New Charm
Long ago, almost forgotten in the winds of time
a wonderful story fired my mind: a kind, lovable
old soul preached how legends and myths told
of strange portents
A hero, sensitive and strong, was cast as Lodi,
the Spirit King who came down a mountain and
was met and helped by a young Prince to
establish a new reign of peace on earth
Ever since I have been searching for more such
imaginative themes to add to the lovely tapestry
these colourful strands weave in my mind, the
latest sparkles of silver and gold
Were added by an Internet author mentioning
the mythical Giorgio de Santillana & Hertha von
Dechend theory that characters of ancient myth
are to be identified with the planets
That gods are really stars - the characters and
adventures of mythology explain the balance
of power among stars and planets - this
enables me to read the wildly immoral
And totally improbable Cuneiform clay tablet
stories and myths of the ancients with new
enjoyment – without this focal point, these
myths and legends seemed
Just a waste, the impossible psychological
and physical prowess ascribed to the actors
made it seem like the ravings of madmen
without any redeeming features
But as allegories and symbols of heavenly orbs
all fall into place, enacting the tale of precession
and the cataclysms unleashed when these bodies
are struck by meteorites; undergoing
Inevitable polarity changes – suddenly these
stories acquired a new charm that delights…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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2010/06/30 Siren Song (Rev.)
Last night I read Dante’s masterpiece
Hell and Purgatory is precession based
discovered delightful scary pictures of him
passing robed skeletons on precipitous
mountain sides depicting travels in space
he describes the Circle of Hell as Mars’
red ring in the sky
Enjoyed piecemeal reading ‘Hamlet’s Mill’
online, as I read I delet to create a
single narrative line – the authors mention
too much detail; their contention that all
ancient fables, myths and legends were
based on astronomical observation
becomes a siren song leading me on
I used to abhor irrational behaviour
and cruel immorality of these stories’
murderous characters; finding a golden
thread manifest in texts is a wonderful
discovery, my interest piqued by Sitchin’s
literal interpretations of the Babylonian
clay tablets
Thirst for more information awakened to
become a stimulating game, I shall always
be a Pyramidiot before turning to scholarly
works, the fun of free imagination lends
interest to dry academic material by
juxtaposing alternate ideas against
cool, boring evidence
http: //www.believeallthings.com/4667/
hamlets-mill/ #ixzz0qGOvODKd
“Hamlet's Mill” - An essay on myth and the frame of time
GIORGIO de SANTILLANA & HERTHA von DECHEND
David R. Godine Publisher Boston 1977
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Without Context - So Absurd
Who has the money to publish elaborately
illustrated children's books with over 350
stunning paintings and artworks, another
with drawings, glossy and inviting; impar-
ting no knowledge whatsoever?
The book on symbols, signs and visual
codes informs the underage reader door-
ways symbolise entrances and the hearth
is a symbol of safety and comfort - well,
hallelujah, nobody knew!
The broom is a symbol of removal - no way,
I thought it a symbol of magical midnight
trips for witches & wizards from Hogwarts;
curtains symbolise separation, oh wow,
insight indeed!
The book of Myths and Legends recounts
each story on two pages accompanied by
several pictures stating the stories explain
the world and our place in it - thus stylised
accounts of precession
And world cataclysms in which ‘gods'
swallow their children are supposed to
explain the meaning of life? No, myths
and legends are illogical - only when
seen as relaying
Ancient knowledge of science and astro-
nomy in codes where natural forces are
depicted as persons; do the tales have
meaning, otherwise they are without
context - so absurd…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Who Can Define Nibiru Meanings?
Who can define the plough star's
previous recorded crossings
who can define Nibiru meanings?
