If I converted to Buddhism, does that make me Chinese? If I converted to Hinduism, does that make me Indian? When Khazarians (Turks) converted to Judaism in 740 BC and stole the true Negro Hebrew identity, and turned them into slaves... did that make the counterfeit Jews Hebrew? Well, the Jew World Order seems to think so. They crucified Jesus Christ for exposing them.

Every Religion and Church has been infiltrated by the Jews. How do you know? ... if your Church has not discussed the below phrases by Christ... then it has been compromised.

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New Study Finds Psilocybin To Be A Therapeutic Powerhouse For Advanced Cancer Patients

In the 1950s and ’60s, hallucinogenic drugs like psilocybin, which is found naturally in certain mushrooms, were often used in U.S. biomedical research and in psychotherapy practices. In 1966, however, the U.S. government declared the drugs illegal, halting American research into their potential therapeutic benefits.

But recent years have seen the the conversation stirred up in a less taboo way once again, with American researchers arguing that the prohibition is preventing them from discovering and taking advantage of treatments for psychiatric problems like depression, addiction, and post-traumatic stress disorder.

Two recently published studies revealed that a single moderate-to-large dose of psilocybin has the ability to provide significant and long-lasting relief from overwhelming distress. In fact, of 29 cancer patients who received psilocybin in a trial conducted at New York University’s Langone Medical Center, 20 rated it as “among the most meaningful” events of their life.

“This drug saved my life and changed my life,” explained Dinah Bazer, who was given a single dose of psilocybin at a New York treatment center in 2011.

Dr. George Greer, medical director of the Heffter Research Institute, the nonprofit organization that funded the two trials, called the results “groundbreaking.”

The trials noted that psilocybin’s side effects were pretty tame, with only about 15% of subjects experiencing nausea or vomiting as a result of being administered a high dose of the drug, while roughly 1 in 3 of the subjects experienced impermanent psychological discomfort.

Octavian Mihai is another success story when it comes to psilocybin’s medicinal value. In 2013, after having just finished treatment for Stage 3 Hodgkin’s lymphoma,  he participated in a study looking at whether the drug can reduce anxiety and depression in cancer patients.

A New York Times article reported on his journey:

On a summer morning in 2013, Octavian Mihai entered a softly lit room furnished with a small statue of Buddha, a box of tissues and a single red rose. From an earthenware chalice, he swallowed a capsule of psilocybin, an ingredient found in hallucinogenic mushrooms.

Then he put on an eye mask and headphones and lay down on a couch. Soon, images flew by like shooting stars: a spinning world that looked like a blue-green chessboard; himself on a stretcher in front of a hospital; his parents, gazing at him with aching sadness as he reached out to them, suffused with childlike love.

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The Montauk Project: Reptilian Abductions

On the southeasternmost tip of Long Island, lies the idyllic fishing hamlet of Montauk, NY. 

Quiet and sparsely inhabited during the cold, wind-strifed months of winter, the town’s population swells each summer with the onslaught of tourists, fishermen and those fortunate to have season residence in this quaint seaside village.

Many “day” visitors flock to see the historic landmark, the Montauk Lighthouse, commissioned by the “Father of Our Country”, George Washington.

But there is a darker side of Montauk Point that many are unaware of. Within view of the famous lighthouse lies a derelict military facility, known as Camp Hero. A Sage Radar dish sits atop a tall, abandoned building in the distance.

Records show Camp Hero was officially decommissioned and vacated by the US Air Force in 1969.

It was reopened and operated without the sanction of the US Government, utilizing a fully verified and documented subterranean facility beneath the base. And it is here, many believe, the Montauk Project was able to carry on it’s covert operations.

What Is The Montauk Project?

According to Preston Nichols and Peter Moon, authors of “The Montauk Project: Experiments In Time“, the Montauk Project “was a development and culmination of the phenomena encountered aboard the USS Eldridge in 1943.”

This is popularly known as the Philadelphia Experiment, a series of experiments conducted by by the U.S. Navy involving radar invisibility.

“According to these accounts,” states Peter Moon, “over three decades of secret research and applied technology ensued. Experiments were conducted that included electronic mind surveillance and the control of distinct populations. 
“The climax of this work was reached at Montauk Point in 1983. It was at this point that the Montauk Project effectively ripped open a hole in space-time to 1943.” 

Allegations have been made of ongoing research and experimentation into psychotronics, electromagnetic mind control and the manipulation of space and time to allow for the successful transport of matter and energy into other dimensions through “portals” or time warps.

These projects are reportedly being carried out by the combined efforts of clandestine units of the CIA, NSA, DARPA and other government agencies, military intelligence and corporations with strong defense-related ties.

A particle accelerator is claimed to be used for powering particle beam weapons and radar systems, as well as HAARP-like transmissions of high- powered radio frequencies into the ionosphere.

There is purported evidence of additional particle accelerators at nearby locations. Brookhaven National Labs, a research facility on Plum Island, and a military facility at West Hampton Beach, have been mentioned as possible sites.

The Human Factor

I have attempted to chronicle the numerous incidents, and subsequent research and investigations, that indicate my apparent personal involvement with the Montauk Project.

The investigation is far from complete… for it appears the deeper we go, the more we unearth.

I have determined it is more important to alert others of the REALITY of the Montauk Project and, in doing so, garner the assistance necessary to pursue the truth.

While some details may seem innocuous, I include them in the event future verification is needed.

The Sands of Time

It was mid-September, 1994. It had been almost 25 years since I had visited Montauk, NY. As I stepped off the train, I wondered still, why I felt the need to go there.

I was trying to come to terms with and reach some understanding of my apparent involvement with alien abductions.

I was seeing Dr.Maurice Kouguell, PhD., a clinical psychologist specializing in hypnotherapy, to assist me in overcoming anxiety caused by these experiences.

At Montauk, the busy summer season had ended, and I looked forward to relaxing, doing some reading on the subject of alien abductions, and with any luck, finding some answers. I spent 4 days at Montauk.

With each passing day, I got more and more depressed. I did not venture any further than a few blocks in either direction of my hotel. I couldn’t wait to leave and returned home on Friday.

The next night, after falling asleep around midnight, I was abruptly awakened by the violent vibrating of my bed and my body. It felt as though I was hit by an earthquake. However, I suddenly sensed I was not alone. I was unable to see anything.

