Of Trees and Hurricanes

Originally posted on November 4, 2012, referring to Hurricane Sandy which devastated parts of New York.

The Maple

The Maple

Last week I introduced you to my experiences with a group of trees, and had hoped to ease into sharing more about how our collaboration has evolved. But because so many have written to me with concern about the trees that have been damaged or killed by the hurricane, I decided I’d just jump in and share with you this talk I had with the Maple in my forest before and after the big hurricane in 2011, and then about what the trees are doing this week to assist in the rescue efforts at a level only they can.

 August 2011

I have stopped by the Maple/Secretary Tree and to my great surprise, felt something like hysteria.

Is something wrong? Are you hysterical? Or am I picking that up from elsewhere or myself?

You know me too well, my dear. This is not the way in which I wish to greet you.

That is all right. I’ve greeted you in all kinds of emotional states and you’ve always stood lovingly with me. You are usually so calm and joyous.

That’s true, but there is a new, interesting thing happening here. In our past(s) we were able to fly freely away from an area that was about to be inundated with rain or unwise weather. We can’t rise up out of this soil. Though we are not secure, we don’t worry about things that haven’t happened. But everyone is on alert now.

Is this because of the hurricane coming through on Sunday?

Held, photo by Charlie Lemay

Held, photo by Charlie Lemay

It is a storm like we’ve never seen and it is not improbable that it will be coming into this area. The preparations are not unlike yours. “Battening down the hatches” is something we do as well, in different ways.

If lightning strikes, we may be killed and that is not usually a problem, except that we are now wondering how you will do if that happens.

Oh my God, does our connection extend to this? That you would be afraid to upset me?

We are bound together, yes; to get a mission completed that might be available to others for information, guidance, etc. We are all working together on this, and this unfortunate incidence of storms arising from man’s carelessness and not controlling these things…

Can we control these weather patterns? I have seen prayer seem to move hurricanes out to the ocean.

That is possible and we are grateful for such an idea. Let’s pray together.

Thank you. I am honored.

[I ranged to find what it meant to join in prayer with the trees and found a broad and high encompassing awareness. I am a bit bowled over that she was worried about dying because of what it might do to me and the work, the book. She feels calm and strong to me now.]

Sweet friend, are you OK now?

I am well, thank you. We aren’t usually allowed to move past our own bailiwicks in terms of area we cover. But in this forest we cross all boundaries to enable this fantastic task to continue.

Have I stretched you as you have stretched me?

Tree Love, communing with The Maple

Tree Love, communing with The Maple

You are fantastically overbearing my dear, bringing us to new places and forcing us to our highest statement of being, acting as a conduit for planetary resources and challenges to be handled and faced and addressed. This is a United Nations-like nexus point on the highest level. The meetings that you’ve attended in the other realms come through and anchor in this glen and the group of trees you call the Senate meet regularly and are involved with your “Light work.” All are in harness together and we love that. It is exciting and activating and reassuring in that we can safely assume that we are being used well in a fashion that will not impede anyone’s progression.

Satellite dishes send signals out into space and receive them. We do not have a receiver as powerful as we would like. It has come about for all of us to get together to create this broadcaster/receiver to your specifications.

I wasn’t aware of giving any specifications.

You don’t know it. We aren’t tall for no reason; we give our song and dance to others and they dance back in another rhythm. This behavior has continued forever. Now we continue to dance out these rhythms into the earth and into the stars rather consistently.

Is this tiring?

We aren’t given to fatigue; only a rhythm that comes to a halt can be shocking to our systems. That is why we are given to being solemn when one of us falls down for any reason. It means the sound/song/rhythm is no longer there and we have to accommodate newly. We have lost rhythms in large numbers and now we join ours to yours and they get stronger and more precise and more humble and graceful. This constant broadcast gives us the shivers in a way; makes the breathing/transpiring process more intense and uses great stores of CO2 and other gasses to function properly.

You are telling me you are huffing and puffing like a human doing strenuous activity.

Yes, I guess I am.

But there is strain?

No. Just more strident colors produced in ways that match and sing out in a new pattern. Quite beautiful, like new artists are we.

Wow, that is great. I am still worried if you are straining or hurting at all.

Not really. We are excited and enjoy being utilized and this is great fun!

Oh good; I wish I could see your artwork and hear your rhythms.

You will, my dear. Just open your thinking to our song cycling around in this mirror of your being.

I’d like to provide a little commentary on this exchange for extra context. In this conversation, what was remarkable to me was:

• That her stress before the hurricane was not normal for her, but that the trees were concerned about not being able to continue the work with me if something happened to them.

• They take seriously the planetary, spiritual and publishing work that we’ve been collaborating on. (If you don’t know what I am referring to, please read last week’s article, An Oak Tree Changes My Life).

• The trees are making new formations in order to try to save humanity and it seems some level of me or beyond me, unbeknown to me, is capable of offering specifications for those formations. Also note their description that the formations are made of sound and dances of light.