Is it possible for us to know about
the Destroyer's previous solar flybys
with any great degree of certainty?
crossings crossing
maker crossing points
Gilgamesh in epic
for gateway sought
'straight is the crossing point'
narrow the way that leads
Assur the boatman charges
'silver for the crossing fees'
'The Arameans were defiant
took up position at the entrance
to the... gate, crossing point'.
let the texts tell you what Nibiru is
Sumerians Mesopotamians
associated heavenly bodies with deities
the cuneiform sign for Dingir 'god'
the cuneiform sign for 'neberu' star
ancient near eastern scholars identified
stars planets as gods deified beings
numerical Sumerian reference number signs
Nibiru planet Jupiter once Mercury
god Marduk a star tri-fold four fold references
Nibiru is cometh within Pluto orbit
'He (Marduk) set fast the position
of to fix their (stars) bounds'
'let Nibiru be the holder of the crossing
place of the heaven and of the earth'
'Nibiru is his (Marduk's) star, which
he made appear in the heavens'
'the red star which stands in the south
after the gods of the night (the stars)
have been finished, dividing the sky in
half, this star is Nibiru (Marduk)
'When the stars of Enlil have been finished,
one big star - although its light is dim - divides
the sky in half and stands there: that is the star
of Marduk, Nibiru, Jupiter; it keeps changing
its position and crosses the sky'
Nibiru, the merciful Marduk
Sumero-Akkadian cuneiform texts
present 'crossing' 'dividing' a star, a god,
as either Jupiter Marduk; Mercury or both.
Who can reveal explain these meanings?
Nibiru, a brown dwarf star, crosses
first past Jupiter, then inside Mercury
on its inward path around sol our sun
then back out again a 3600 year orbit
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2010/08/07 Great Epic
Finished reading this version of The Mahabharata
must return to the beginning with insight regarding
the main character Yudhishthira -
son of Dharma, god of moral order and righteousness,
therefore Yudhishthira, eldest of the five godly Pandu
brothers, was honourable and virtuous
- and his enemy Duryodhana, eldest of a hundred Kuru brothers,
at his birth he brayed like a donkey and howled like a jackal while
wild winds blew and fires broke out
His father was warned Duryodhana would bring destruction to the
kingdom therefore he should be cast aside but he loved his son and
kept him alive; the end came about when
the hundred Kuru brothers made war against the five godly Pandu
brothers led by Yudhishthira, it is clear why De Santillana and Von
Dechend found a precession analogy
in this classic tale of men and gods and war: Mankind is represented
by the five godly Pandu brothers while the hundred Kuru brothers
represent the untamed forces of nature
unleashed through the Precession of the Equinoxes when the cycle
of 25 920 years reached completion, a new world age is ushered
in, chaos following in its wake
It is precipitate to jump to this conclusion, not having studied The
Mahabharata in depth, but a brilliant thread to follow in this grand
epic where so much is at stake
Ending on a high moral note - the Moral Order being victorious
after a cruel battle, revels are temporary, tribulation and pain are
fleeting, the story recommends:
Never go against the moral order out of fear or lust, foolishness
or rancour, anger or love; because the Moral Order, like our
eternal souls, will endure forevermore*
“The Mahabharata” retold by Vladimir Miltner, translated
by Stephen Finn, Treasure Press,1991 – * Quoted from
pp.242,243
“Hamlet’s Mill” Georgio De Santillana and Hertha Von Dechend
“Mahabharata” literally means “Great Epic of the Struggle between
the Bharata [dynasties]”
poem by Margaret Alice
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The 'Truth
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
Because we got it from a 'reliable' source,
And who told you it was a 'reliable' source.
Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth.
For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world,
A lie is invented, concocted, told.
And when a question is asked, and the truth is required,
And if told, many events, considered dire,
Happen in response,
A white lie is told.
But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie,
Thought up by those considered wise and selfless,
Is really the darkest, blackest, most deceiving lies of all.
Over time stories, true stories, turn to myths, myths to legends.
so why not lies, white lies too.
Centuries, years, maybe even weeks and days,
Turns the most deceiving and evil lies into the 'truth'.
