I have a friend who is both a clairvoyant and visionary and have had accurate readings with her for a period of twenty years. She has done a reading on each painting, and these are being published with the paintings under the title of 'Clairvoyancing the Art'

Here is the reading given for the The Owl Woman by Bahli Mans Morris.

THE OWL WOMAN (Blodwed.)

This picture is the story of Woman, the story of Blodwed and the owl in the Mabynogion, and how this story has been mistold by men, and Blodwed made evil in the mis-translation. This picture, the Owl Woman, is the true story. Blodwed was not made by a man out of flowers as a playmate for his friend; this is not the true story, she created herself. This is what men will not allow, that woman created herself and shone like a flower, that she created and grew herself without their help. This was not allowed to be said, published or known. The true story is that she is free, and able to choose her own lover. In the corrupted story, two men died because of her; this is how the story was told.

In the origional story of Blodwed, the first man to come, was a child, and it is of how he had to die as a child to transform, first into a hunter, a man who could speak to the wild things, become part of the wild, a stag. He then dies as a stag, to become an eagle, able to see all things. He then dies once again as an eagle, to become again the man, but this time lover, magician and king.

This is not just the story of initiation, but of creation of men. It is the true story, but from fear of accepting the challenge, it has been changed to death in the male version, and woman blamed.

This is about the blood wedding. Blodwed is the centre of all things. In the corrupted version of the story, Blodwed was changed into an owl, destined to fly at night. Man is afraid of the owl, saying it is the creature that brings death. But knowledge of death comes as part of self knowledge, and confers power.

The owl has wisdom: it is the wisdom of the feminine, of which men are afraid, that deep wisdom that sees by night in the darkness.

Blodwed tells the story of life, of how we go through transformation after transformation, to become fully human. The true store has been lost and must be written again and retold. This painting, the Owl Woman, shows the true story and this story must be retold.

Now I am surrounded by soft feathers and find myself in a cave, and we are bats, hanging from the ceiling of a cave. We close our wings around us and go into deep dreaming, hanging upside down (like babies before birth), we into the darkness, the deep, deep darkness of the void. And the vision is a desert that is rocky and barren, and you are an old man that is wizened with white hair. You look very like an aboriginal man; you've little thin legs and a garment that is a piece of cloth wrapped round you and thrown over your shoulder. But the thing is this staff you've got! You have a lot of vigour even though you are quite frail. But this staff is amazing! It is carved with the lines going around it and there are points where the carvings seem to burst out like suns, like a map of the universe, or the map of galaxies in the universe. The staff is large and quite thick, and you are simply walking across this area in the desert. You can see which way to go as footprints appear in front of you before you put your foot in them. You are going to a special place and eventually come to a huge rock, in which is a cave. As you start moving into the tunnel, I can see carvings on the walls. Your staff is the exact width of the tunnel, and you hold the staff out, horizontally in front of you at a certain level, and it seems to fit itself into a groove and just flows down into the earth, just touching the walls of the tunnel. There is some magic in this that I don't know. There, in the centre of a big cave you come into, are a lot of people. They are seated round the walls, and the cave is full of stalactites and stalagmites. The whole cave is full of these pillars and they are all carved. Exquisite these carvings, (I am getting shivers). The men sitting around this cave are of many different races, and are not of this planet. They are strange creatures, though many are like the drawings from Egypt. And they say, "Ah, the Staff Master has come." You go to the centre of the cave where there is a large rock and you place your staff inside it where there is a deep hollow. Immediately a humming begins like the humming of thousands of bees, almost a thrumming like the engines starting on a ship, as if something is about to take off. You are seated and a voice says, "Let the sounding begin". The sound is like the Om of creation. It has such an amazing cadence that sound, like something so familiar to me, though I have never knowingly heard it before. It is like the sounds of home, if that makes sense. Everyone starts to speak and you are asked how you are feeling and you say you are tired, you say you want to not wander on the face of the earth anymore, that the people you meet and the things you see, sadden you and that you want to go home.

You want to return to the stars and as you say that, I sense you are asking if you may, and they are saying, "no way Jose! " They say to you," Where are you on your staff, on your story". This is a story staff, a story in the patterns, carved interlocking patterns. You look at the staff and know you are only halfway. There is a pool of water at the base of a rock in this cave, from which comes a spring. There is a small channel from where the water is pouring which is shiny like copper. There is green verdigris at the top where the water comes out and falls down into the pool. I'm fascinated by this water.