• Humans are really supposed to be able to control these weather patterns.

• That it helps the trees to partner with humans because they’ve lost so many of their own. We are all capable of cooperation like this if we learn to attune and then present ourselves in service. For me there is nothing more gratifying.

Now, reading back, I don’t understand what she meant in saying they used to be able to fly away; I’ll have to ask her someday.

November 2011

Dear Maple,

Are you hurting, having lost branches in the hurricane?

It is not hard to suffer my dear, but why bother? I am happy, joyful and real. I exist everywhere and every when. No matter about a few little branches. They do not suffer either. Just a shedding.

And if it all were to die?

Then we would betake ourselves elsewhere. Or do something else. We are flexible.

You are. Despite brittle branches. Anything else?

We are glad to be in your presence.

November 1, 2012: I have not been to visit this forest since this week’s hurricane, but here is what the group of trees just told me:

Dear sweet one,

We are all right. No real damage, only a release of those parts that were ready to let go anyway. Our love was heightened when you were praying for us.

We are aware of the devastation felt by many and are helping to mitigate the disaster by reaching out to the trees who have fallen to lift them into other realms. We are watching over all and assisting those in spirit [angels and masters of Light, including many people around the planet] who are coming to the aid of all who have survived and all who have been taken to the shores of another realm. This is easy, as we have become more able to assist by your loving heart reaching out to others on both sides of the veils.

As they tell me this, I am consciously bridging the veils, acting as a conduit for those in distress to be soothed and uplifted, seeing the angels and the trees working separately in different realms, divided by only a thin transparent veil, but in awareness of each other. So the rescue efforts are taking place on the ground as we assist in the other realms.

Dear friends, I was feeling something akin to survivor guilt, having had so little damage here, but that is fully mitigated now. Thank you for including me in your service in the way that I am able. I have a feeling that some of those reading this will join us too!

Elisa Novick, MSS does profound work as a healer, teacher, counselor, coach, minister, and facilitator of workshops and trainings in personal, professional, and spiritual development. She can assist you to clear personal, karmic and genetic patterns that have limited you and teach you exquisite attunement skills so you can become the magnificent master of life and Light that all of us are destined to be. Elisa has been assisting people in their growth since 1982 through her counseling practice and in facilitating over 1,000 workshops in holistic health, human development, family constellation, systemic constellation, organizational dynamics, planetary healing and spiritual awareness. Read her other Planet Waves articles here.

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5 Responses to Of Trees and Hurricanes

  1. Elisa I cannot tell you how much I’ve appreciated your contributions here. So many of my friends are trees and I am blessed to live deep in the forest of the Adirondacks. When Irene paid us a visit last year there was extensive damage and it was heartbreaking to see the raw destruction…still is, because where I live most of it still lingers and will for years to come since it is “wild” land. In the areas where the human world is active the landscape has been tided up but out in the forest, raw roots and toppled trees are very much in evidence.

    My distress about these sights is always met with a calming, soothing voice from the trees that tries to tell me that they have not “gone” anywhere…. they see themselves as part of a living system and thus, whether vertical and full of life, or horizontal and ebbing life or prone on the ground and dissolving back into the forest floor they are still very much present and giving of themselves in ways that feel good and normal to them. (though the trees with the roots laid bare do sometimes say that it is one of their biggest challenges to process, at least that is what they told me at the time)

    Once, while camping alone in Scotland in the presence of the Ancient Grandmother trees left over from the original Caledonian forest, I heard them urging me to get up well before dawn… “Wake UP!” they insisted….”You’ll miss it”….so I got up, bundled up and rolled out of the tent to see what the fuss was all about. It was a slow and clear dawn….and when the sun finally peeked over the shoulder of the great glen, I heard all the trees sigh and sing in a quiet unison as the first rays of the sun tipped their crowns with gold…it was nothing like a human chorus but the emotional experience was something between pure joy, delight and glee with a deep undertone of reverence …but on very quiet and subtle notes. It brought tears to my eyes and I sent a prayer of gratitude out to the Grandmothers that they woke me up to be able to be present to it all.

    Before the recession there was a new tourist experience developing in the glen… experienced tree climbers were taking people up into the Grandmother trees and giving tours of the unique micro-environments that were being discovered held aloft by these ancient beings. They were making some amazing discoveries…. whole microcosms of previously unknown plants and animals were occupying the horizontal spaces held within the branches of the trees. Great care is taken not to harm the trees for these explorations and the human crews move their scaffolding and ropes set up every so often to make sure no individual tree is too stressed by all the visitors… but it was a very big attraction for those who were seeking a more intimate adventure with the landscape. I hope I get back there some day and get to take one of these tours…I’ve heard from another Tree-lover who talks to the Grandmothers that they are thrilled with this new exchange…and especially love it when the children come and visit them.

    Thank you so much for your articles….they are the highlight of my week! And thank you Eric for sharing Elisa with us!!