I don’t know if my eyes were open or not, but I could feel my body being pulled from the bed. I still remember how the sheet felt as my body was pulled across it. I tried to scream “Oh God”, but it came out as a whisper. I screamed in my head,”No… I’m still awake”.

By this time, my hips were at the edge of the bed. I turned and tried to grab for the headboard, to drag myself back. That was the last thing I remembered before losing consciousness.

The next morning I remembered none of this. Later that evening, while talking to a friend on the phone, it suddenly came flooding back to me.

I quickly finished the conversation, too upset to talk, and changed for bed. That’s when I first noticed the 2 puncture marks on my left thigh. They were about 2 inches apart… midway between my knee and the top of my thigh.

I was determined to have a record of this latest physical manifestation of my experiences. At the time, I worked for Dr.D, an internist. I asked him to please look at these marks and to tell me if they were indeed puncture marks.

He examined them and stated that they “appeared to be puncture marks”, but they were “too symmetrical” and “how could I get them and not know how it happened?”

I decided it was time to tell him how it happened. After hearing my story, he recommended I see a psychiatrist. I made an appointment with a local doctor. I spent close to an hour telling Dr.S of my experiences.

When I was finished, he advised me that he did not believe in the possibility that life existed elsewhere in the universe. I said that he was going to tell me I was suffering from night terrors and sleep paralysis. He concurred with that diagnosis.

I asked him how it was possible to have puncture marks associated with this diagnosis. He had no answer. I then asked him if I was neurotic, psychotic or suffering from delusions. He said no.

I stated: “Well maybe, just maybe, I am telling you the truth”.

Before I left his office, I told him at this point the best we could say, is that we had agreed to disagree.

And I hoped we could have this conversation again 10 years from now. I eventually saw Dr.Kouguell concerning this episode. The puncture marks were still visible and I showed them to him.

Prior to this experience, I had related to Dr. Kouguell partial accounts of my encounters with a species I referred to as “the nasty ones”. Even after regression, I was unable to get a clear image in my mind of their appearance.

All I could draw was a picture that resembled a “fat plant leaf “. I also had a strange response to a silhouette image, and subsequent flash image, of an alien depicted in an episode of the “X-Files”. I was terrified.

The image was of a large, muscular being with pronounced, pointed ears.

While attending a UFO conference in New Jersey in March of 1995, I arrived late to a lecture and slide show being presented by Leah Haley.

The slide show was already in progress when I took my seat. After just a few minutes, an image appeared on the screen which caused me to panic and become so anxious, I had to leave the room.

The image she had drawn was of a reptilian being she had encountered during an abduction. It showed the same pointy ears I had seen on the “X-Files” episode. Later, I was to realize this is what I had drawn for Dr. Kouguell.

The image of the “fat plant leaf ” was the distinct shape of the alien’s ears.

I had started to hear about a covert operation called the Montauk Project. I became very interested in learning more about it since I lived so close to Montauk. I read the 3 books written by Preston Nichols and had very uneasy feelings about this story.

Why was I drawn to this place? Why did I feel the need to learn everything I could? In one of the books is a picture of Duncan Cameron. The face was so familiar to me…

I knew I had had a conversation with him at some time… and then realized it had been telepathic! But I could not remember what the conversation had been about, nor when it had occurred.

Louise, a friend, and I were planning to attend a UFO conference in CT in October, 1995. I suggested that since she was driving up to NY to pick me up for the conference, why not come a few days early and we would explore at Montauk. She immediately agreed.

Upon arriving in Montauk, we checked in to our hotel room, and set off for Camp Hero. We tried different entrance points but all had security gates and signs posted stating no trespassing. We finally found access on a side road just before the Lighthouse.

It was an area just south of the base, on the beach. The road we walked on ended at a parking area on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The radar dish was visible from this point, but was too far to hike to.

Louise felt very sick and uneasy there. For some reason, I was drawn to the cliff. I stood out there by the edge, just looking out over the beach and the ocean for about 10 minutes.

I felt so drawn to this spot… why?… what possible reason could there be?

I had never been there before. Why did I feel rooted to the spot? It was getting late and Louise and I wanted to try one more road before we called it a day.

Driving back toward the town, we turned in at Old Montauk Highway. According to the map we had, this road should go into Camp Hero. There was also notations on the map of areas where someone had “felt a void” and very ominous feelings.

While driving down the road, Louise and I both felt this “void”. It was one of the strangest feelings I’ve ever felt. The only way I can describe it is the absence of feeling life, as if nothing lived in this space.

I wish I could be more specific. Once past this void, the terrible, ominous feeling hit us very strongly. The road ended abruptly at a dead end.

Louise wanted to go back to the hotel, but I insisted that I knew we were close to the radar dish and wanted to check around just a little.

I climbed over a pile of wood chips and went through some small brush. About a hundred feet into the brush the asphalt road continued. I followed it to a clearing and there it was, right in front of me…the radar dish.

I went back to the car, where Louise was waiting and grabbed the video camera. I returned the same way, taping as I went along. After shooting the radar dish, I suddenly got an eerie feeling that I was being watched.

The feeling was very strong and very frightening. I wanted to run back to the car, but I was afraid I would fall. I left as quickly as I could. Louise and I returned to the hotel.

We went to bed about midnight but I stayed up until approximately 1:30am reading. Sometime between 3:00 – 3:30am both of us were awakened by a loud noise. The smoke detector in our hotel room was going off and neither of us could reach it in order to turn it off.

We finally contacted a hotel employee who advised us that the smoke detector was not run off a battery… it was connected directly to the room’s electrical system.

In order to shut it down, we should go to the fuse box located on the side of the closet wall and throw the switches until we found the one connected to it. We tried all of the switches to no avail.

Even throwing the main switch, which cut power off to the entire room, did not shut down the smoke detector. A maintenance employee of the hotel came to our room and tried shutting down the electricity… the detector still continued.

He finally had to pull the smoke detector from the wall and cut the wires in order to turn it off. The next day, we agreed that neither of us wanted to return to the base. We were both too frightened.

A couple of weeks later, I was scheduled to attend a UFO conference in Mobile AL. I went down a few days early to get away by myself a little. It was during this time that the flashbacks started.

