“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.” -Rumi
You attract what you are. It is important that you examine your own life, and choose a healing path when necessary. Otherwise, you are prone to counterproductive repetitive behaviour, and you may project your pain on to other people. You attract what you are. So, try to make you the best you, so that you can attract some real people and real love.
Define who you are. There is a point in life when one realizes that they have the power to change and to move mountains and to shift dynamics. So, define who you are. Write it down and practice being You. If you do not define who you are, someone else will do it for you. Do you really want that?
What is your healing ritual going to be?
Please share if you’d like. Peace and Love…. off to see:
P.S. Dear Maulana Karenga, I am making the 7 principles a part of my daily ritual. I’d like to thank you for creating Kwanzaa. It makes me feel alive and it is helping me to heal from the past. I am better today. Peace and love.
Working on the “invisible” me so that the “visible” me can be better.
Like the Sun, I rise. poetry… coming soon.
Shila Iris
We stay swarming, so, watch out, you might get stung…
“So tell me Slim what you wanna do
When you know I’m in love wit you
Every time that I turn around
Look for you but you can’t be found
Fly free baby fine wit me
I’m in love wit a bumble bee
Ooh Slim, boy you killing me
But you so sweet to me”
Join the Queen Team- let your natural beauty show. No fillers, no filters, no make-up, no pretending, no adjustments, Just You.
This is who I am. Nothing more, nothing less.
I am Shila Iris
Who is Emily, you might ask? Not even Esperanza knows, but I guess you’ll have to show up to find out. This production is sure to be a smashing hit, as Ms. Spalding puts on many hats and presents what we could sort of call her “alter ego.” Are you ready? I am ready! It’s playtime!
Can you pretend to be yourself?
The shows starts at 8:00 pm and tickets range from $20-37. If you haven’t seen her live, this would be a good opportunity to experience her wonderful jazzy majesties. She is stunning in character and in talent, and I am all about her exploration of the many dimensions inside of herself. Peace and love sista soul. Can’t wait to experience you.
I am Shila. Peace and blessings.
Today I asked my co-worker, who is 63 years old,
“Do you remember the song, “Cool Like Dat?
It was by a group called Digable Planets, and it had this amazing baseline?”
She replied, “YESSSSSSS! Of course I remember! I loved that song!”
After laughing and loving the fact that she actually remembered this ultra dope song from the 90s, I told her that I was going to see a band tonight with one of the groups members. She got excited!
Well, the group came and went from 1990-1995, and then again between 2005-2011, but since, the members have done a few artistic projects on their own. Tonight in Cleveland, one of its members will be performing in his duo, Shabazz Palaces at Mahall’s in Lakewood, Ohio, which is 5-10 minutes west of Cleveland. Check out Ishmael “Butterfly” Butler aka Palaceer and Tendai “Baba” Maraire as they introduce us to “experimental hip-hop.”
Come rock with me. Tickets are only $14 at the door or through will call. Doors open at 8:30 pm, and show starts shortly after at 9 pm. Let’s have fun ya’ll !!!!!
Swerve!!!!
This is the type of music that gets me high!
Naturally,
Shila Iris
Queen
Black Widow
OsiRis RiSinG
In the library book display, I also highlighted several others for breaking records and leaving everlasting memories: The Wailers, Peter Tosh, Chuck Berry, Thelonious Monk, Augustus Pablo, The Neville Brothers, Jimi Hendrix, Art Blakey, The Treacherous Three, Whitney Houston,TLC, Tupac, DJ Kool Herc, Chaka Khan, Notorious B.I.G., Miles Davis, Esperanza Spalding, Kool & the Gang, Marvin Gaye, Run-D.M.C., Aretha Franklin, Max Roach, Quincy Jones, Cootie Williams, the wonderful Terence Blanchard, and the list goes on and on and on… One Love!
Black Music Month is undertow, and this year I’d like to salute, brother Bob Marley for his ability to transcend the every day ills directed at people of African descent. I could have just as easily saluted Sun Ra, Yabby You, Augustus Pablo, Fela Anikulapo-Kuti, or Nina Simone. They all elevated, with grace, and love, and the desire to be FREEEEEEE! Let’s get liberated in the music. I call it FREEDOM MUSIC. So, I give praise to all the artists who tell their stories, the griots, who loosen and tighten our heart strings with beautiful melodies.