  2. stormilarue says:

    trees, truth and trust! a friend just sent me this…

    “For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

    Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

    A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

    A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

    When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

    A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one’s suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

    So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”

    ? Hermann Hesse, Bäume. Betrachtungen und Gedichte

  3. MaeveMaeve says:

    “No real damage, only a release of those parts that were ready to let go anyway.”

    Oh, there it is. That’s what I was needing to read. Thank you.

  4. LizzyHuffy says:

    “I have a feeling that some of those reading this will join us too!” You bet, Elisa. Thank you.

  5. Yeshe says:

    Thank you so much for the work you do and thank you for validating a part of my own personal experience on this planet. My escape from my own dysfunctional family, as several others have written about, we’re the five acres of land our house sat on, surrounded by Pikes Peak National forest. I had the luxury as a small child to take off hiking through the woods when the world of adults, or juggles, just became too much to bear. I had my paths that I followed, mostly deer runs through the woods. And along those paths stood many of my best friends- large, stately Ponderosa pines, some straight and tall reaching to the heavens like a rocket, others crooked and bent, but providing great ledges and seats to rest upon. Some wore the permanent scars of lightening strikes. Among them, on the north facing slopes, stood the blue spruces, wearing there long skirts of soft tender branches that I loved the feel of against my cheeks. Spread through out in small groves were the aspens and cottonwoods, their leaves like gold coins. I spoke to them and told them of my travails. I shed my tears on their roots and felt their branches wrap around me in gigantic hugs. To me they were as much individuals as the people walking down the street. And they were all my friends. An hour or so amongst their presence and the world was a better place, with my batteries recharged. Three months ago I was guided to my new rental house, and it is surrounded by a group of large trees, deciduous and fruit trees. I feel cradled in their presence as I grieve the loss of my father and let go of those brittle branches of the family karma that I no longer need to carry.

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The Other Side of the Veil

Posted originally on February 23, 2014

When I wrote about “last timers” two weeks ago, most of the responses had to do not directly with the subject matter, but with the experiences people have had with those who’ve died. So I thought I’d chime in with some of my own thoughts and stories.

In another previous article, I mentioned that as a child, I found myself turning away to hide an embarrassed grin whenever I was told that someone had died. I wasn’t a monster; I must have known something.

I certainly have not been untouched by grief and expect that I will be even more deeply touched as friends pass on before I do, (all of my close family are already gone) yet having worked with people before, during and after they’ve made that passage, I have a slightly different perspective. Rather than go into any sort of discourse on what happens when we die or where we go, I will just tell you some true tales from my experiences. (I won’t use full names though for privacy.)

Z. was a large, intelligent woman with a great sense of humor and a New Yorker’s blunt tell-it-like-it-is way of speaking, who had come from a loud Jewish family. She was a student of the Mystical Traveler, so she did not need assistance from me when she died. When I looked in on her she was doing well with all the Light support she needed. A short while afterwards though, I was sitting in meditation when I heard her voice say, “Yo! Take this down.” So I took out my computer and transcribed a letter to her husband. It contained reassurance to him that she was grateful for their life together and wanted him to be happy and remarry. Toward the end of the letter she said, “and don’t worry about the fucking door.” I had no idea what that meant but I dutifully took it down.

When I read the letter to her husband, he told me that in their apartment, the central hallway was very dark. I knew that because I’d stayed there in the days when I traveled to New York City to give classes in their living room. There was an inner hallway that had doors to the living room, bedroom and bathroom, and when all were closed it was a very dark center of the apartment. They had found a door with a glass window in it in the basement and were planning to replace one of the doors, but had never gotten around to it. The door was on its side hidden behind a piece of furniture.

As I’m sure you’ve already noticed, the great thing about this story, besides being funny, is that it does seem to provide proof that her consciousness, at least at that moment just a short while after death, was still fully her and functional. There was no way I could have known about the “fucking door.”

For a number of years, I have volunteered at a prison with men who, for the most part, are serving life sentences, and there were two wonderful men who I particularly cared for. I could partner with each spiritually for healing and being with them was a great joy and support to me as it was to them. They were friends and both were diagnosed with terminal cancer at about the same time, shared a hospital room, and died within two weeks of each other. One of them, W. died the night before I went into the hospital with an emergency appendectomy, though I didn’t know it. That week I kept having the same gloomy vision of statues under the sea with dark green water rippled with light from the waves above and seaweed swirling around them, which I attributed to the morphine flowing through me.

When I found out that W. was gone, I had a moment of revelation when I realized that what I was seeing was W’s death dream. Though he was quite peaceful knowing that he was about to die, his childhood fear of the sea had affected his experience. I knew about this because often I was asked to provide the opening guided visualization and meditation when the group met. When I took them to the beach in Mexico where I’d been, he had told me that, growing up in Puerto Rico, he had hated the hot sand on the beach and was afraid of the ocean.