So I come back to my original question,
But don't misconstrue my words,
For I dear not defy the truth,
The truth, so rare, that passes us unnoticed, unseen, undetected,
The rare truth that exists in this dark, sinister world.
So yes,
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
The truth, the truth, the lie.
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The Lying Truth
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
Because we got it from a 'reliable' source,
And who told you it was a 'reliable' source.
Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth.
For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world,
A lie is invented, concocted, told.
And when a question is asked, and the truth is required,
And if told, many events, considered dire,
Happen in response,
A white lie is told.
But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie,
Thought up by those considered wise and selfless,
Is really the darkest, blackest, most deceiving lies of all.
Over time stories, true stories, turn to myths, myths to legends.
so why not lies, white lies too.
Centuries, years, maybe even weeks and days,
Turns the most deceiving and evil lies into the 'truth'.
So I come back to my original question,
But don't misconstrue my words,
For I dear not defy the truth,
The truth, so rare, that passes us unnoticed, unseen, undetected,
The rare truth that exists in this dark, sinister world.
So yes,
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
The truth, the truth, the lie.
poem by Michael Devenish
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The Stars And The Moon
Sitting down on a bench outside my residence,
I could see the stars far away in heaven;
It seems to me like,
The stars are spelling out my name.
Over here in Africa,
I keep on wondering about the nature of things;
The very patterns of the Creator's mind which,
Is yet to be understood by many!
At times it is very easy to see the stars up there,
But at times too there are no stars at all! !
How far are they, if i may ask?
How big are they, viewing from my compound?
This makes me wonder about the stars at night.
Oh creation, why has it taken us such a longer time?
We still don't understand many of your wonders;
Are we clever to see or, too blind to see?
I don't even understand some of your myths.
Like the mystic cloud of the air is,
My delight of the realms to write this muse;
There are days that i could see the Stars but,
The Moon takes over at times.
The very moon-light that helps us in the villages,
The very time to gather around by the fire side;
To listen to stories and folklore tales like,
The tales by the moon-light as the saying goes.
The 'Kwaku Ananse' stories and,
That of 'Mr. Tortoise' stories from our Elders.
Sitting on a bench outside in Africa,
I could see the stars spell out my name;
Lovely Stars of my heart,
My candle is yet to burn out;
At times, i do see the Moon as well.
My state of heart is for you oh Moon!
One day, i will visit you up there;
Directional moon to my soul,
How sound is your hospitality out there?
In my viewing views, i could see you up there;
In my wondering of things, there you are!
Oh, the Stars and the Moon out there;
Greetings from me to you all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wayang Kulit
the unique world of myths
symbols and religious beliefs
most difficult to understand
the puppet master, or dalang
tells his story by projecting
the shadows of the puppets
he manipulates behind
a white screen and a large lamp
he plays several characters at once
basically an epic narrative
shifting from Old-Javanese
to the High-Balinese
singing and hitting a box
to mark the rhythm
a good dalang
is a one-man-show
being in turns smart
funny and melancholic
borrows the frame
of his narrative
from the great epics
of Indo-Javanese tradition
the Ramayana
the Mahabharata
although other stories
may sometimes be used
he then creates his own episodes
usually concerning a hero's quest
for a magical weapon, heavenly secret or partner
the hero, accompanied by buffoons
succeeds eventually after tortuous adventures
in the wilderness and fights with evil giants
the two sets of puppets
the heroes on the right
the villains on the left
symbolise eternal struggle
between good and evil
but for the audience
dalang's ability to poke fun
at everyone through mouths
of the buffoons is no less important
than the narrative itself
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Legends
A legend has emerged from the deep,
Instilling hatred for the time being,
The destruction of the times we call the floods
Carried new legends, for the old legends were dead.
The acts of a past guarantee success, fullness,
Words mean a noise of obvious strength.