First, the face of the reptilian, close to mine, accompanied by a rasping sound. I knew the reptilian image was during my… rape? But when? where? I didn’t have the answers.

Then I saw an image of travelling in a military jeep, through tall grass and sand, over hills, soldiers wearing fatigues (brown/tan/black) and black berets. I had also recalled a memory of being submerged in some type of fluid… heavier than water.

I kept hearing muffled sounds of people talking and remembered yelling, “I can’t hear you.” These flashbacks continued to haunt me, but I couldn’t remember any other details.

It was during the period after my return from Mobile that I remembered a strange experience in Montauk in 1970. When questioned about periods of “missing time”, I had always stated that I didn’t have any.

But I suddenly remembered that I had! For whatever reason, I had no recall of it until this time. During a visit to my aunt and uncle’s campsite at Ditch Plains in Montauk, I was missing for 2-3 hours and my uncle remembered it!

My recollection of the early part of that day had always been very clear. My memory of the later part of the day had always been vague and blurry.

I had an appointment with Dr. Kouguell that week and determined I should regress to that day in 1970 to see what really happened. I told Dr. Kouguell that I felt he should put me under as deeply as he could…he agreed.

The following text is my recollections while under hypnosis: 11/9/95 Session

We are driving in the car, on our way to Montauk. I’m sitting in the front seat with my mom. My brothers and sister are in the back seat.

Daddy’s at work. Mom is so happy we’re going to Montauk. Uncle B is her half-brother … they just met a couple of years ago, at the funeral of her natural father.

We arrive at Ditch Plains, the campsite they stay at in Montauk. I hang around for a little while, talking with everyone, then decide to change into my bathing suit (a two-piece) but put my cutoffs on over my bathing suit bottom. This is so boring. I’m going to look around the campsite

I walk towards the east a little way and after awhile I pass by a group of surfers camping there. One of them looks familiar…it’s M! F’s older brother! I stop to say hello. M asks me if I’ve seen F yet, I tell him no.

He says F is surfing right now, so I decide to walk down to the water and look for him. I sit on the sand at the shoreline, watching 5-6 surfers. Finally, I spot F. He is so beautiful! When he heads in from the water, I get up and start walking in his direction.

I hope he notices me. As I get closer, he does. He calls out my name and waves. I walk over and we kiss hello.

He asks what I’m doing in Montauk and I tell him. He asks if I’d like to take a walk in about an hour.

He’s got some things he has to do back at the campsite, can I meet him there? Sounds GREAT!

This hour is going so slow. I’m at the campsite with F and we start walking towards the east. We walk a little less than a mile.

There’s a cliff up ahead and we walk into the dunes to find a quiet spot. There’s tall dune grass behind us. F’s got a towel, so we sit down on that and start making- out. We end up laying down next to each other. He kisses so good.

Suddenly, I hear a loud buzzing sound, like alot of bees. I sit up and so does F. What is this? Something’s not right! I look at F and he can hear it too.

We lay down on our backs, still next to each other. Why am I doing this? We should run away!

I try to yell to F that we should get out of there. But I can’t talk…I can’t move! I’m so scared…I want my mother!

It sounds like a car is coming…the sound gets closer, then stops. The buzzing is louder now. Even though I’m scared, my body acts like it’s not. A man wearing a soldier uniform is looking down at me, standing on my left.

On the right, is another soldier, he kicks F’s leg. “He’s out of it” he says. “Mike, you take him to the jeep” says the leader on my left. “Ok, Terry”, says the guy on my right. There are 2 other guys with them, but I don’t know their names.

Terry is very tan, with dark hair and dark glasses. The others seem to be more fair. Mike and another guy pick up F and Mike carries him like the firemen do. Terry doesn’t pick me up someone else does.

We’re in the back seat of a jeep, traveling north, through the dunes and tall grass. There’s a big hill up ahead. This is so weird! The hill is moving… just part of it. It looks like a door in the hill.

It moves forward and then to my right. We drive in. There is another jeep parked on my left. Two other men in the same uniform with the black beret are inside. They all have rifles! I still can’t talk, but my body does what they want.

I’m helped from the jeep. F is between 2 guys and they are helping him walk. Terry and someone take me between them and I can walk, too. This place looks like a garage or something. We go through a door. It’s bright in this hallway. We turn right.

F is just ahead of me. At the next hallway, F keeps going straight with 2 guys, but we turn to the right and walk a few feet to an elevator door.

Terry has a credit card and puts it in a slot next to the door. The slot is vertical and there are 2 lights above it…one red, one green.

The door opens and we go inside,but there are no buttons to push. We’re going down, then door opens and it’s much darker here. And it smells funny… like a basement with a cesspool overflow problem. We turn right and go a few feet… then turn left.

I’m so cold! There’s a door on my left, Terry opens it. This room is so dark I can hardly see. There’s almost no furniture in it. There’s something that looks like a padded table. They help me on it and lay me down.

Now I’m really cold. One guy says, “Do we just leave her here?”, and Terry answers, “she’s not going anywhere”. They leave the room.

I can’t seem to move anything but my eyes. Why am I here? I don’t like this. Over to my left, something moves. It’s coming closer… I can see it better. OH MY GOD! It’s a monster!

(Note: At this point I got so agitated and almost jumped from the recliner in Dr. K’s office. My eyes flew open and I couldn’t stop shaking and cringing. Dr.K calmed me down and I could continue.)

What I see is a creature about 6-7 ft tall. His ears are large and pointed at the top. His eyes are bright yellow-gold and seem to glow. He has pointy teeth and a large wrinkle on his forehead and he has a TAIL!

He’s coming towards me… I have never been so scared in my life. He comes to the foot of the table. He pulls off my shorts and bathing suit bottom… he pushes my legs open and pulls me down towards him.

His face is so close to mine… I want to scream, but it’s only in my head. I hear a raspy sound coming from him. He puts something inside me and I feel like I’m being ripped apart.

He likes to see how terrified I am… it gives him alot of pleasure. It hurts so much. I have to get away in my head to someplace safe. I go.

I don’t know how long he does this, but when he is done, he goes back to the part of the room I first saw him in and then he is suddenly gone. The door never opens or anything. I don’t know how long I lay here.

Terry and another guy come through the door and dress me. They help me from the table and we leave the room. After I am brought back up the elevator, I am taken into another well-lit room.