I tracked his frequency and found him in an illusionary world under the water. So I dragged him out and cleaned off the seaweed and showed him that without a physical body, he could also have fun. There had always been an attraction between us, expressed mostly through our eyes while he was alive. (A hug, if seen by the guards, would not only get you barred from the prison but would shut down the entire group for a period of time as punishment.) We spent the next few weeks flying and dancing romantically through the stars like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers. It was thrilling.

Most of the people I’ve worked with were easily available for three weeks and then moved on to where I could no longer make contact. W. told me he’d stay for a while, but after several weeks, he left. I felt him move on to be with his wife, who had died a few years before, and to other things he had to do. Once he was gone, I was unable to make contact again. This was another proof to me that this was not my imagination, as there was no way for me to make that pleasurable relationship come back.

Meanwhile, B. our friend, died two weeks after W. I was already out of the hospital. I’d been told that B. was very angry that he was dying. That was a bit strange, as that was not his usual way. He had once said that he’d never expected to come to prison (he was in for a murder he did not commit) as his path to enlightenment. But he had done a huge amount of work on himself and grown to become a fine man and many people in and out of the prison depended on him emotionally. Both he and W. were stalwart supports to everyone around them through their calm demeanor and wise words and advocacy. He felt he had much more to do.

My guidance had already informed me that the reason W. and B. were both leaving within a year of my arrival at the prison was that the increased focus of Light had helped them complete and their souls had decided that there was nothing more for them to learn after 40 years each in prison. I was happy for them, though very sad for myself, as they were highlights of my visits there. When I find people who seem particularly responsive to the work I bring it is very gratifying and I felt so good when we were in the energy together, knowing that Spirit was flowing in and through us in service, one of the most wondrous sensations I know.

When we held one of the Godwork Meetings in Mexico in 2007, the men in the prison group set up an energy field of support for us that we could feel very palpably when we were there. B.’s energy was like a mountain of love. I was told later than W. would run the track at the prison, with his hands out in front of him, sending us love and energy. When I had asked him to assist us, he thanked me for giving him something to do this year, though his loving sparkling eyes and enlightened words already made him the saint and loving father-figure to all around him.

I was mystified that B. was so angry, but then I realized that his soul had already departed. When the soul leaves before the body dies, only the basic self or lower consciousness is left and that can be extremely childlike and unconnected to wisdom.

After B. died, I had a vision of him riding around fast on a bicycle, with a frantic or even hysterical tone, as if crazily making up for lost time. W. and I went to him and helped him calm down and I decided to show him that you could do a lot of other fun things without a body. I jumped up and balanced myself upside down on W.’s head to prove the point. A while after that, B. showed me some of his favorite places in Boston from his childhood and then took up residence on my right side. He and I did not have the kind of sensuous relationship I had with W. He was a quiet, loving presence for me, using the opportunity to learn by observing my life. He was there for several months, his personality fading over time, until I sensed him just as a deeply peaceful teal color that then turned to white and eventually slipped away without my noticing.

The recovery period from my appendectomy was one of the most astounding in my life. So many wonderful people came through with assistance and love, visits, healing sessions, house prepared for me, meals brought and dishes cleaned, flowers, songs, prayer communion, good wishes, that I was in tremendous joy. Yet in the almost unbearable suffering of the long nights, it was W. and B. whose love and joy kept me going.

I was good friends with my aunt Martha. She had ignored her intuition not to enter a supermarket and been hit in the heel with a shopping cart, which put her in agony for nine years until she died. She wanted to die earlier, but for a long time stubbornly held on because she wanted to be the last of her siblings to go so they would not suffer. When she had a chance and died on the operating table during a minor surgery, she yearned to go toward the Light she saw, and was almost there, but in the distance she heard a nurse upset that they were losing her and so she came back, “so the nurse wouldn’t get in trouble.” I told her that my friend’s mother had said she was going to die on Wednesday while watching her favorite TV show though she wasn’t sick, and on a Wednesday shortly after that, they found her gone with a smile on her face, in front of the TV. Martha wanted desperately to know how she did it. She even begged me to find a way to kill her, having read about Dr. Kevorkian’s work, which I couldn’t and wouldn’t.

It was a poignant and difficult nine years, but eventually it was time. A short while before Martha died, I came in and she was beatific, telling me that she had seen God. Since Martha was agnostic and looking forward to blipping out into nothingness when she died, that was surprising to me. When I asked what had happened I learned that she had not seen God at all, but just me in the soul. I told her that we all looked like that shining presence of Light that she had seen and that God was far greater than that. She also saw her family awaiting her.

The last time I saw her alive, I “saw” someone bend over and kiss her on the forehead. I asked my guidance whether that was the “kiss of death” and whether the presence I felt kiss her was the “angel of death.” To both questions I got a “yes.” I had thought those were just turns of phrase or metaphors, but it seems that they are real. I was an angel of death though; there is not just one.