The same time you are doing the ceremony in the place of the Magi, you are also doing it in the cave, which might be in Australia. Someone is pouring water for you from a jug into a bowl. You go to drink, and lift it to your lips, but as you do so it drops through your fingers and pours down your chest. You sort of collapse on the ground sobbing. It is very strange to see an old man sobbing.

Now there is a being in front of you, whose face is that of a hawk, like the Egyptian Horus. His hair is sticking up like straw at the back, and it looks like he is wearing a mask, but he's not, it's real. You obviously revere this being and say, "I am not worthy to drink this water" (because you know the water is so powerful). This being asks you why not, though already knows. You say you've broken the rules and your vow, because you have thought wrong thoughts. Apparently, the vow or rules by which you live, means always thinking in certain way, and you say you have transgressed, because you wanted to give up, you wanted to go home. This is why you feel you're not worthy to drink the water of life.

This hawk like being says, 'then let there be trial by fire". You go to the fire,and know you have to put your hands in the fire and hold them there. You do so, but you're ok; you just feel life stirring in your hands. Everyone there knew you hadn't transgressed and that the judgement was self imposed. Something happens to you when your hands are in the fire. There is new life; the fire is giving your hands life.

At this point someone hands you your staff again and you turn around and walk out of the cave, up the steep rock slope and out into the open desert. You are feeling very much renewed and set off again across the rocky waste.

When you died, your staff actually dematerialised, it faded away. I can see it just fade into nothingness, but I do sense that it is there now; that you can just reach out and pick it up at any time. Perhaps it needs to be bought back again into form.

R "Is there on the Story Staff, the story of mankind, the story of man and woman, and the magical key?"

B It's not quite like that, but almost. It is what you do with the staff, that tells the story. It is about sound. You play it. The sound that comes from the staff creates the story of mankind, the myth. In a sense the story is already there, carved on the staff, but it is not as simple as that, because what we are dealing with here is high magic, and I haven't the understanding of this. It is high magic. The Staff was actually carved by women and then hardened by some unknown process into something black like ebony. I don't know how this was achieved, but the staff is so magical, that when it is placed in a hole in the ground, it creates the hum, the sound of creation. There are few beings on earth that can hear this sound, let alone create it.

This magic is so beyond anything we touch. It is not even conceived of on this planet, we are such a long way from it! The one place where this magic comes into existence, is in orgasm, the vibration that people make in orgasm. Two people in truth, in true love. But these two people have to be equal, in energy, in oscillation, in power, to create that sound. There is a qualifying statement; that only now, at this point in the evolution of the planet, can this be achieved. It may be high magic, but it is also so easy. It needs just the touch of a feather; that's what it is all about, delicacy.

Allow yourself to move from the power of love within you, deep within your sexual core; follow that. This is the magic, the light, the force which creates. This magic which we hold within us, whether we call it kundalini or tantra or serpent power, is the magic which is only in flesh. It is really important to be in flesh. I am really seeing the deep mystery here, the mystery that is in flesh. It is the ultimate magic! There are things being done through the body that cannot be done anywhere else in the universe. It is absolute magic and mystery, just pure magic. I don't have words for this. We have been conditioned for millennia, that flesh is not important, and thus the senses are also not important.

R So regarding the masculine fear of the feminine, how does one deal with this. What is to be done?

B Men are holding back from women, because when they put themselves forward, they put their very life essence forward, just as the penis comes forward. The fear is, that it will be cut off, and this fear is a fear of loss; for without it there is nothing, it is unthinkable, just a nothingness, going into a pit of nothingness. This is a matter of life and death, which means death. They could die: and the death is not just dying but going into real void, total nothingness. So in a sense, it is to invite death by coming forward.

R But what happened. Why isn't it joyous?

B This is it isn't it? This is the core? When man becomes one with woman in orgasm, he becomes a woman. This is the great fear; that by becoming one with That Which Is, he will loose his boundry, his sense of self, his ego? Until man can feel with his heart and feel and think with his body, he will experience this uniting orgasm, as death. To the mind, to the brain it is like death. Does that make sense? It is death to the brain, death to the way he thinks. While man thinks with his brain, to enter into woman is death to his thinking. This is why the story of Blodwed has been changed in the way it has. To men who are in their heart, it is not a problem, they can enter fully into orgasm, it is not death to them. Roche, the brain is not natural!