Why we must celebrate:
Most jazz critics have been white American’s, but most important jazz musicians have not been. This might seem a simple enough reality to most people, or at least a reality which can be readily explained in terms of the social and cultural history of American society. And it is obvious why there are only two or three fingers’ worth of Negro critics or writers on jazz … usually the critic’s commitment was first to his appreciation of the music rather than to his understanding of the attitude which produced it. The difference meant that the potential critic of jazz had only to appreciate the music, or what he thought was the music…
Leroi Jones, 1961…
nonetheless,
Although Jones aka Baraka wrote this decades ago, the same can be said about Black music today, we aren’t our own critics! The world we live in has been crafted in such a way that we can’t even own our music, moreover, be the primary critics of our own sounds. We hope for the day when we can have full control over what we produce, and this is why I believe that BLACK Music Month is necessary!!!!!! Our ancestors shouted and hollered in the fields because it was one of the few areas of human expression available to them. In 2015, Black music still evolves. We continue to produce the wonderful sounds of glory, and we get more and more creative as the years go by. Artists like Michael Jackson, Prince, and even Beyonce have battled for the rights to their own music. The fight goes on and the music will live forever!
Since the first time I heard her voice, I have been in love with the sound of her. I don’t care how she looks, or how she wears her hair. I don’t care how crazy they say she is, or how many kids, I just love to hear her speak. I see myself reflected in her eyes, and I get weak. Her art is ministry. Her words are from the most high, she is god. And sometimes, I kneal, for, I am thankful for the gift of her experiences, revealed, through her poetic verses, Lauryn Hill… I hear you, as your soul transitions into happiness, keep blessing the best of us. I hear my ancestors speak through you, triumphant woman of the moon, peace to you.
It’s national poetry month ya’ll… Selah… and then he came…
Nothing can be done against the truth
No matter how we remain in denial, yeah
Wasting time, replacing time
With each empty excuse
But that’ll only work a little while…
Coping with despair
Knowing you’re not there
Ashamed to just admit I’ve been a fool
So I blame it on the sun
Run away from everyone
Hoping to escape this ridicule
Trapped in misery
Wrapped so miserably in this deception I wear it like a skin
Dying to maintain, oh I keep trying to explain
A heart that never loved me to begin
Oh I’m such a mess, I have no choice but to confess
That I’ve been desperately trying to belong
Lying to myself and everybody else
Refusing to admit my right was wrong
And then he came, selah
Oh and it means praise and meditation
And then he came, selah
Oh and it means, did ya think about that
And then he came, selah
Oh and it means, praise and meditation
And then he came, selah
Oh and it means that it is sieved
How beautiful his fruits, still in denial of its roots
My guilty heart behaved so foolishly
This treason from within that reasons with my sin
Won’t be happy til it sees the death of me
Selfishly addicted to a life that I’ve depicted
Conflicted cause it’s not reality
Oh what’s left of me, I beg you desperately,
Cause me to agree but what I know is best for me
Please save me from myself
I need you, save me from myself
Please save me from myself so I can heal
The choices that I make, oh have been nothing but mistakes
What a wasted use of space
Should I die before I wake?
In all of my religion, I’ve fortified this prison
Obligated to obey the demands of bad decision
Please save me from myself
I need you to save me from myself
Please save me from myself so I can heal
And then he came, selah
Oh and it means praise and meditation
And then he came, selah
Oh and it means did ya think about that
And then he came, selah
Oh and it means meditation
And then he came, selah
Oh and it means that it is sealed
And then he came
And then he came, then he came, then he came
And then he
And then he came
PRAISE & MEDITATION
-Shila
P.S. Nothing can be done against the truth.
Use poetry to tap into your ROOTs.
Let the true spirit of your ancestors, shine through.