The old legends speak authority,
But new have effects of the backbone
For the structure of society is never weak.
The depth of the myths surrounding this walk
Is the whole society, the entire humankind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Stories
The stories
Night bed its mats
And also we are
Wait and see
The narrative begins with the story
The stories of long time ago
Between fact and fiction
The stories from the ends of the earth
And depth of the ocean
We draw the characters and imagine
Live roles
And sail far and far
And overwhelmed with happiness
And the longing pulls us
And eyebrows painted terms on our faces
The story behind the story
Delight our nights
The stories of my grandmother.
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Why Should We Believe In A God
From the day we are born we're taught myths galore,
Cartoon characters when young are so real,
Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny we love and adore,
To us they all have a special appeal.
Then once a year there comes Santa Claus,
Down our chimneys he always arrives,
Some biscuits and milk with a couple of straws,
On our goodwill this great man thrives.
Then it happens you lose one of your teeth,
Under your pillow it's then placed,
The following morning you find cash underneath,
The Tooth Fairy's tale is embraced.
Easter morning and a basket full of sweets,
Lies at the bottom of your bed,
The Easter Bunny well that's how he entreats,
You never dreamed you were being misled.
Myths by the million we're taught to believe,
But as we mature we find out the truth,
Then with our own we continue to deceive,
It's got a lot to answer for has our youth.
What they all have in common is none can be seen,
We're taught to believe in what we can't see,
What adults teach us becomes our routine,
In the main we always tend to agree.
There's one thing we're taught we must never forget,
We're assured this one's not a myth,
It's the same as the others yet we owe it a debt,
Though you can't say who or what it is with.
This unseen entity we must never defame,
It is mighty and very prestigious,
In different cultures it has many a name,
Its followers claim to be religious.
What makes it so different from all those others?
When the story is exactly the same
You can't touch or feel it, common sense it smothers,
Yet were all taught this you must never defame?
He is the creator of everything alive today,
In his presence we should be overawed,
If all other tales are myths then what I must say,
Is,
‘' Why Should We Believe In A God ‘'
Too Many Myths
(Van Morrison)
Too many myths
People just assuming things that aren't true
There's too many myths
Coming between me and you
You might have your name up in lights
But you still have to keep your game uptight
Too many myths
Tell me, tell me how you gonna cope with this
Too many myths
You act like you've never been kissed
You put your name up in lights
And now you gotta keep your game uptight
You got problems
I got problems too
Everybody's gonna think
There must be something wrong with you because
There's just too many myths
Can't you see I'm just trying to stay in the game
Just too many myths
I'm just trying to maintain
Sure I got my name in lights
But I've still gotta keep my game uptight
[Instrumental break]
You got problems
And I got problems too
But that doesn't necessarily mean that
There's something wrong with you
There's just too many myths,
Baby I'm just trying to stay in the game
There's far too many myths
I'm just trying to maintain
I got my name up in lights
But I'm just trying to keep my game uptight
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The Mass Want To Be Fooled
Introduce surprises
To make stories interesting.
inser wonders
To make legends inspiring.
Enter the improbable
To make epics awesome.
Put in the impossible
To make mythology holy.
Incorporate miracles
To make religions obscure.
People will enjoy fooling
Themselves in the falsehoods.
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If our titles recall the known myths of antiquity, we have used them again because they are the eternal symbols upon which we must fall back to express basic psychological ideas.
quote by Mark Rothko
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Spirit In You
Under your skin theres something beckoning,
Theres something that makes me believe in you.
Behind your eyes, thats where the sacred lies,
You know I need to get through.
Oh here I go again.
Through the undergrowth again;
Feel the earth move, the planets spin
But I cant get through.
Its the spirit in you,
Its the spirit in you,
Its the spirit in you,
That I want to find.
Ive seen your face, the one your mother made.
Now let me see what makes you really move.
I know youre scared, I know its tender there,
Just let me closer let me get through.