R So have things been deliberately interfered with? If so, what is the source of that interference and its intent?

B The intent is to destroy the body, to destroy the great experiment, to destroy the flesh, this wonderful, magical idea, the new renaissance going on. It is to push it back.

R I want to look at the intent, the who and what.

B I am just seeing grey smoke and the word "anti-matter". There are black holes in the universe where everything is sucked in. Its like a monster sucking life in. I'm looking at this force and feeling absolute terror. It's greedy and....I don't like to use this word.... evil. It is dark. Every bit of me is in horror. It is horror! terror!.. to all life.

R What do we need to do to have victory over this terror, this anti- matter, to vanquish it?

B The answer to your question is beauty, is love. These are such feeble words compared to what I am understanding here. This is so big; it is on the universal scale. Yet at some point beyond this tremendous love and magic, this awful evilness is but they are somehow one thing. That's what I find difficult to comprehend.

We have to go back to the origin of things to understand this.There is a world here that is pale blue where nothing exists; absolutely nothing. There is no sound, no feeling, The nearest to any way I can describe it, is pale blue, It is total void without form, without light, without laughter, without sound; Nothing moves here, there is nothing, nothing. I can't even be frightened of this void, or happy for it, there is totally nothing.

Suddenly into this void comes a huge man on horseback with huge horns! Do you remember the red horseman in "The Fisher King", the thing that was chasing him all the time? This being bursts through a rip like a parting in this nothingness, and came through, as if from another dimension. If Satan actually exists, then this is who this would be like, the embodiment of life, of fire, but not evil as we think of evil. This is will detached from love, will without heart. And I have to follow this red horseman back through the crack in the universe, and I see this is the Archangel Michael, one of the angels of form, of creation. I am certainly seeing him in a different way than is normally portrayed! This is the force that creates form, and this force is actual orgasm. This is where we go back to the beginning of all things, that created worlds. When you have orgasm on earth, (between two soul hearts that are equal in power), blessed things happen in the universe. So creation is happening here on earth, orgasmic energy creates new worlds.

Man is created in the image of God and in one sense this is true, but orgasm was already there, orgasm being the coming together of two forces, two beings, two oscillations. But what I am trying to grapple with here, is an understanding coming through, that flesh is first and not last. It has been made to be the least, but it was here first, at the very beginning. I just don't know how to put what I'm seeing into words. I am following the horseman and he is taking us to paradise, a beautiful land. There are hills and dales, rivers and trees. I am just watching, and this land is alive, breathing. It's a woman's body! He is showing me creation itself, this is what I am looking at, and behind this paradise is a giant egg, a giant ovum, the feminine, and the red horseman emerging like a sperm from the egg. This is only the potential; this is the magic that is being made, the alchemy. She created thought, she created "angels" to manifest her universe, her thoughts. She thinks and things come into being. This huge egg, I'm seeing, throbbing with life, is the universe. It's as if she has created maleness to go out and create form. This is the red horseman. I'm asking him to take us back, take us through further to see if there is anything else.

I'm asking to see what orgasm is and he says, "Nuclear fission". This is the soul of the heart. This level of creative fission only occurs when specific individuals come together of high intensity and equal power. I'm finding this very scary because the cosmic level of creation is not somewhere out there, but here, and everywhere. The whole universe is within us! but it's so big, so vast!.... I'm seeing something else too: it's the importance of now, orgasm now with soul halves coming together, This is the important bit: we are creating something which has never been created before! We are become as Gods, creating a new universe. But we are caught in what looks like a bottle neck, and have to come through it, because God doesn't know what the next thing is. We are creating it on this planet, you and me and our children! So what is happening here is that we are changing the universe, changing creation almost. No wonder all these different beings are here watching what is happening on earth! No wonder it is so difficult and important people coming together, because the anti life force is stopping this, it is that resistant. It has been going on for thousands and thousands of years, yet we are only just working it out, and we are fighting free aren't we?

But what would be the ultimate aim of these evil holes of horror, in negating and destroying life? Or what does this force want so much, it would be prepared to destroy all life to get? In a sense, to destroy life, would confer ultimate power, a way of having that.