Our people were scattered into the desert, across the sea, over and away from their homeland; and they have forgotten how to recognize themselves. We will wake up. -shila
I am an artist with a mission. That mission is to always be about uplifting people of African descent, and to be instrumental in the restoration of our true identity. This is why artists like Saul Williams inspire me:
“I am the streets
The white lines only separate me from me
You hydroplane in false god’s name and still crash into me
Sign and tree; mountainside; guard rail; into the sea
They thought they stole you from my arms then carried you to me
Here’s the key: DNA encoded in a beat
White rocks in a vial, nigga, ain’t got nothin’ on me
Bitch I’m free, ask these editors at MTV
Far as they know, they’re publishing some new school poetry
Let it be
Cause even that will do to turn the key
Doorways into other worlds, the truth shall set you free
You are me, I am you, but also I’m he
Shepherd of a bastard flock that grazes in the streets… ”– from DNA by S.W.
Every day, I am a poet. I have been writing since I was 7.
Sometimes my words rhyme, but most often I use free verse.
From free verse, came the rise of spoken word poetry.
Many artists have chosen this form as their primary means of communicating.
Try it. It can be quite liberating.
SAUL BOOKS:
If you are in Northeast Ohio, tomorrow, April 15, Saul Williams will be reading at MOCA and then performing at the Grog Shop. If you attend the MOCA event for $12, you can get into the Grog for $10. Of course advance purchases are better, because you save a few dollars. Check him out. I’ve seen him at least 4 times, in different cities, and I really dig him because each performance is different. He is fully committed and true to his art form and that is admirable.
SAUL CDs and MOVIES
Peace and love. I am OSiRis RiSinG
In a trance in the this space… 
Dreamless sleep
refreshing, sometimes
not to think
Just lay, in peace
and listen to the sound of my heart beating
thumping,
Mind free of matter
Body free of desire
All I have is ______
In this space,
I am wicked, spinning,
three sheets to the wind
awakening
In this bed,
on the clouds,
brown linens, the earth
gathering my wetness
I am breathing in,
exhaling, stretching,
Opening my eyes,
I see
you.
Together, we climb into the night
PEACE
Are you ready?
THE LYRICS:
People climbed into the night like space suits
People stepped into the night like moon boots
Marching like moon troops
In their zoot colored zoot suits
People climbed into the night like cool wells
Shiney bottles in their hands
Drinking their new selves
They say it’s their true selves
People climbed up in the night like green trees
They were hanging from the night like green leaves
Buzzing like queen bees
People climbed into the night like space suits
People stomped inside the night
Stomping and stomping and stomping and stomping and stomping
Where are they going?
What’s the rush?
Everybody in the place was so out of touch
Hey
Night-time is when the things get heavy
You feel alone and you want somebody
Loneliness whispers desperate measures
And your frantic all by yourself
Night-time is when the things get heavy
You feel alone and you want somebody
Loneliness whispers desperate measures
Baby don’t make no fast moves
Baby don’t make no fast moves
Baby don’t make no fast moves
Baby don’t make no fast moves- Tonight
La La La [humming…]
People stomped inside the night
Let me climb into the night…
Let me climb…
[vamp to fade]
i am S hi la
Blessed up!
I’m sitting here, in the master bedroom, fighting my allergies with holy basil tea. Taking this journey to a higher place with Alice, and her spiritual muse Swami Satchidananda…
In this space, I’m not ready to leave. I read, comparing my notes, opening my eyes and ears, I breath. I’m learning, I can feel my body coming alive. My mind, my heart, I’m turning…
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFDiXszQeVY&list=PL2153297922D1E9C8
… into my elevated SELF. Leaving this realm for the next, herbs help me to relax. I transform into a panther, long, black, I’m swift, experiencing trials, I’m running the last mile, the last stretch, to get back. This love for life is intense. Won’t you journey with me?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BqkVeytyifM
Peace and love, let your blessings manifest adjacent to your righteousness.