O here I go again,
Through the undergrowth again,
Feel the earth move, the planets spin
But I cant get through.
Its the spirit in you,
Its the spirit in you,
Its the spirit in you,
That I want to find.
And when you make me feel
When you make me bleed,
My lucky stars fall down on me.
You know I need to know you,
I need to see,
I need to take ahold of whats underneath.
So close your eyes, close your eyes,
Unlock your mind, unlock your mind,
Throw off the fear, and let us fly.
O here I go again,
Through the undergrowth again;
Feel the earth move, the planets spin,
But I cant get through.
Its the spirit in you,
Its the spirit in you,
Its the spirit in you,
That I want to find.
Its the spirit in you,
Its the spirit in you,
Its the spirit in you,
That I want to find.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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A Myriad Heroines
Tonight sheer ecstasy and bliss, first discovered Strictly
Come Dancing, I lose myself in those dancing heroines,
Vin Diesel in the movie XXX stole the show encouraging
the individual to make a difference, Wizards of Waverley
Place had Alex experience romance in a magical journal
I have many brilliant stories also, never featuring me, there
is a myriad heroines - based on the stories I loved when I
was a kid, books I like get assimilated into it - every noble
thought integrated in a kaleidoscope that encompasses
more than this universe, after this great Sunday night
I am convinced whatever sacrifice or endurance tomorrow
requires, I am safe in an inner bauble of wonderful dreams,
need not send my own self anywhere as an infinite number
of heroines can go all over the world to do the magnificent
things suggested by myths, parables and legends
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Of Souls And Angels
she says in all honesty
that she has not seen
a single soul
or felt its coldest touch
in her skin as others
seem to imply from
their hair raising experiences
first hand direct
from the horse's mouth
and it is the same with
angels
how could she not have
seen one with
white wings
and angelic faces?
how could she ever
relate to all these
tales and myths
and legends and
storied told by
fools, she says
i know. She has no soul
and She was never once an
angel in those heavenly skies.
So they all condemn
an honest woman like those
witches burned at those stakes.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Legend of Legends
The Legend of Legends written by Cornelia Păun Heinzel
One day, God called St. Peter to him and said :
– St. Peter, I want you to go around the world to see how the people are doing. I gave them the Bible full of lectures to be a teacher and a model in their lives. I gave them great writers to create stories for kids, religious stories or even about history inspired by the history of their beloved nation. I gave them poets to delight them with the magic of their lyrics. I gave them musicians to bless them with their music. I gave them bards and singers to sing and imitate their lovely creations. I gave them actors to perform with talent the beautiful creations of the play writers. I want to know if they’re enjoying my gifts and if these gifts straight from my pure heart have really changed the way they live in a good way and my work wasn’t for nothing.
St. Peter quickly embarked on a long journey. He climbed some of the tallest mountains, he went down to the beaches filled with golden sand, he listened to the music of the fishermen. He went through cities and villages, heard the wisdom of proverbs and popular sayings and looked at various occasions, being charmed by the spiritual wealth of the ceremonies. He went with people to church to religious services. He participated with them in prayers, and St. Peter’s journey was over.
He went straight back to heaven with much to say about what he has seen. He presented before the Holy God:
– Holy God, he said, I have searched the whole world. I have listened to the beautiful lyrics of people and their great songs. I went and prayed with them at the church. I participated in their charming celebrations. I saw great theater plays. I heard stories that made my ears rejoice. I read with pleasure books for kids that were magical, fantastic, historical, philosophical, religious, romantic, and satirical. But, I still have a problem. I don’t know what sort are those stories that contain fantastic or unthinkable, embroidered on the background of a historical reason, or something totally different never heard of before that describes something or even a creature. The different character, someone historical, or a hero that has been proven to be a myth or even a phenomenon, those stories are different from the truth and they should have a different name.
