aloud before I knew what I was saying - I have read books about Tibetan medicine, so I probably know what that word means in my subconscious, but my conscious mind does not.)
After this session, I had to look the word up, and indeed it does mean "wind" in Tibetan - and refers to the engine of consciousness. ("Wind Horse" is "Lung Ta" - The word itself is like the horse ("ta") that consciousness rides upon.
Finally, I asked his guide if he could show us his friend Will and if he had ever left the place he was in. He said that he saw Will in his "soul group" - as an adult, a handsome, happy fellow in his 30's. That was kind of thrilling for me - as we left him behind in this conversation, and I had the presence of mind to ask about what happened to him - and when he saw him our mutual friend smiled.
I said "Let's ask Will - have you incarnated since then, or are you on the planet now?" And Will said "Yes, I'm in Spain. He gave his first name - his last name was not accessible - but I asked "Is that because our friend here is going to meet you at some point in the future so that you can reconnect?" And Will said "Yes. In Spain."
|Rodin looking like me in a tophat.|
I filmed this encounter, and at some future date, I'll see if my friend the world famous medium wants me to share more details about it. But for now, I'm sharing it because it's just one more example of how we have access to our previous lifetimes, we have access to our guides, we have access to our council of elders - all of these things are accessible.
I asked him prior to the session if he had ever "spoken to his council" and he said "no," and when he told me about this young boy who appeared in his room, I asked if he knew who he was, or had seen him since, and he said "no." But he did know who he was - it just wasn't available to his conscious mind.
It helps if you have a Newton trained hypnotherapist doing this work (a searchable database is at NewtonInstitute.org to find a hypnotherapist trained in this method near you), and my ability to do so is based on the ten years of research and the 40 sessions I've filmed. Again, if you have access to a Newton Trained therapist, I highly recommend that route - but it serves to prove that we do have access to this information. It just requires us to focus on it.
All we need to do is listen.
Sometimes I wake up having had a long and deep discussion with someone... not entirely sure who, about the flipside.
|Luana Anders in the Mirror|
This morning it was "resting in peace."
I'm going to assume this isn't your first time visiting this page. If it is, it's going to throw you for a loop - so perhaps take a step back, check out some of this research at "Flipside" the book or the film, if you're interested in that topic, you might continue on into "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" and if that piques your interest, you might foray into "Hacking the Afterlife."
And if you'd like some reference books to look into, I recommend a bit of everything - Robert Monroe, Michael Newton, Brian Weiss, Jim Tucker, Carol Bowman, Raymond Moody, Helen Wambach, Bruce Greyson, Gary Schwartz, Ed Kelly, Mario Beauregard... I put bibliographies in my books, and you could spend the next ten years reading about research into consciousness, into near death experiences, out of body experiences, people under hypnosis, reincarnation - and if you come to another conclusion than I have, I'm eager to hear it.
We don't die.
|I'm still in this mirror. Somewhere.|
I know that upsets people. You'd think it wouldn't. "Oh boy! We don't die! Life goes on! How cool is that!!??"
But that's not what happens. Our entire worldview is based on the fact that we die. That we earn or deserve what happens to us on the planet based on sociological factors, on genetics, on the ethics and morality of good and bad.
If it's true that we don't die - then all of our societal institutions are incorrect - and then? Woah - we've got a major dilemma on our hands.
What do we do with criminals? If we don't die, then putting them to death serves no purpose. In fact, it's giving them a golden ticket "home." If we really wanted to help a soul - or solve a problem - or even address a problem - we'd have those who've committed heinous crimes the chance to right some of their wrong. The family who lost a loved one could benefit from this person learning more lessons, even if it's in the drudgery of a prison cell - because every day they're on the planet, they have the capacity to learn lessons in compassion by giving compassion.
Gandhi understood this. A man came to him who said he was bereft because his Hindu son had been murdered by a Muslim. Gandhi advised the man to adopt the orphan child of someone who was Muslim - but then raise that child as a Muslim. Lessons in compassion over and over again.