Martha finally left the night after I had just moved into a new home, my car filled with the belongings one doesn’t trust to a moving van. I didn’t arrive until four hours later. There was great peace in the room. I found her soul and she introduced me to her sister, who had died before I was born. This sister had had an operatic voice and was a sweet person, but she died in her twenties, so this was the first time I’d met her, or so I thought. I actually recognized her as a rabbi I’d known in a previous lifetime, so it was a joyful reunion. Martha was what they called a “maiden aunt,” having never married. She had told me that there was someone once but he never asked her. She also introduced me to him; they were finally together. Shortly after that Martha left to go where I could not track her anymore. But interestingly, they say that the veils are thinnest on Halloween and she died on Halloween. I do feel her presence on those nights, a bit.

[Note: Before I get any more wistful comments from people wishing they could do what I do, or questions about whether I was born knowing this stuff — tracking soul frequencies, etc. — I do teach people how to do what I do. See Accessing the Inner Master, which is now an online course.]

There are many more stories. Here are a couple of snippets. I was called about a woman who died in a car crash. I had never met her, but I can get someone’s frequency when another person speaks of them, so I located her and was able to help her come out of shock and move on. There was a man I had talked to about his imminent death from cancer during a healing ceremony for him. I was not invited to be with him since I wasn’t a close friend, but I felt summoned the day he left. So I just tuned in and found him, heavily dosed with morphine. He was logy and befuddled, as the frequency of the drug was still with him. I (with spiritual assistance) transmuted the drug frequencies until he was clear and watched him rise into a great column of gorgeous Light with bright beings surrounding him with love.

What I find most important in all of this, and something that has helped many of my clients and friends, is that it is so helpful to know that the person who dies is accessible for a while. We may be so bereft that we do not keep up the relationship, find out how the friend or relative is doing, assist when necessary, complete if there is completion needed. We have learned that death is a tragedy, a bad thing, a final thing. We may no longer believe that, but when it actually happens we can forget and think the person is no longer available to us, that the opportunity for completion or healing is gone. It is the cut-off, though imagined, that is the most painful. Even after the person passes beyond where you can communicate with her or him, that relationship continues to mature inside of you. When we stay active in the engagement, the energy doesn’t get stuck in unbearable grief, but can continue to transform, deepen, even into joy.

3 Responses to The Other Side of the Veil

Elisa Novick says:
February 24, 2014 at 7:08 pm

Thanks for your comments. I wanted to add, about maintaining the relationship, that I do not mean keeping the person here through attachment. I’ve worked with many to release what I call “stuck souls.” These are entities that are hanging around either because of ancestor worship, emotional attachment and incompletions, or other reasons. When one of my friends had visited a former slave plantation her health went down. We discovered that there were hundreds of stuck souls whether because of the ancestor worship of the African slaves or because of abuse or other reasons I don’t know. When they were released, my friend’s health levels went back up and she laughed, saying, “I’ll always wanted to ‘set my people free.’”

Also about clearing the morphine or shock from someone, once you’ve connected with someone after they’ve died, any kind of healing that you practice with people who are alive, in person or at a distance, can be engaged in. Doing that in “the mind’s eye” is potent. Of course, my prayer always includes that the healing take place only for the highest good.
Many people have said to me, “but maybe it is all in my imagination” and cut themselves off from a meaningful experience. The imaginative process is involved in all we do, that does not mean that the experience is just a projection with nothing on the other end. We may indeed be just projecting, or interpreting according to our own belief systems or desires, but if so, might as well make it a good one that serves you. And if it is real, you may be doing terrific service.

When I am working with someone, I trust my guidance to determine whether they are just making up something or making a real communication, and I usually find that there is a connection taking place. If I had any advice to give, it would be to be observational, check things out as far as you can, until you can learn to trust your inner experience. Whatever happens, use it in your favor, not against yourself or others. Almost everything going on here is more blessed than we can imagine.

Firehorse says:
February 24, 2014 at 4:40 pm

Thank you so much Elisa for writing on this topic. I have had many experiences with the dying, and a large part of my service is helping people say good bye to their four footed friends during their transition.

Your description of the morphine fog and the transmutation of that validates an experience I had with my father as he was dying. I was holding his hand as the hospice nurse started the morphine drip, and I felt the fog overtake him, and then I actually experienced him transcending it, regaining his clarity of mind. Thank you for that validation that it can take place.

Also, the importance of “maintaining the relationship with the dead person. My relationship with my father has actually been so much more profound since he has been gone. I almost felt guilty after he died because I felt so much closer to him.
I would love to do some work with you. When you come back to the states, if you ever want to come visit south Florida please let me know.