It reminds me of a doctor’s examining room… except there are machines I don’t recognize with lights and dials recessed in the wall above a counter area. There is a lot of stainless steel equipment.

And a table covered in white. I am placed on that table and strapped down… including my head. I am terrified. I am left alone for what is probably just a few minutes… but it seems like hours.

A group of 5 -6 people come in the room. They are wearing white gowns and masks and hats that covered their heads. They are male, but I see at least one female. They are very busy. I don’t know why.

My head is turned on it’s side and taped to the table. I know this sounds strange, but a small portion of the area above and behind my right ear is shaved.

My ear is pulled toward the front of my face and taped to it! Although I am immobilized and can’t talk I am completely conscious!

Someone is writing something on the skin behind my ear. I remember someone is saying something about an “IV”.

And a man says, “Do you think she need’s it?” Someone else says, “I wouldn’t want to take a chance that she might wake up and start moving around”. A few minutes later I feel a prick in my arm.

That’s all I remember until I regained consciousness back on the dunes with F.

Note: About 10 years ago, I developed what was thought to be an inflamed cyst behind my right ear. The doctor had to lance it to drain and remove it.

As he broke the skin with the scalpel, something shot out. He examined it and said he had never seen anything like it. He said it was the size and shape of a bullet. He had to pack the hole it left with medicated gauze.

Facing Reality 

The shock of what was revealed during hypnotic regression left me dazed and distraught. Was I losing my mind? How was something like this possible?

Could I have fabricated such a detailed account while under hypnosis? These and many other troubling questions crowded my thoughts for days after the session.

A chance conversation with the relatives I had been visiting at Montauk that fateful day , left me even more unnerved.

As I described the “door in the hill” I had viewed near a cliff, my cousin stated she had come upon an area very similar to what I depicted, while walking near the Lighthouse one afternoon.

I knew then, with complete certainty, that I needed to find the “door in the hill” in order to provide myself with validation of this experience.

I returned to Montauk on Sunday, December 17, 1995 with my friend Bill, an investigator for MUFON, and his wife.

Bill understood my intense need to find “the door in the hill” in order to come to grips with my memories of that fateful day 25 years ago. When we arrived at Montauk, we first went down Old Montauk Highway… the road Louise and I took at the end of our “tour”.

Bill asked me to let them know when I felt we were entering the “void”. I felt it much stronger than I did the first time. I let him know when it ended and the ominous feeling began.

At the end of the road, the wood chip pile visible on our last visit had been cleared away and the road opened again. It looked like an area of brush and trees had been cleared completely… very strange. I could not make myself get out of the car, my fear was that intense.

As we started back on the road in the direction from which we came, a police car drove past us. This seemed quite unusual as this road is isolated with no thru traffic. Had our arrival caused concern?

Before we reached the “void” on our return trip, I suggested that Bill use the electromagnetic field detector he had brought to see if we got any readings.

He gave it to me and asked that I let them know when I “felt” we were entering the void. I told them I felt it starting… a few seconds later, the light on the device went from green to amber. I said it was getting very strong… again maybe 3 seconds passed and the light went from amber to red.

Then the device went crazy… flashing like a pinball machine! As we started to exit the void, I continued to give my “readings”, confirmed by the device a few seconds later.

We drove to the main highway and pulled off in the rest area. The three of us were almost too shocked to speak. Bill confided that he had been very skeptical of my ability to “feel” this void when we started this trip. He was now completely convinced. We proceeded to the lighthouse and parked the car.

As we walked down a rocky path to the beach, we noticed a crude handwritten sign advising that an erosion control project was ongoing in that area. Recently placed boulders and cement slabs were evident.

At this point, my “feelings” were at the most intense level I had ever felt. There was something about the placement of these of these boulders and slabs that wasn’t “right”. I was drawn to a point above the beach…a cliff jutting out over the sand.

We left the beach and walked up a hill towards the parking area Louise and I walked to our last visit. The whole time we were on the beach, I had the feeling we were being watched and I mentioned this to Bill.

Just before we reached the parking area, I observed a man crouching in the brush on the top of a hill and I pointed him out to Bill. The man stood up and stared at us.

Bill took out his camera and took his picture. The man crouched down again and eventually was lost from view. We did not encounter him again.

Only a few hundred feet from the hill was the parking area on the cliff. Looking to the west northwest, was Camp Hero. This was the vicinity my cousin stated seeing a door, similar to the one I had described.

I looked around and saw what appeared to be a partial view of a stone and mortar wall. This had to be the door! I felt something about it, but I was confused… it just didn’t seem right somehow. I remembered the hill being much higher and more pronounced.

I started to wander away from Bill and his wife… going back toward the lighthouse. I was walking on the opposite side of the hill where we had spotted the man… closer to the ocean and the cliff.

I stopped every few yards and looked out over the ocean and tried to compare the image with what I had recalled. My feelings of helplessness and terror were very intense at this point. I continued to walk further back towards the lighthouse.

Suddenly, I was standing in front of it… THE DOOR… exactly as I had remembered it! I shouted for Bill and his wife. They came and seemed stunned by what they saw.

I started to cry, and everything I had bottled up for so long came out. It was such a relief. I now knew, with complete certainty, that my experience had been real. I was not losing my mind or imagining things.

Next to the door was a small opening that lead to a short tunnel. The end of the tunnel had been cemented over. On the ground, in front of the door, was a concrete circle, divided into equal parts including an equal section in the center of the circle.

It was approximately 8-10 feet in diameter. There was a red fire hydrant next to it. Anchored from a utility pole on the other side of the hill, and almost completely outlining the circumference of the hill, stretched a thick, black electrical wire.

This wire ended abruptly, tied to a bush. Looking over the cliff, wires running from inside the cliff, hung down about 10 feet and then snaked back inside the cliff.

There were remnants of a structure or building at the top of the hill, above the door. Photographs were taken of the entire area from different angles.

As we departed the area, I spotted from the road, a section that seemed devoid of any trees or brush. While Bill waited on the road, while I climbed down into the thick brush, to investigate.

Finally breaking clear, I found a large, circular area of what appeared to be dead, crushed grass, interspersed with taller clumps that looked as if they had been chopped or cut down. The trees that bordered this area also appeared dead.