OSiris RiSinG
He is the River Nile
The soil around him is fer tile
he is steady planting seeds
and watering them with my juices
his trees bear the fruit of me
on the branches I rest majestically
I call out to Pharaoh,
my divine King
when he’s in between
things are Exactly what they seem
His greatness creates streams,
that run through me
becoming rivers
flowing around my canals
and ravines
his Ebony mysteries,
prophetic history
prepares me for storms,
and extremes
When the floods come,
I am safe
surrounded by the aura of his grace
Protected by his Strength
I am goddess queen to this god
he studies the sun, the moon
and the stars
making calculated moves
he lives the truth and
bequeaths it to me
I live in his pyramid
Kushite to Meroë
temple to tomb
downriver to Timbuktu
across the Sahara
honorably,
we stand in our own reflections
wanting less, needing nothing
but the presence of the person in the moment
respect
Long Live the King in Me!
Queen OSiRis
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Stevie Wonder’s song, Happy Birthday, was one of the forces responsible for rallying support to make Martin Luther King Jr’s birthday a national holiday. This is a very important part of history that is sometimes overlooked. Art has often influenced political change. There were many people who fought alongside Martin, including artists, even after his death. I’d like to remember other social activists of that time, and some who came after. When I think of Martin, I think of many names including: EL HAJJ MALIK EL SHABBAZZ MALCOLM X CORETTA SCOTT KING MARTIN DELANEY LORRAINE V HANSBERRY NAT KING COLE CONSTANCE BAKER MOTLEY ROY WILKINS W.E.B. DUBOIS FRANTZ FANON JAMES FORMAN ELIJAH MUHAMMAD RICHARD WRIGHT RAY CHARLES JACKIE ROBINSON HARRY BELAFONTE ASA PHILIP RANDOLPH WHITNEY YOUNG JR JAMES B PARSONS OTIS M SMITH JAMES H MEREDITH KENNETH B CLARK FRED SHUTTLESWORTH MEDGAR W EVERS ROBERT C WEAVER LENA HORNE JAMES BALDWIN EDWARD J DWIGHT JR MUHAMMAD ALI BILL COSBY EDWARD KENNEDY DUKE ELLINGTON KWAME TURE STOKELY CARMICHAEL ARETHA FRANKLIN LANGSTON HUGHES JAMIL ABDULLAH AL AMIN H RAP BROWN THURGOOD MARSHALL GIL SCOTT HERON ELLA FITZGERALD ROBERT NESTA BOB MARLEY and finally, MARCUS GARVEY, who came before this time, but inspired every Black freedom fighter of the 20th Century. The story of this 3rd Monday in January, is very deep. So start digging! The answers can empower you. I am sure you have many other names to add to this list. Ase (Yoruba for, “it is so”)!
“If you are going to speak to the people, you gotta be the people.” –Chuck D
On December 12, 1963, two very important books were published: Why We Can’t Wait, by Dr. King, and The Wretched of the Earth by Frantz Fanon, a Martinique-born psychiatrist. Both books made history. King’s book came about from his Letter from Birmingham Jail, written on April 16, 1963, and Fanon’s book was known as “the Bible of the oppressed.” These are books that every activists or American of African descent should read. They are enlightening and uplifting and help to pave the way. They are relevant to this day, this hour, and this moment.
Lastly, across the world, a lot of us attended MLK programs today. I really hope that we all took the time out to listen to the messages and reflect on our history. I’ve noticed that when I attend events, fewer people are concerned about internalizing the messages and taking notes so that we can create plans and blueprints. It seems that it is more about recording videos and taking pictures/selfies and posting them to social media networks, and less about actively participating in the MOMENT. Listening and engaging is becoming a lost art. I truly heart the idea of clandestine behavior as a method to organizing for change; and I support Gil Scott-Heron’s notion that the REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED. We should try engaging on a different level. That means that we can’t give it all away, by attempting to share every move that we make. Mystery is a lost art as well. We must focus on what’s in our faces. We cannot possibly be performing at our best, holding phones, trying to document ourselves at every event. That job is for videographers and photographers. Let us play our part, by actively listening. No one needs to know that you were there, you know, and that is most important. Let’s think deeply, study, and plan:
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers on the instant replay
There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down
Brothers on the instant replayThere will be no pictures of Whitney Young
Being run out of Harlem on a rail with a brand new process
There will be no slow motion or still life of Roy Wilkins
Strolling through Watts in a red, black and green
Liberation jumpsuit that he had been saving
For just the proper occasion -Gil Scott-Heron
Peace and love,
OSiRis RiSinG
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.” – Rumi
we lay in this field of lavender and silently stirred our desires. his kisses taste like the sweet smell. nature aroused us. electric fingers touched the surfaces of my femininity. the confidence of his manhood carved out reasons for me to give in, but it was honesty that made me release. he didn’t promise me anything. he made no attempts to win me over. he made no excuses for his past. he loved even those, who he had lost. his mind was mature, aged like sweet wine. his left brain co-mingled with my right brain. he impregnated me with his wisdom. smothered in purple, i was drunk, in the silence of the lavender field. -by Shila Iris
“Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.” – Rumi
Loving the way I feel. Queen OSiRis, I am RiSinG.