Lizzy says:
February 24, 2014 at 5:59 am

Thank you for this beautiful, moving piece, dear Elisa, which has just made me realize something I’ve been thinking over a lot these last days. An Argentinian woman, who lives opposite me, recently lost one of her sisters to cancer – and the poor thing has been going back and forth to Argentina, being an ex-pat myself (but considerably less far away from my family than this woman) and with a beloved sister, the grief she must be experiencing doesn’t bear thinking about. At the same time, her flat has been without electricity for over two months now – it’s a long story which has a lot to do with horrific incompetence and indifference on the part of the electricity board. As a result of this she has been staying with a dear friend, a fellow Argentinian woman, who lives on the floor below. I bumped into this woman (the one who lives opposite me) the other evening, and she told me that her other sister also had cancer. Unbearable news to hear, coupled with the fact that she’s unable to live in her own flat right now. But later on a light came on (excuse me!) – my neighbour is a very strong woman, very proud and reserved . extremely kind, with good friends, but rather solitary. It suddenly dawned on me that this situation with her flat had happened because she* had* to live with other people right now, which gave my heart great solace. And on reading your piece, dear Elisa, I thought that maybe the sister who had passed away had something to do with it? Good to share this here, Thank you again, Elisa. Much love to you.

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The Sound of the Planet

Elisa-delightWhen I was interviewed me about the Thriving Planet World Tour I’m about to begin, I mentioned that one of the layers to the work we would be doing in the workshops with people and trees has to do with carrying out a higher purpose — in part with transforming the sound of the planet. Here is some of what I’ve learned and about the work that I do myself and with others as a Lightworker.

The pattern of light-color-sound-rhythm of the planet is heard far out into the universe and it receives responses according to the health and spiritual frequency of the broadcast.

A whale uses the large pockets of oily substance and bones in its head to echolocate and communicate for hundreds of miles. Before the ocean was polluted with junk and man-made sound, they could communicate far further — I’ve read estimates from over 6,000 miles to “from Antarctica to the Aleutians” (attributed to Carl Sagan) meaning across the entire planet.

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Cheryl dancing the Light and the Sound

In the same way, the sound of the planet resonates through the veins and pockets of oil, gas, water and crystalline formations. The trees, too, have had a large part in broadcasting the sound of the planet and calling forth the forces that are needed here. This sound is heard and understood and responded to in other places in the universe. Now that many of these resources have been mined, oil, gas and water emptied, trees cut down, whale song muted, it is we “in concert” with those left who can do this, who can hold and broadcast a wholesome and beautiful sound.

The quality of the sound is very important. Just as an unhealthy body-mind will have a vibratory pattern reflecting toxicity, acidity and misery, that invites microbes from within and without to digest the body back into earth, so an unhealthy sound of the planet can invite scavengers and predators to strip and recycle and feed upon the energy here.

I asked about the sound of the planet and got this:

It is a great sound, that projects far and wide in the universe, it is a creature sound, one that tells and foretells the way in which the earth and its inhabitants are moving — its health, its vitality, its love quotient. And it howls when there is death and destruction that is wanton, unnecessary or unnatural to its own credence (something like credentials or a charter of its faith) which it has been doing, as well as proclaiming many messages of life, growth and an exponential raising of its consciousness through the attention of its inhabitants, too. So it is like a report card, in which the various traits are ticked off and measured and it gives this quotient so that it can receive the attention or awareness it needs from this universe and others as well.

Now be aware of your transient though powerful effect on its existence. There has been a gradual shift in the temperature that this report represents, towards a golden color. This has happened due to your influence and those working in other places in other ways, on the measurements that are recreated moment by moment.

Now that there is more gold-green, it calls forth a different response, a warmer response, just as teachers in a classroom are warmed when a student responds to their ministrations and begins to show more promise — that they are getting somewhere. The teachers may want to treat others in the same way, but are naturally drawn to the child or children that care about their work and engage fully. As a result of your work, they are more fully engaged in making this a better place, the “hood” is being transformed daily. People are coming forth to speak of their truth, their needs, the wonders, their traditions being sacred to them. They are caring for themselves more, less afraid to speak, to say they are one with the universe at times and that is very pleasing to others who listen and respond.

The total destruction of this earth is not averted yet, but the progress stands as significant. Keep going and make this happen in their hearts as you can and then leave fulfilled knowing your/God’s work has been done in and through you, but that you are no longer in control and can release it too, when the time comes.
– The Inner Master

Maple (Secretary Tree)

Maple (Secretary Tree)

When I’ve spoken with the trees, they frequently refer to sound, resonance, patterns, dancing rhythms, colors, as modes of communication.
…we give our song and dance to others and they dance back in another rhythm.
– Maple

The patterns of light-color-sound-rhythm can cause pleasure or pain, disease or health, death or life. The trees say that as a result of the work we’ve been doing with them, they are mobilizing to help save us and life on this planet.

This is what was happening:

…there were limitations on what we could do; the program was turned to different station, that of making way for the scavengers to come through to clean up the problems caused by humans, which were making a bad sound that had to be changed. Your work and that of others, to transform the vibration has been slowly changing the “rating.”