Hidden in a thicket of bushes, just to the west of the circle, was a group of large boulders, similar to those evident on the beach. The arrangement of the boulders immediately brought an image of “table and chairs” to my mind.

Several trees next to the boulders had been uprooted completely. It was apparent that these boulders were not a natural formation, and had somehow been placed in this location. But how? and more important, why?

Further Validation

Recently, I was able to view video tapes filmed by Preston Nichols, of the underground facilities at Montauk prior to them being sealed. They contained footage that he did NOT include on the videos produced for sale to the public.

One of the cassettes contained footage of the bunker I brought into, what I have come to call my “door in the hill”. I sat, as if in a trance, and viewed the familiar images on the screen… the large entrance area behind “the door”… the “bright hallway” (white) beyond the entrance area… small rooms located off the hallway.

Although I remembered the hallway being longer, and a small alcove where an elevator had been located, it was possible that a wall had been constructed at what appeared to be the dead end.

I had already confirmed the existence of an elevator in this location with a retired military intelligence officer familiar with Camp Hero’s underground facilities during the period 1954-58.

Here was further validation of my account! I should have been elated. Instead, I found myself sitting there quietly, a knot in my stomach, saying to myself:

“My God… it is REAL!”

It doesn’t seem to matter how much validation I receive… I don’t want to believe what I know to be true.

Also while viewing these video tapes, I had a conscious recall of being contained in an isolation tank. This flashback included seeing a “face” of a person (human) familiar to me, and a telepathic conversation meant to calm and soothe me. During the conversation, he referred to me as “little one”.

I met with Dr. Kouguell a few days later to explore this memory through hypnotic regression. From the moment he asked during the session if I was sure I wanted to look at this memory, a battle was waged in my mind.

He asked me to indicate “yes” by slightly moving my right index finger. And try as hard as I could, I could not move it. Then he asked me to indicate “no” by slightly moving my right middle finger.

It took all my power to hold it in place. I finally moved my right index finger ever so slightly. I had never had this experience while under hypnosis before.

I recalled being in a dark place… being afraid… floating in something that felt slightly heavier than water… feeling warm… and smelling peppermint or spearmint. He took me to a point before being in that place.

I was laying naked on a table and had alot of wires attached to me, all over my body and my head. I saw “that doctor” in a white lab coat standing next to me. Then he took me to a point before I was there.

I was home in my room (different home than now). I woke up and 2 men dressed in black clothes were in my room. I couldn’t see anything of what they looked like. I asked where Joe and David were (my roommates). I was told they were sleeping.

I was then given an injection and felt very sleepy. I was wrapped in a blanket and carried out the back door to a dark van (blue?). I was placed on the floor in the rear of the van and someone sat near me.

The next thing I remember is feeling as if I were on a roller coaster. I don’t know where I was taken or how long it took to get there.

Suddenly, I was standing naked in front of a metal door, struggling with a soldier holding a rifle, while “that doctor” told me I “had to do this”. I was sobbing , pleading with him not to “make me go back in there”.

I couldn’t continue with the session and Dr. Kouguell brought me back. I told him, as much as I wanted to remember what happened, I knew I wasn’t ready yet to face it. Eventually, I knew I would have to.

An agonizing dilemma ensued. Conscious of my need to find the truth of my involvement, could I actually be unable to face it? What if my reluctance to explore this memory was being controlled by outside influences?

And the battle continued to rage in my mind. Finally, I made the decision to continue… I had come too far to turn back now. I would face the truth and rely on my strength of conviction to overcome any obstacles.

Before we began the next regression, I related my observations on possible “blocks” of this memory to Dr.K. I suggested a deep-level trance might be needed to retrieve them. While under hypnosis, I started to “relive” this experience…

I am, once again, in a black enclosed area… struggling, afraid of drowning. Why do I have to be in this place? It scares me so much… I want to get out!

I calm myself enough to float. The liquid feels heavier than water. It’s warm and I smell something “minty”. I can feel wires attached to me as I move my arms and legs slightly… on my chest and head, too.

I stretch out my arms, trying to feel the walls that enclose me. On my right, my fingers trace the smooth surface, travelling upwards in an ‘arc’ above me.

Floating… gentle motion… blackness all around… are my eyes open?… or are they closed?… is this ‘blackness’ I see only in my mind?

I can see movement… forms and shadows. Blackness lightens to dark gray. My friend is here and says:

“Don’t be afraid, little one. I will help you… guide you… take my hand”.

Dark gray now turning to blue, like the sky… white clouds.

It feels like I’m flying. I can see a beautiful, lush hilltop,overlooking tranquil blue water. A large white building (a house?) with tall pillars and steps sits on top of the hill.

A dirt road is nearby, and I can see a man, dressed in a short tunic, struggles to move a wooden cart. Scenes flashing… bright swirl of colors… orange, red, deep purple and shades of brown and tan.

I see a rocky, mountainous area… dry like the desert, dusty. There are deep canyons… high cliffs. Scenes flashing… diving through the white foam of a dark blue wave.

I am underwater, among the sea creatures. But it’s light and I can see beautiful colors. There is a dark entrance to what looks like a cave among the hills and rocks. Scenes flashing…a desolate place…not a nice feeling… barren… lonely… cold… a place out of time. Time is not what we think.

Each moment is happening now… on an endless ‘loop’. We can enter the loops at many points… but should take care not to disrupt the loops. Past, present and future are happening simultaneously.

After the session, I discussed what I had retrieved with Dr. Kouguell.

Although, I was filled with wonder and awe at what I had experienced, unable to be sure if it had happened in the past or present, I still felt I had not been given a “choice” about participating.

Dr. K. mentioned the fact that I had willingly “taken” my friend’s hand… wasn’t that making a choice?

I explained my feelings using the following analogy

If someone was dangling me by my feet off the 13th story of a building, threatening to drop me, and along comes a man on a flying carpet, offering to save me… is that REALLY a choice? Or am I being coerced to follow a certain direction?

After some discussion, I came to the understanding that I now have a choice. I’m able to jump from that “13 story building”. I know I will not fall!

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By Michelle A. Guerin

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Globalist War Against Humanity: Cars, Cash, Literature and Independent News — All Targeted for Elimination

As witnessed recently by the Washington Post’s horrifyingly dishonest “journalism” naming 200 independent media websites as pawns of Russian President Vladimir Putin, the dying establishment media is desperately trying to establish a news monopoly by discrediting all competing indy news publishers.