The one thing missing that we haven't talked about is love. We don't know what it is, really what it is. Well I am just feeling total joy and light coming in beams. Sunlight and joy, beams of energy pulsating through my body, but coming from somewhere else. It is the energy in the universe in a sense, the oscillation. It is not the red horseman or the egg, but actually that which gives that egg, that huge ovum ecstasy. Love is the force that creates ecstasy in matter. It also creates ecstasy in other energy forms, not just in matter, in emotion, for example. Love is a force that creates ecstasy in matter,

But what happens to anti-matter with love, is that it totally dissolves it. It can't live in love, it disappears. Anti-matter fears love more than anything. Love comes in waves, it is always there, it is everywhere but we shut it out of the energy field of the body. We shut out the exquisite wave form of love on every level, but most especially the heart. The heart is the power of the body; the heart is the centre that makes all decisions. It is the warrior. When we shut love out from the heart, it shuts it out from all of the body, the sexual centre, solar plexus, and the third eye. The heart is the co-ordinator of all of those and does their bidding; it comes out in front of all the others.

R So is the door to unlocking the gate of heaven, related to surrendering our fear of love, surrendering ourselves, giving up our fearful identity?

B What I'm seeing and hearing is that that is a step in the right direction, but the gates to heaven is ecstasy.

R: But why do we think we don't deserve it. What makes us so scared?

B We are just so stupid aren't we?

R But it still happens, we are talking about being stuck, about being jammed in a bottle neck.

B: The gates of heaven are bliss and ecstasy; I can see it so clearly. So what do we need to do? Forgive and open. But I know that through forgiveness I've got to look at all those things that need to be forgiven and that is going to be horrendous. My immediate reaction is that I don't think I am not going to be able to do this, to see those things, I don't know whether I can do this.

R Do you have to do this on your own, can you ask for help, some kind of divine grace to see you through that easily and quickly?

B But what happens to anti matter is that it totally dissolves it. It cannot exist in the presence of love, it disappears. Anti matter fears love more than anything, and seeks to destroy emotion and flesh. Love is definitely a force or energy, it's what is called the Holy Spirit in the bible. I can definitely feel it coming in lovely waves. It is there all the time, available to us all the time.

I am looking at what happens to people. We block it and shut it out from our energy fields, especially from our hearts. When we shut it out from our own energy fields, we also shut it out from the energy field of the planet. The heart is actually the power in the body, it does everything. It is the heart that makes decisions. Our heart is the co-ordinator of everything, sexuality, the solar plexus, the mind, the third eye. It does the bidding of all the other senses.

B Yes, it is love. It is just flowing through me totally. It is here in the air, all around me. It is just like an undulating current, present all the time and everywhere in the world and beyond. It comes directly into my energy fields and each charka reacts. My heart feels it first.

You are the holder of the story staff Roche, and until you complete the true story, you may not put the staff down, because in the court of the Magi before God was created, you vowed you would take the staff and complete the story.

PILLAR Of FIRE

This is an oil painting which is about 5ft by 3ft 6in. painted in 1998. It was the first painting where I had used orange and saffron, and it preceded an 'orange phase' which lasted two years. When I origionally started painting in 1978, (The Fairy Child), my palette was blue, mauves and green. It took 4 years before I used red at all, and another 16, to get to orange.

'The Pillar of Fire' is named from a book called 'Arachne', when the girl heroine becomes enveloped with creative fire, becoming immortal, which excited the rage and jealousy of the Gods.

The following is a clairvoyant reading on the painting by Bahli Mans Morris, who is both a psychic and visionary.

PILLAR OF FIRE

Aah, she's beautiful, ...so gorgeous. She is just perfection isn't she? Just pure fire.

I am lost for words. In her hands is almost a fiery dove, she's wrapping her hands around. What was it called in the desert when John the Baptist baptised Jesus, when the dove descended? The Holy Eucharist, the Annunciation, that's it, it feels like that, like she is being baptised almost by fire, by the fiery dove..

Almost in her agony she is creating bliss, as if her bliss is so exquisite, it is agony.

Out of her mouth comes sound, and her sound is creating fire, creating a universe.

Different parts of the image come and go. There is so much heat around her head, tremendous fire. She knows everything, doesn't she? There is nothing she doesn't know! And that's only a little part of her. Yet she is so shy, sweet, and so tender.