Spinning Baduizm today. “This world is so dramatic.”
‘Father, free me from this bondage
Knowin’ my condition is the reason I must changeI just accepted what you said, keepin’ me among the dead
The only way to know is to walk, then learn and grow
But FAITH is not your speed
Oh, you’ve had everyone believeThat you’re the sole authority
Just follow the majority
Afraid to face reality
The system is a jokeOh, you’d be smart to save your soul
Oh, and escape this mind control
You spent your life in sacrifice
To a system for the deadOh, are you sure?
Where is the passion in this living?
Are you sure, it’s God you servin’?
Obligated to a system, getting less than you’re deservingWho made up these schools, I say?
Who made up these rules, I say?
Animal conditioning
Oh, just to keep us as a slave -Lauryn Hill
WE should want to celebrate and uplift Kwanzaa.
WHAT IS KWANZAA? ⇒ A holiday that celebrates Black people and Black culture. It highlights and describes OUR journey in the western hemisphere and our connection to the continent of Africa; and makes projections about what we can do to get back on track. I think it benefits children most because it teaches them about themselves. It’s important to grow up rooted in YOURself. In the spirit of IMANI:
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My gift to you today is: Lauryn Hill’s MTV Unplugged. With this CD, I hope you can find faith in yourself. My favorite song is: I GET OUT. It reminds me of what I left behind in 2014. I woke up many nights, feeling like I was suffocating. I knew that I needed to change my situation. If I stayed, I’d be victimized and used. America teaches me everyday, that I have to get out! I had to remember who I was. I soon learned to HAVE FAITH IN mySELF! I am perfectly imperfect, and I love it! Click here to listen the entire album. Every lyric in I GET OUT is relevant, so I strongly suggest you listen carefully. It applys to personal life as well.
‘I just don’t sympathize no more
‘Cuz now I understand, you just wanna use me
You say love, then abuse me
You never thought you’d loose me
But how quickly we forget that nothin’ is for certainYou thought I’d stay here hurtin’
Your guilt trip’s just not workin’
Repressin’ me to death ‘cuz now I’m choosin’ life, yo
I take the sacrifice, yo, if everything must go, then go
That’s how I choose to live’
In this album, Lauryn is uplifting the principles of Kwanzaa. It is simply about CONNECTING PEOPLE TO THEIR BLACKNESS. We need to be connected to ourselves. As long as we pretend that we do not, we are doomed.
There are many people who are confused about Kwanzaa, including those who practice it. I am not saying this in attempt to draw any emotion from anyone or disregard anyone’s frame of thinking. I am saying it because I really hope that in the future, or right here in the PRESENT, we can all begin to go to the SOURCE for our information. That is what my blog is about. I have grown tired of getting second hand accounts of history, of experiences, of anything! Too often do we try to attack things that we grasp no true understanding of. Do you really get what Kwanzaa is about? A simple internet search will not guarantee you knowledge of KWANZAA. Try reading about it. Try visiting Maulauna Karenga, the Creator of Kwanzaa! He is still alive and practices it every year. I am sure experiencing Kwanzaa with him will change your life! I will be meeting Maulana Karenga soon, and I plan on having a wonderful conversation with him. I am excited.