In doing so, the Washington Post (and its writer Timberg) just abandoned any last vestige of journalistic credibility.

Now owned by Jeff Bezos of Amazon.com, the Washington Post’s willingness to prostitute its own credibility in an effort to destroy the independent media reveals something startling to the world: They’re desperate.

Like a cornered, ravenous animal, the mainstream media is now fighting for its very survival and hoping it can eliminate all news alternatives before the public figures out how deeply they’ve been lying all long.

That description also applies to the globalists — nefarious manipulators of finance, technology and culture in order to achieve their selfish aims of world domination and depopulation.

Following the BREXIT vote, the election of Donald Trump and the ending of the Renzi regime in Italy, the globalists are in full panic mode to regain control by eliminating every sector of freedom still remaining on our planet.

It’s all happening right now, day by day, played out in the pages of the New York Times. Here are the key areas where globalists have declared war on humanity (each is covered in more detail below):

1) The war on cash (freedom of commerce)

2) The war on automobiles (i.e. freedom of travel)

3) The war on the internet (freedom of expression)

4) The war on dissenting literature and news (freedom of information)

There’s also, of course, the war on your health, but that topic is so enormous it will have to covered in a separate article.

The war on cash

The war on cash is well underway, and the massive debt collapse now being engineered by the globalists will be exploited to abandon (outlaw) all cash and force people into electronic currencies.

Why the war on cash? Because cash offers too much freedom and anonymity to the very people the State wishes to control.

The electronic currency promoted by the globalists will have the following characteristics:

1) All transactions will be tracked by the government. It will be the end of anonymity… unless you’re using Bitcoin or a similar crypto-currency, all of which will of course be criminalized by the State.

2) All money can be frozen or confiscated by the government for any reason, including completely fabricated accusations such as “you are working for the Russians.”

This gives the government absolute power to confiscate wealth, punish dissenters, put targeted commercial operations out of business, or even hand out endless currency to its crony corporate friends in Washington.

3) Confiscatory taxes can be automatically extracted from all your earnings, savings and transactions, without your consent or knowledge.

This means governments no longer have to rely on you to “report” your earnings to the IRS. They can simply confiscate a percentage of all your earnings and expenditures according to whatever rates and schedules they desire.

4) Savings and deposits can be subjected to negative interest rates without causing a run on cash withdrawals.

Negative interest rates are a key tactic that will be employed by globalist banksters and corrupt governments that incessantly seek new, innovative ways to steal productivity from the fiscally illiterate masses.

5) Once a government spends its way to debt oblivion, it can simply announce a massive nationwide “bail in” that confiscated all the electronic currency and issues a new electronic currency worth much less, all at the click of a button.

This “wholesale confiscation” of economic productivity from the working class can keep government debt spending and money printing spinning for generations in a kind of e-currency perpetual motion machine.

The NYT, WashPost, CNN and all the usual presstitute globalists are already pushing bans of $100 bills for this very reason. Their goal is the criminalization of cash as step one in their push for a global totalitarian police state.

As SilverDoctors.com explains, negative interest rates are desperately needed by globalist banksters to thoroughly screw the world’s workers out of their earnings:

What’s really behind this? Why is there such a big movement to ban something that is used for felonious purposes by just a fraction of a percent of the population?

Cash, it turns out, is the Achilles’ Heel of the financial system. Central banks around the world have kept interest rates at near-zero levels for nearly eight years now.

And despite having created massive bubbles and enabled extraordinary amounts of debt, their policies aren’t working. Especially in Europe, the hope of stoking economic growth (and even the sickening goal of inflation) has failed.

So naturally, since what they’ve been trying hasn’t worked, their response is to continue trying the same thing… and more of it.

Interest rates across the European continent are now negative. Japanese interest rates are now negative. And even in the United States, the Federal Reserve has acknowledged that negative interest rates are being considered.

They have no other choice; raising rates will bankrupt the governments they support and derail any fledgling economic growth.

Look at how low interest rates are in the US– and yet 4th quarter GDP practically ground to a halt. They simply cannot afford to raise rates.

As global economic weakness continues to play out, central banks will have no other option but to take interest rates even further into negative territory.

That said, negative interest rates will be the destruction of the financial system.

The war on automobiles

Because an automobile allows a person to travel almost anywhere they wish — without government tracking or permission — automobiles are being targeted for replacement by “driverless” vehicles and a push for mass transit.

Both driverless vehicles and mass transit systems offer governments and globalists an easy way to track the movements of individuals in society.

Revisit the Tom Cruise feature film Minority Report to understand the implications of all this… it essentially means the end of personal freedom.

Just this week, car manufacturer BMW managed to remotely lock a thief inside the car he was stealing, turning an automobile into a temporary prison.

While we might all cheer the application of this technology to catch thieves, the far greater realization is that corrupt governments may consider any dissenting citizen to be a criminal.

If you disagree with the government’s position on vaccine mandates, GMO labeling, fiat currency or the terrorizing of North Dakota Native Americans to build an oil pipeline, for example, you might be designated a “domestic terrorist” and locked in your own vehicle by order of the State.

From there, the automobile might easily be directed to transport you to an awaiting jail cell, interrogation room or reeducation camp.

Don’t think it could happen? According to Autoblog.com:

A newly married man discovered his BMW 550i was missing last Sunday, the day after his wedding. The man called the theft into Seattle police, who contacted BMW.

Employees at BMW’s corporate headquarters were able to give officers the exact location of the car and were able to remotely lock the 550i, trapping the suspect.

This report reveals that not only can corporations and governments track the exact location of your vehicle at any moment, they can also remotely disable the vehicle or turn it into a human prison cell.

Consider the implications of that the next time you’re shopping for a new car that comes with remote security “features.”

The push for mass transit, by the way, also allows governments to corral citizens through “security checkpoints” where facial recognition systems scan thousands of faces a minute, comparing them to government database of “wanted” individuals.

You can be placed on a “wanted” list just as easily as I was recently placed on a list cited by the Washington Post, ridiculously accusing me of working as a propaganda operative for Vladamir Putin.

The Washington Post, doubling down on its commitment to false reporting, has so far refused to retract it’s obviously fictional article.