You mean like the Standard & Poor’s ratings of the financial world’s institutions?

Something like that, which is why I used that term.

Because of the awareness and new patterns we’ve been instituting:

… your terminology would be to call it a first, a premier, a new creation, including ailing mankind in a new turnabout, toward a new dispensation.
Finishing this yearbook of might makes right and power and greed as the prime motivations, to call forth a new paradigm, one that we might call a Mystery run. As we call forth new colors into this spectrum, you will be feeling a lightening of consciousness and a cleaner, more concentrated focus into creation. Your scientists likely will find out that there are molecular forms that are dedicated to bringing about planetary change that are now activated. This was always encoded, but had to be activated.

What has done that?

Your presence and those who have called forth a change, brings it more into consciousness. It takes an activation code, so to speak, wherein numbers of beings in a concerted fashion are calling forth the life principle to create anew this beautiful place, this dimension called planet in which there is so much potential (also already wired in).

These are the wondrous consequences of beings who are asking, yearning to be caught up into a galaxy spiral and whisked in the stars and yet, still care enough to take care of their gardens and their surroundings and to be kind and considerate and careful that all get the same considerations as they themselves want.

Further advice for our next piece to be accomplished on the Thriving Planet World Tour:

planet-healing1Place in the Light a new resonance that stems from the changes that are taking place here and in your being.
– Oak

We have lost rhythms in large numbers and now we join ours to yours and they get stronger and more precise and more humble and graceful.
– Maple

Everyone who participates in this is so appreciated. Here are words from the Oak after one of ourTree Love: Heart of the Forest workshops:
Martha has touched our hearts; she gets the sympathetic resonances, the colors the changes as we produce different sounds and palettes of color range and tone. And our sweetheart, Stanley, is now vibrating far and in awe with her experience and will funnel the sound toward the Light in a greater way. Her beam is planted permanently here and in other realms, bridging across these dimensions and into infinity, carrying sound waves and information that is necessary for the next incarnation of Light manifestation on and of this planet…

When I think about the larger work to be initiated on the Thriving Planet World Tour, I remember these words:

A new awakening has shifted theses people’s hearts but it needs to go further. You have the information, now run with it.
– Council Trees

You are welcomed to participate in the Thriving Planet World Tour. To listen to and read past conversations with Elisa Novick on Planet Waves, plus her articles, please use this link. You’re invited to visit her website and Facebook page.

3 Responses to The Sound of the Planet

Elisa Novick says:
March 22, 2013 at 10:23 pm
Great stories. I’d love to see the photo you mentioned Fe Bongolan. Are we friends on Facebook? I hope so. And awordedgewise, too, being in a state of gratitude makes everything glow doesn’t it? I hope you are also stopping to hear their response, and would love to hear about that too. Blessings, Elisa

awordedgewise says:
March 17, 2013 at 6:40 pm
Elisa,
Your sharing here always reminds me to feel the trees (plants, animals) as I go about my days – to thank them, to ask for their input, support, love, guidance – and this is good.
Thank you.

Fe Bongolan says:
March 17, 2013 at 4:22 pm
Elisa:
Early this morning I posted on Facebook a picture taken and emailed to me by my sister of a humpback whale leaping joyfully out of the ocean. Her dance class had just finished and she captured it. One of my Facebook friends said the dance class was still going on for the whale.

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Something Good, Spreading Fast

Something Good, Spreading Fast
Posted on February 17, 2013

By Elisa Novick
Today is the first day of my retreat in a little cabin in the woods. The trees here are serving the planet and humanity in ways that humble me. (Those of you following me on Facebook might have seen the photos and stories from when I was here last summer.)

I’m bundled up on the porch typing into my iPhone. Though I haven’t yet gone out to visit the tree and boulder friends I met last summer, I can feel their welcome. Which makes me think about what’s going on in the world.
When I studied in the Healers’ Training at the Center of the Light in the early 1980s, we were taught about the importance of water in the body. We learned that each of us needs three to four quarts per day to replace lost fluids, heal, cleanse, and optimize the functioning of the physical body.
Not only that, but we “burn” up more water when we are doing healing work and need it to keep from taking on unserving energies. It is almost impossible to be happy, healthy, and psychically protected without sufficient water in the system.
So we all began lugging around our jugs of water. You could always tell a Center of the Light student by the jug of water by her or his side.
Nowadays almost everyone I know carries a bottle of water with them. How did that happen?
We also learned 21 cleanses for the liver and gall bladder and a few for dissolving kidney stones. No one in my world had ever talked about the fact that you could dissolve gall stones or kidney stones and flush them out. Now you can find scores of gall bladder and kidney flushes on the web. There are excellent books, trainings, and group cleansing processes being conducted, not just in person but also guided over the web.
I often wonder about how that information spread so fast. I presume the Center of the Light was not the only place teaching these things, but we were not aware of it at the time. There was no World Wide Web. And some of what we were learning was channeled by one of our teachers who had never published her work.