She draws in everything to her as well as giving it out, she does both. She draws in the sun, the universe, everything to her, and yet she is it at the same time. She has not been seen before, somehow, I just haven't got words..

I can feel she is complete in herself, She's totally complete and perfect. I can see her moving, actually breathing and moving!

Now I am going into the deep cave, I'm entering her. The sides of the cave are like silk, and are jewelled. And that wonderful pearl that is there, feels like a pearl, but it is a woman cloaked isn't it? Feels like a woman with a cloak around her. There is also a hawk, and snake here in the cave.

As I walk into the cave I see a fire in the centre, and above the fire is a bird, a Phoenix. It is a Phoenix, with beautiful red feathers and flame-blue feathers. It's just burning, the bird is burning. It doesn't move, it doesn't turn to ashes, it just stays there.

As I stand in front of the Phoenix, it turns its head and looks at me. It wants to speak; to talk about something. From its head comes a wonderful sort of plumage. The plumage is magenta, like smoky fire; and it says, "I AM THE BIRD OF DEATH. ENTER ME AND YOU WILL DIE TO EVERYTHING YOU ARE. YOU WILL BE TRANSFORMED, YOU WILL BECOME THE PHOENIX, YOU WILL BECOME IMMORTAL"

This bird is also like a snake, the rainbow serpent, the plumed serpent, because I can see the long tail of the serpent coming out of the cave and going off into the world.

The Phoenix wants me to look into the fire, to become part of the phoenix, that flame, that colour. This colour I can feel! I can both smell and feel it in a different way than I've done before. It is wafting through different shades of blues, violets and magentas. Each colour seems to have a total life of itself, is a whole world in itself. I just don't have words to describe it. The colours open up totally new worlds, that have not been explored. They are totally virgin worlds in many ways, but have always been there. I get the sense they are pure, and people of earth don't seem to know about their existance. That's what I mean when I say they haven't been explored. They are new, a bit like entering the Elysian fields, the great paradise.

And the Phoenix bird wants me to climb into the fire, to become itself, to burn. But I don't know if I can, because I know I'll never be the same again. It is such a total!....Its being willing to be transformed totally by fire isn't it? Suddenly, before I am willing, I can see images beside and behind me, of women who have burnt in the past, who have died through fire not of their own choosing. These images are here, but are almost joyously going to that death, to be transformed by fire, almost as if they wanted or needed to do that..

It's not so much scary, it's just being willing to be transformed. Does one dare be so transformed? It's a totally new experience, but dare I do it? When I say I, I don't mean I, you understand. It is I and everyone else. There are not words, it is a totally sensual experience, which one can only experience it in sound and colour and perfume. It is a total experience I'm being asked to go into. My life would be transformed forever, Roche, this world too. It is not just in my head, feelings and ideas, the painting is going to transform me physically, and every cell will be transformed. Am I willing to be totally transformed? That's the question isn't it. "Am I willing to be totally transformed by fire?" And suddenly I can see images from beside and behind me of women who have had to burn in the past, who have died through fire, not by their choosing. Although they are from the past, they are here, around this painting. They are almost joyously going to that death, to be transformed by fire, almost as if they wanted or needed to do that.

So it really is transforming isn't it? It's being willing to step into life and become creation itself, become one with life.

I'm feeling the volcanic fire power in the earth, the magnum. It is inside here within me, the incredible power that is in the earth, is really here within me. I have exactly the same amount of power that is in the earth; not less, as much as. So fire is really transforming. It is really being willing to step into life isn't it, and become creation itself, become one with life?

And my body is not the same anymore, it has gone away and is just flames spiralling up and around. I feel like I am the sun in the universe, and the phoenix is laughing and I want to follow that laughter, follow the phoenix which is flying now. I can do anything I want; I am not limited by time or space or anything. I can do anything, as I think so it is!

I can smell the wind, it smells like blue though it can change colour, it smells like turquoise and blue It is full of knowledge, it holds knowledge in it somehow, and it has a voice which tells us everything.

I just can't sit still looking at the orange in this picture; it is so jiggley, so sparkly. It's got music, it's got sound, it's got rhythm. It wants to talk about the rhythms of life. She is so sexual! But when people start beginning to get sexual, they get frightened, it brings shame and fear, and people can't cope with it. This picture rips away the shields, all the negative conditioning from childhood and religion, tears down all the conventions, the lies and the disgracing, all the misappropriations.