What do we do with the concept of abortion? If we don't die, then there's no point in fighting tooth and nail over it. People need compassion - if they can possibly bring this life to fruition, it's a good thing. It can be a difficult choice, but knowing how difficult it was for this baby to choose them as a parent might make them consider a different path. In equal fashion, we realize we have no right to judge others for their path and journey - if as reported, we choose our lifetimes,then we have no right to tell others what kind of lifetime to choose unless we are in their shoes.
What to do with evil in the world? Well, there's a problem there too. In these reports, thousands of between life sessions, they report that evil does not exist "back home" in the realm we return to after death. No Satan, no evil per se, ruling our lives. I know the conundrum of the concept - but what about evil on the planet? We live in a world of positive, negative - good, bad - yin, yang - it's a polarized world after all. If we experience one aspect, that means the opposite exists... here.
How to deal with evil on the planet? First recognize that it's in the eye of the beholder - nature doesn't commit evil acts, animals can't commit evil acts, there's only hunger, desire, fear... and we too contain all those aspects. Fear, desire, hunger... but mostly fear. We can master fear within ourselves, but can we do so in others? We can if we recognize it as fear and not evil - and then react accordingly.
Do our best to teach, educate, disarm - but on the other hand, knowing that when we pick up a weapon to kill another person who is threatening to kill us - what we're really doing. Ending another's temporary journey on the planet. It's not something to be desired, or wished, and when our time comes we will understand why we needed to do that. Even the Dalai Lama argues that a person who takes on the "karma" of killing a killer, may do so to protect other sentient beings. It's all relative.
I know, it's a big topic. I can't solve it here. But I can certainly discuss it here.
Back to resting in peace. "RIP"
Think of it this way - since we don't die - we come to the planet and we experience as much as we can, hopefully its lessons in love and compassion,and we leave behind the energy of all the people we've loved and learned from.
|Per Lachaise cemetery. Who's resting here?|
After we check off the planet, our energy returns to "the rest of our energy" that is on the flipside. In Michael Newton's work, he learned from his 7000 clients that only about a third of our energy comes here to any lifetime - and about two thirds of our energy is always "back home" or doing something else. People describe teaching, being in class, learning, playing, having adventures - all kinds of things that happen or occur while that third of us is down here on stage.
But like a great actor who leaves a stage - once we're off stage, we leave behind the residue of our energy. It might be in other's behavior, it might be in people's memories of us - it might be in physical objects like photographs, which are slices of magnetic holograms of time - it might be in footage of us, film, it might even be in objects that we owned. Hence why mediums like to hold onto an object of someone who once lived.
|Dalai Lama's bedroom as he left it in Lhasa. Is he here sometimes?|
How does that work?
Well, from my research, think of everything we touch as gaining our fingerprints. They're energetic fingerprints and contain all the information that's needed to find us anywhere in the universe. So if you owned a pocketwatch for example, and you check off the planet, and a 100 years later someone takes hold of that timepiece - depending on whether they're thinking of "who owned this before" you can choose to show up and examine "who's holding my watch?" Remember that you've been busy doing other things for that 100 years (which in flipside time may feel like a few hours or minutes) - but allow for a moment that you have the time to zip back here and see who it is that is "channeling" you.
|Old fotos retain some of the energy of the people in them.|
And you may show up to them - you may answer their questions. You may tease or cajole them - depending - or maybe you're straight with them and give them some form of insight or teaching. They may ask you a question and you have to muster up the energy to reply - to focus your energy towards their energy so they can "hear" or "see" you - and you give them a concept or a thought to chew on.
"Everything's going to be okay."
That's a common thought that people claim to hear from their loved ones - sometimes while under deep hypnosis, sometimes in a dream - sometimes during an out of body experience, sometimes during a near death experience. "You're going to be okay." (Aside from the answer to "How are you?" - the answer is usually "I'm fine.")
But beyond that... as people pass away and head back to the Flipside - people no longer on the planet - they go about their business and continue to live their lives - there's no other word for it but life - because life, as indefinable as it is as a word, is what we're talking about. Existence. Consciousness. It continues on.
|In this foto in Caffe Greco in Rome:|
Wild Bill Cody and his pal Sitting Bull.