STOP AND THINK. I see people attacking and misrepresenting Kwanzaa. I wanted to know why. So I began to study it because I didn’t want to be one of those people. My nieces and nephews ask me about it all the time, and I decided that I really want to be able to teach them about it in a holistic fashion, so I read Karenga’s books. It is an AWESOME and AMAZING celebration, created by an AWESOME and AMAZING intellectual. It’s definitely not something to be attacked. It’s something that we should build on. Can we just agree to stop looking OUTSIDE of ourselves for answers? WE are the ANSWER. A lot of the confusion around the holiday, can be resolved or discussed by subscribing to Karenga’s newsletter, reading his books, or traveling to see him speak. It is worth it. Why live in confusion, when the firsthand information is right here, right now?
‘No more compromises, I see past your diguises
Blindin’ me through mind control, stealin’ my eternal soul
Appealin’ through material to keep me as your slave’Read more: Lauryn Hill – I Get Out Lyrics | MetroLyrics
In 2014, after losing great Black Intellectuals like Amiri Baraka and Maya Angelou, I have began to feel the urgency in the NOW! I decided that I would meet Maulana Karenga because it is important for me to get a firsthand experience of him. He has created something that has lasted for 48 years. How can we ignore his brilliance?
I want to know who I am, right now today! Not tomorrow, not after I fall in love, not next week, I want to know NOW! I feel like it is most important to know who I AM, and to have FAITH in me. Without a true understanding of myself, which KWANZAA promotes, I have no real future.
For as long as I can remember, I have known what Kwanzaa was, but I hadn’t received an opportunity to delve into what it really meant. For the past two years, I celebrated Kwanzaa with a group of people who I had an artistic connection to, and I enjoyed many parts of our “kindred” celebration. Being with them opened up the door to my fascination with the concept of Kwanzaa. Still, there was a void.
This was the 3rd year that I observed Kwanzaa. Instead of performing the ceremonial part of it, I made a decision to focus my thoughts on truly learning what it was about. Last year, I met a person who had received great mentorship from Maulana Karenga. I thought, “what are the odds of me meeting someone that had been in such close proximity to the man who created KWANZAA?” Then I met two more people who also had studied with Karenga! I knew this was for a reason! I knew that I needed the knowledge that they came to give. In these people, I felt something that I hadn’t felt in a long time- a sense of confidence and truth, that was unchallenged. Some of our conversations were brief, but when they spoke, I saw God. I saw truth, I saw power. I listened. They were feeding me. It wasn’t me being controlled or manipulated by their words. It wasn’t me being naive or confused. It was more like, a “God” thing. They spoke highly of their experiences with Karenga, and they practiced power over no one but themselves. They made me want power over myself. After speaking with them, I wanted nothing other than to KNOW ME! I want to know myself! NO ONE can control me. How dope is that?
I feel like we are at such a disadvantage when we are Black, and do not grasp an understanding of those that came before us. Why now is Stokely Carmichael, Kwame Ture? Leroi Jones, Amiri Baraka? Malcolm Little, Malcolm X or El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz? They grew to possess a knowledge of themselves, and could no longer hold onto their old selves. It would be disrespectful even, to refer to them by the names that they shed.
When you find out who you are, you’ll understand what Kwanzaa is about. 90 percent of our battle remains to be intellectual- what we do not KNOW kills us. You cannot play the game until you have done the work. READ what they wrote. If they are alive, experience them. When you know what these Black intellects did, you’ll be less bound to repeat mistakes, you’ll be less likely to allow yourself to be distracted. So, no, I don’t want to hang out anymore. I do not wish to drink, party, or cater to anyone’s emotions, I just want to read, and learn about my people. I just need a little time to UP my game. I have great things to do! I can feel it.
Peace and love, KWANZAA 365. 9:00 P.M. 1/1/15
P.S. My blog is my celebration of my Blackness, of my self. Although the greatest parts of my life are not published here, I try to share some elements of my TRUTH. I share so that you can grow with me. I love you. PLEASE read my other posts if you can. You don’t have to like them or do anything really. Just read them and if you have information that you feel would make me better, let me know! GROW WITH me.
Grace-full💜🌙
seeking solace in the horizon of life and beyond
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BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
Prime my subconscious, one hint at a time
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