This is for lovers, for people need to be in that situation to appreciate this picture and these words. We have been conditioned as children to feel ashamed of our bodies, our nakedness and our sexuality. "The Pillar of Fire" is like the Universe, like the spiral of the Universe. She is so many things at the same time. She is both the still point within, and yet at the same time, is spiralling everything into creation.

THE MERMAID

The Mermaid was painted in Devon in summer1999. The medium is oil paints on canvas. I'd been waiting a long while to paint a mermaid and one day got up, saw the image and painted it, completed it in a few hours, and there it was. I'd often made life-size reclining mermaids in sand sculptures on the seashore, trusting that when the sea came to reclaim the sand mermaid, she would become real. I've had many dreams of being underwater and not having to come up for air. This could be embryonic memory or maybe in multi dimensioned reality, memory of being a mermaid.

I have a friend who is both a clairvoyant and visionary and have had accurate readings with her for a period of twenty years. She has done a reading on each painting, and these are being published with the paintings under the title of 'Clairvoyancing the Art' Here is the reading given for the Mermaid.

THE MERMAID

That smile! She is so sensual and satisfied. So that's what it is about the mermaid. She is so safe and confident and showing us her body, isn't she? And that gorgeous hair like flame. The fish, are like water cats aren't they, she's almost stroking them. She is very cat-like herself, very pussycat. How can you have flame underwater? She is just gorgeous reclining on that shell like Venus before she came to land. It takes me back to a source inside me.

There are almost no words about her, she's just pure feeling. She is all about feeling and sensuality, like water in motion; emotion. There just aren't that many words about her. It is more like I'm having a direct experience with her, of who I was before coming into form. I can't find words.

The fish look like they are in ecstacy being stroked. I've never seen fish stroked, so sensual and lovely. She looks almost like she is lying on silk. She is like Venus to me, so unbelievably beautiful, like silky water, pure silk.

Her smile! What happened to make her smile like that? She is just so bodily and sensual, She is not words at all. I can't stop looking at her, I just want to sit and look. She is so complete, perhaps that is why I can find no words; she feels complete, is just there.

She is definitely underwater. There are no words here, it is all about feelings, sensations and movement. What an amazing thing to have achieved with a picture, I just keep saying there are no words, I feel so whole so complete looking at her. I have no need to speak at all. But isn't that like the element of water? We lose focus, it just goes! we dissolve. What has happened to my brain? I just want to be where I am, I don't want to be anywhere else, and speech takes you somewhere else.

This picture gives me the feeling of wholeness, of not needing anything, of just feeling myself physically, every part of me, moment by moment. She doesn't need anything, she is so happy in herself. There is something of that in the fire painting, the Pillar of Fire, but very very different. The fire painting reaches out, but the Mermaid is not reaching out at all, she is just experiencing and nothing else is necessary. She has completely hypnotised me.

Aah, I absolutely adore it, there is nothing else to say, but that she is just beautiful. It is total enjoyment and feeling, without words. She is just lovely. She brings a lot of happiness and peace to my whole body. "And God created woman". And there she is!

SUMMARY OF FOUR PAINTINGS TOGETHER (See them here)

Dragon's Eye, Pillar of Fire, Ecstasy, the Mermaid, it is the earth, fire, air and water elements of creation. It is a way of seeing and describing the elements in a way they have not been looked at before. "Dragon's eye" is certainly earth. There is a strong feeling of them wanting to be together, like a process or something, they go together, talk together, belong together. You can feel the interaction between them all.

They are such amazingly powerful paintings, Roche, the elements are just so different. The fire, the flame, and the water. This one (Pillar of Fire), the winds, woosh, and yet she is the earth too. When I look at the "Dragon's Eye" (the earth), I see her, the mountains and the rocks. You just feel the earth's body, don't you? You just want to stroke her really. She is so bounteous, so passionate, and yet she is almost warrior like in that passion, she is challenging you, she calls for a response that is so different from the mermaid. There are just no words for these paintings, they are so eloquent in themselves. I can't get out of the colours and the shapes, and the link I have with the sensation of what they are saying, anything that comes to my mouth seems pointless, irrelevant.

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