And at some point - everyone who knew you - who knew what you looked like, who heard your stories, who knows who you are in a photograph - is no longer on the planet. So absence of some reason to be here - there's absolutely no reason for you to show up here in the old form that you once held focus on.
Let's say you were a slave in Rome 2000 years ago. And you haven't accessed that file, or that information in all your lifetimes since. Then, at some point, you're in Rome, and suddenly you start to see that it seems familiar. You're not really sure why, but perhaps you have a dream where you access those memories of living in Rome. You wake up, and they disappear. It's just part of your "life" - part of the makeup of who you are. Part of the hard drive of memories that we all retain and compare to our currenty path and journey.
We're never resting. We're always continuing on, always making the next step on our journey. (There's been reports of how that process begins and where it winds up, but I'll leave that for another discussion. It's in my books if you can't wait.)
Never resting in peace. Not that we are being haunted, or that we're haunting - which it's possible to do if that's your thing - the funny part of that is that it's up to you to haunt or not to haunt... most people just want to "go home" after their lifetimes, but sometimes people like to stick around. It makes for good story telling, makes for kind of silly TV shows, makes for great story telling if you're Will Shakespeare.
But ghosts give us a glimpse of the afterlife. Like residue outside the pool that indicates someone got out of the pool and left a wet spot. Eventually it will dry up - and that soul will eventually head "home." Michael Newton asked a woman about her memory of haunting an English castle for 200 years... she said "She felt comfortable doing so" and enjoyed the occasional startled tourist.
When Newton asked her "so how did you decide to return home?" She said that her guide showed up and tapped his wrist - as if pointing to an invisible watch - as if to say "Have you had enough time lounging around here?" And at that point she decided to "return home" - prior to this lifetime where she was telling Newton about her journey.
|Michael Newton in a still from "Flipside"|
I reported in "Hacking" that I used to "sense" a ghost in a friend's home back east. It was a "scary ghost" - someone who whenever he showed up was accompanied by a chill, or a feeling of dread. Something awful happened to this fellow. I researched the property and found that indeed this location used to contain a British jail. And what I was seeing was soldiers who had been beaten, tortured, or were dying in this cell.
The next time it happened, I was armed with this research. Before, I had gotten some sage, had walked around to all the corners of the home and burned it - I heard this from a Tibetan healer when I asked her about it - but again, this was before I came to realize that we choose where we're going to be, and it was my job to investigate why this fellow was showing up.
I asked "So show me you're life, who you are." And what "came to mind" was a British soldier, ginger, unhappy, who had lived and worked in this jail, and who had seen immeasurable suffering. I didn't ask him to show me precisely what that was - I'm not into revenge videos - but I did ask "Do you see a light anywhere near you?" And I got the feeling that it was behind him and far away. I said (in my mind's eye, I was lying in bed when I felt him enter the room) "Behind that light is everyone who ever loved you, everyone who was your friend in your lifetime, and they're waiting for you to come home. Just go into that light, and you'll see that I'm right."
It was a year later that we were at the same location, and I felt his presence enter the room one early morning. Except this time, he wasn't bloody, worn and beaten - he seemed to be dressed up, his hair shorter, trim. And he said (in my mind's eye - it's what i heard or dreamed, no way to prove or disprove any of it) "I just wanted to come and thank you for sending me home."
What's interesting about that is that he still had the capacity to return to this location. Again, from his perspective, his fighting for the Brits in 1812 (that's when the jail was there) had occurred 200 years earlier - but in terms of the Flipside, it had only felt like a month earlier. As I report in "It's a Wonderful Afterlife" my friend had a between life session where she remembered a lifetime in 1610. (which i was able to verify). When she returned to what she had been doing (she was teaching a class) she said "wow, that lifetime (of 25 years) felt like I was gone for ten minutes."
Her class was waiting for her while one third of her energy went and lived a lifetime on the planet. Those 25 years felt like ten minutes over there. So if 25 years is ten minutes - then 200 years feels like less than 100 minutes over there.,. about an hour and a half. Not so strange to see that people who've lived years ago might still want to hang around here. It's their choice after all.
So rest in peace! Yes, but the words are meant for us really. We need to put them to "rest in peace" within ourselves. Our loved ones: They're okay. They're not gone. They're just not here.
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