– You spoke the truth, St. Peter. I thought long ago of something like this. I meditated long enough and I want from now, these different stories to be named legends, God said.
– God, then this must be the legend of legends because it narrates how legends are created, said St. Peter.
poem by Cornelia Păun Heinzel from The Alternative Canada (2017), translated by Filip Enache
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The Legend of Legends written by Cornelia Păun Heinzel
The Legend of Legends written by Cornelia Păun Heinzel
One day, God called St. Peter to him and said :
– St. Peter, I want you to go around the world to see how the people are doing. I gave them the Bible full of lectures to be a teacher and a model in their lives. I gave them great writers to create stories for kids, religious stories or even about history inspired by the history of their beloved nation. I gave them poets to delight them with the magic of their lyrics. I gave them musicians to bless them with their music. I gave them bards and singers to sing and imitate their lovely creations. I gave them actors to perform with talent the beautiful creations of the play writers. I want to know if they’re enjoying my gifts and if these gifts straight from my pure heart have really changed the way they live in a good way and my work wasn’t for nothing.
St. Peter quickly embarked on a long journey. He climbed some of the tallest mountains, he went down to the beaches filled with golden sand, he listened to the music of the fishermen. He went through cities and villages, heard the wisdom of proverbs and popular sayings and looked at various occasions, being charmed by the spiritual wealth of the ceremonies. He went with people to church to religious services. He participated with them in prayers, and St. Peter’s journey was over.
He went straight back to heaven with much to say about what he has seen. He presented before the Holy God:
– Holy God, he said, I have searched the whole world. I have listened to the beautiful lyrics of people and their great songs. I went and prayed with them at the church. I participated in their charming celebrations. I saw great theater plays. I heard stories that made my ears rejoice. I read with pleasure books for kids that were magical, fantastic, historical, philosophical, religious, romantic, and satirical. But, I still have a problem. I don’t know what sort are those stories that contain fantastic or unthinkable, embroidered on the background of a historical reason, or something totally different never heard of before that describes something or even a creature. The different character, someone historical, or a hero that has been proven to be a myth or even a phenomenon, those stories are different from the truth and they should have a different name.
– You spoke the truth, St. Peter. I thought long ago of something like this. I meditated long enough and I want from now, these different stories to be named legends, God said.
– God, then this must be the legend of legends because it narrates how legends are created, said St. Peter.
poem by Cornelia Păun Heinzel from The Alternative Canada (2017), translated by Filip Enache
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Power And Glory Part II
I was visited by The Power and The Glory
I was visited by a majestic hymn
Great bolts of lightning
lightning up the sky
Electricity flowing through my veins
I was captured by a larger moment
I was seized by divinity's hot breath
Gorged like a lion on experience
Powerful from life
I wanted all of it -
Not some of it
I saw a man turn into a bird
I saw a bird turn into a tiger
I saw a man hang from a cliff by the tips of his toes
in the jungles of the Amazon
I saw a man put a red hot needle through his eye
turn into a crow and fly through the trees
swallows hot coals and breathe out flames
and I wanted this to happen to me ...
I wanted all of it -
Not some of it
We saw the moon vanish into his pocket
We saw the stars disappear from sight
We saw him walk across water into the sun
while bathed in eternal light
We spewed out questions waiting for answers
creating legends, religions and myths
Books, stories, movies and plays
all trying to explain this
I wanted all of it -
Not some of it
I saw a great man turn into a little child
The cancer reduced him to dust
His voice growing weak as he fought for his life
with a bravery few men know
I saw isotopes introduced into his lungs
trying to stop the cancerous spread
And it made me think of Leda and The Swan
and gold being made from lead
The same power that burned Hiroshima
causing three legged babies and death
Shrunk to the size of a nickel
to help him regain his breath
And I was struck by The Power and The Glory
I was visited by a majestic Him
Great bolts of lightning shooting up his veins
as the radiation flowed through him
He wanted all of it
Not (
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