Such “lists,” in other words, can be completely fabricated out of thin air, yet cited as “authoritative” by any corrupt corporation or government that seeks to silence, intimidate or eliminate political opposition.

Technology such as driverless vehicles will obviously be leveraged to control humanity, not to set it free.

The war on the internet

Google, Facebook, Twitter, Yahoo News and other internet gatekeepers have declared war on the internet in an attempt to control and suppress information they don’t want you to see.

For years, nearly all independent media organizations — the only real “free press” in the western world — have been banned from Google News and Yahoo News.

Now, Google is blacklisting independent media websites from its Adsense program as a tactic to deny revenues to websites that publish information the left-leaning Google high priests don’t want anyone to read.

Facebook, too, has announced a new strategy to highlight “hand-picked” news publishers such as CNN, MSNBC, NYT, Washington Post and others that knowingly, deliberately and maliciously fabricate fake news.

In doing this, Facebook has decided to diminish and suppress independent media news websites, effectively driving their visibility into the margins of public consciousness.

Twitter, similarly, has already threatened to ban Donald Trump’s account if he gets out of line, and Yahoo News has systematically removed nearly all conservative news websites from its index, reinforcing the “liberal bubble” of delusional leftist news for its already deluded followers.

The aim of all this, of course, is to eliminate dissenting views altogether. It’s not about “winning” any debate; it’s about silencing those with whom the left-wing tech giants disagree.

This demonstrates the extreme, belligerent intolerance of the radical left: They have no tolerance whatsoever for views, opinions or even scientific evidence that contradicts their own twisted beliefs (which are often rooted in delusional paranoia as we’ve recently seen with their “Russian conspiracy” freakout).

The war on the internet also involves turning over domain name authority to globalist info-dictators.

President Obama recently pushed hard to surrender the domain name authority ICANN to international control, placing it under the iron fist of China’s communist leaders.

This is all by design, of course: International bodies can seize domain names or shut down DNS for targeted websites, completely free from domestic legal action.

If these internet tyrants wish to silence a website like NaturalNews.com, they simply fabricate any accusation they want, then cite that accusation to seize the domain name via ICANN.

Suddenly, the entire website gets “memory holed” or replaced with whatever propaganda the globalists want to push.

The war on dissenting literature and news

Radical leftists and globalists don’t merely want to silence opposing websites and monopolize the news; they also want to eliminate “offensive” books and literature from society.

This effort, of course, involves all sorts of book burning initiatives disguised as “inclusiveness” or “tolerance.”

Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn book has already been targeted for elimination from human history due to its historically authentic use of racial terminology.

For similar reasons, the Kurt Vonnegut book To Kill a Mockingbird has also been targeted for removal from libraries.

The justification, as always, is that the book contains “offensive” content — a wishy-washy accusation rooted in astonishing ignorance… yet strongly upheld by the intolerant left as justification for burning whatever books they currently find “offensive.”

(A slippery slope of totalitarian revisionist history if there ever was one…)

To get a sense of where all this is headed, watch the 2002 film Equilibrium, starring Christian Bale.

The film paints a remarkably authentic picture of an intolerant, militant society banning art, literature, religion and even emotion.

In essence, Equilibrium depicts what would happen if the radical leftist agenda of “safe spaces” were fast-forwarded another 20 years.

In that dystopian future, collectors of art and literature are condemned as enemies of the state and executed on sight.

(This is precisely how the radical left now views religious conservatives in America.)

Conclusion: The globalists’ war against humanity just shifted into high gear

Globalist bloodline researcher David Icke is fond of saying that even people who consider themselves to be “truth seekers” nevertheless have limits of what they are willing to embrace as truth.

I’ve also found this to be quite true, and it is with that realization firmly in mind that I’m going to share with you the final end game of all this: It is the elimination of 90% of the human population.

New Agenda 21 Policies Call for 90% Depopulation of the US

Globalists don’t merely wish to control billions of sheeple, you see. They ultimately want to eliminate them. Totalitarian control is simply one tactic toward that final aim.

Right now, billions of people won’t yet be eliminated because autonomous robots can’t yet replace human labor. But that day is rapidly approaching, and the minute it arrives, the “great culling” will begin.

Do you seriously think the globalists’ future needs low-wage, low-income, low-utility humans hanging around, consuming the planet’s resources and disrupting the globalists’ plans with ballot box votes that can’t be entirely manipulated?

No, the future doesn’t need you at all. We are all expendable in the minds of the globalists.

Globalists hold deep hatred for humanity, you see. Because they despise humanity as a whole, they also hate the individual members of it.

This is why they hold such animosity toward liberty, individual preparedness and self-reliance.

It’s the common thread behind everything they oppose: Vaccine choice, home schooling, the Second Amendment, independent media, off-grid living and even scientific truth.

My final warning is that you are not really prepared for what’s coming until you realize the globalists have declared war on humanity.

You, as a free-thinking individual, are the enemy of the globalists. They are working overtime to either control you or destroy you. There is no room in their long-term plans for any individual who thinks critically and questions the status quo.

The only humans they are willing to tolerate are obedient workers… and even those only for another generation or so.

For now, they demand your obedience. Once they have it, they will demand your silence as the culling begins. Before long, they will demand your head.

This is the plan they have already set into motion, and this plan of monumental genocide is being meticulously set up by Google, Facebook, the WashPost and truly evil destroyers of life like Jeff Bezos, Bill Gates and George Soros.

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Until you realize this, you have no chance to overcome it. Only those willing to accept the full reality of the globalist assault on humanity have a shot at defeating that demonic agenda and halting the mass genocide planned for us all.

The Holocaust of history is nothing compared to the Holocaust they have planned for humanity. In WWII, a reported six million Jews were exterminated.

Multiply that by one thousand and you now have the scale of the next depopulation holocaust planned for us all: More than six BILLION people are scheduled to be exterminated.

And they surely don’t want those who are on the schedule to be exterminated figuring out all this before the culling begins.

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Top Seven Fuels that Feed the Cancer ‘Fire’ and Mutate More Cells

Cancer is not a disease, but rather a disorder of the cells, where they mutate and multiply uncontrollably. That’s why cancer is not contagious, except for HPV, because that’s a virus, not a cell disorder.

It doesn’t matter whether you believe in “conspiracies” or not, because the fact is that American conventional food has been engineered and processed to cause cancer, and in many more ways than one.

There is a definitive reason why one out of every three Americans get cancer, when next to nobody in America got cancer 100 years ago.

Have you started wondering why the “search for the cure” is all one big scam? Sure, you wish that your donations were helping, but they’re not.

The pink ribbons are just little mini-posters that represent Ponzi schemes invented by billionaires who wanted to double and triple their wealth.

Want to prevent and cure cancer? Stop consuming chemicals, and while you’re at it, tell your friends, family, neighbors and coworkers what you’re doing.

Yes, it is that simple. Sorry about all that money you wasted walking with “Komen.”

Cancer is a ‘fire’ that needs fuel to burn

Consider a metaphor for a moment here. Imagine cancer starting out like a small brush fire in a dry field next to a forest on a sunny day with very little wind blowing. That fire needs fuel to continue and to grow.

It will use the drier brush to burn, and if the wind picks up, it will spread faster. If you go over to the fire and snuff out a small part of it, it will just continue to grow anyway (compare to surgery here for tumors).

The ultimate fuel for the cancer is the consumption of chemicals, so if you throw gasoline, oil or even alcohol on it, it grows quite quickly (think of GMOs, hydrogenated oils, artificial sweeteners and processed sugar here).

The simple solution is to remove the fuel the fire needs to burn, and then the small brush fire simply fizzles out, never becomes a forest fire, and there’s no need to call in the fire department for trucks and planes to apply “emergency aid” (think of surgery, radiation and chemotherapy).

Kill the fuel and you kill the cancer. Period.

You see, all cancer begins in the cells, and cells produce signals to control how often they divide.

Chemicals in foods, beverages, vaccines, pharmaceuticals and chemotherapy create faulty signals and destroy others, enabling the cells to multiply exponentially, and that begins the formation of a lump called a tumor.

Folks, that’s where cancer starts – in the primary tumor. That’s the brush fire. If a surgeon goes in and cuts out a small portion of that “brush fire,” what happens when you keep on pouring fuel around the rest?

You see what’s happening? The cancer industrial complex knows this.

When the genes of cells are changed by chemicals, it’s called gene mutation. This is when the cell genes have been damaged, lost or copied. There must be several of these mutations, up to half a dozen, before a normal cell turns into a cancer cell.

You could have too many proteins triggering your cells to divide too often, or you could have abnormal proteins and mutated genes telling your cells not to divide. That is why it is so dangerous to consume genetically modified organisms in food.

Scientists have woven toxic plant and insect genes into crops to kill insects, worms, animals and yes, people.

So, without further ado, here are the top seven “fuels” that feed the cancer “fire” and mutate more cells:

1. Fluoridated municipal tap water

2. Genetically modified food – (laced with pro-cancer herbicides)

3. Artificial sweeteners – namely aspartame, sucralose and sorbitol

4. Vaccines and the yearly flu shot – often contain mercury, aluminum, formaldehyde and MSG

5. Pharmaceutical medications

6. OTC (over-the-counter) medications for colds, allergies, headaches and fever – often contain heavy metal toxins, artificial sweeteners and toxic industrial-based food dyes

7. Chemotherapy and radiation

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Stop pouring gasoline on the cancer fire

What happens when someone goes to the hospital for surgery, chemotherapy or diagnostic testing?

They are trapped under a roof where the only food served is GMO, processed, cancer-causing trash. Those same patients are exposed to superbugs – bacteria that are now immune to antibiotics and conventional medicine.

Those same patients are given chemical-based pharmaceuticals for pain, infection and symptom cover-up, including toxic flu shots, vaccines, opioid-based drugs and everything else you can imagine that kills immunity and mutates cells.

In effect, hospitals directly cause cancer. The food is a processed nightmare, and hospitals even serve artificial sweeteners that are proven to be carcinogenic. Go figure.

Your body is a machine, capable of healing itself with the right medicine – nature’s medicine. That means eating clean.

Switch now to organic food, spring water and herbal remedies, and visit a naturopathic physician who understands that the right food is medicine that destroys cancer.

By S. D. Wells

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Egypt Uncovers International Satanic Organ And Child Trafficking Ring

An international Satanic organ harvesting ring has been uncovered in Egypt. Authorities have arrested doctors, nurses, professors and members of the elite allegedly involved in Satanic rituals involving human organs and dead children.

An international Satanic organ harvesting ring has been uncovered in Egypt. Authorities have arrested doctors, nurses, professors and members of the elite allegedly involved in Satanic rituals involving human organs and dead children.

The arrests of at least 45 people on Tuesday also included international organ buyers and middlemen who profit off the Satanic organization’s thirst for human body parts, the country’s Administrative Control Authority said.

Authorities said the discovery of “millions of dollars and gold bullion” prompted them to investigate further and led to the unravelling of the “largest international network for trading human organs” in the world.

It is illegal to purchase organs in Egypt, but poverty drives some to sell their body parts. Other organs are believed to have been harvested against their owners will and in some cases people were killed for the trade.

The Administrative Control Authority, a powerful anti-corruption body, claimed the network targeted on Tuesday was “made up of Egyptians and Arabs taking advantage of some of the citizens’ difficult economic conditions so that they buy their human organs and sell [them] for large sums of money”. The organs are then used in Satanic rituals around the world.

The statement on the government website added that the group was “the largest international network for trading human organs”.

Satanic ritual abuse

BBC reports: It is said the investigation, which also involved the health ministry, focused on a group of private hospitals and health centres, both licensed and unlicensed, where transplants and organ-harvesting took place, according to the Reuters news agency.

Authorities have also seized computers and documents from the 10 centres.

The arrests follow years of concern over the illegal organ trade in Egypt.

In 2010, it was named as one of the top five countries for illegal organ trade by the World Health Organization’s co-ordinator at the time, Luc Noel.

Egypt passed laws to try to curb the trade, but according to the United Nations, hundreds of poor Egyptians still sell kidneys and livers each year to be able to buy food or pay off debts.

There have also been concerns over the fate of migrants and children who come into contact with the traffickers.

In 2012, then UN refugee agency chief, Antonio Guterres, said some migrants in Egypt’s Sinai peninsula were being “killed for the traffic of organs”, while earlier this year a people smuggler told Italian prosecutors that those who could not pay their debt were sold to the organ traffickers.

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