The concepts of holistic healing and consciousness growth and spiritual development have also taken off in unprecendented ways around the globe.
In my classes we learn to attune subtle awareness for healing and personal mastery, the spiritual growth process and for service to the whole. We become aware of the energy fields we create and what happens when two or more fields come into relationship, and about forming new exquisite, coherent patterns of healing and thriving for ourselves and the planet. This work may still be highly advanced for many, and too far out for most, yet everywhere I go, the people who participate get what it is.
Not only that, but I find that, for the most part, the people showing up for the work are beginning at a higher level than those that came in 20 years ago. I can start beginners at levels I used to consider advanced.
So something is happening, something wondrous. When I see all of the horrendous, destructive actions being perpetrated on this planet, I am also reminded that there is another movement taking place. The mysterious ways in which a higher consciousness is seeding itself around the planet is having an effect. And I honor all those in human or non-human body and in spirit who have initiated and dispersed that movement.
I do not know how much I will see of how this will flower in this lifetime. Yet as I sit here, surrounded by trees so happy that I am here, so expectant, as if they are straining at the bit for me to get started with the next round of sharing and loving communion, I have a profound feeling that all is, indeed, alright.
To listen to and read past conversations with Elisa Novick on Planet Waves, plus her articles, please use this link. You’re invited to visit her website and Facebook page.
Elisa Novick, MSS does profound work as a healer, teacher, counselor, coach, minister, and facilitator of workshops and trainings in personal, professional, and spiritual development. She can assist you to clear personal, karmic and genetic patterns that have limited you and teach you exquisite attunement skills so you can become the magnificent master of life and Light that all of us are destined to be. Elisa has been assisting people in their growth since 1982 through her counseling practice and in facilitating over 1,000 workshops in holistic health, human development, family constellation, systemic constellation, organizational dynamics, planetary healing and spiritual awareness. You may email her directly at elisanovick [at] thrivingplanet [dot] org.

7 Responses to Something Good, Spreading Fast
Viviane says:
February 26, 2013 at 8:19 am
When I was 17 years old, I was dancing at a disco and I got a vision. I felt so happy that I got up on a little stage and I proceeded to tell everyone that the world would* change and that our generation would do this but no one would even notice because it would be done quietly by many people, all at once. I felt certain this would come to pass. And it has. back then even talking about astrology qualified as being an idiot and to be dismissed.
The turning point happened a few years back, between 2005 and 2009. We almost didn’t make it but we did. It is done now but it will probably take about a couple hundred years to solidify. Have fun weaving.

Elisa Novick says:
February 19, 2013 at 4:14 pm
I feel all of your comments as a blessing too. My own words got me to wondering how much of what we’ve done in the Godwork Meetings since 1997 and other work I’ve facilitated in endless workshops and sessions has helped this happen. Maybe that’s the jug of water I’ve contributed to the world. I’ve always cringed a bit hearing about a Shift; we all want to think our generation is the special one. But you know, I think there is more happening than I know, we know, we will ever know. I just keep moving, creating this Thriving Planet World Tour to offer more opportunities for more people to step into who they truly are as co-creators with God and Universe and to Light up the planet, my mind not knowing for sure that it makes a difference or is even necessary, yet inside of me, the part that knows, quite sure. And I also know that you are all part of that and for that I am grateful.

Fe Bongolan says:
February 18, 2013 at 7:11 pm
I so look forward to your posts, Elisa, and have found myself edging slowly and purposely towards the soft way you describe. It is helping me heal my body and clear my mind. So glad to find you here in our PW space!

Judith Gayle says:
February 18, 2013 at 12:08 pm
An echo of confirmation — God/dess, water and earth, community, Shift … heart expanding stuff:http://words-of-power.blogspot.com/2013/02/this-is-beginning-of-change-female.html

beleclaire says:
February 18, 2013 at 8:25 am
I add my thanks too Elisa. It is comforting to know that you see these changes, this evolution of humanity and your post gives me a strong sense of hope.Thank you

Lizzy says:
February 18, 2013 at 1:54 am
I second Jude’s lovely comment. Thank you, dear Elisa.

Judith Gayle says:
February 17, 2013 at 11:37 pm
Something of a benediction, isn’t it! Such a blessing to glimpse that Knowing, softening the edges of … everything. Thanks for sharing that with us today. And please give my regards to your friends in the days ahead. I was raised in the redwoods, where I first met the faeries. I was befriended by the eucalyptus, who sang me to sleep. I envy your retreat … and your company. Blessed be.

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A special call to those who are called to be Lightbearers for this world.

We have the ability to work through the Light to bring forth a new manifestation to this planet. When we work together, the action of the Light is multiplied.

My job is to bring together those people who desire and are ready to come together in communion to call forth a new manifestation, in accordance with our awareness of the highest truth and in willingness to allow that which is for the highest good of all to be translated into this level through them. As Lightbearers and Lightworkers, we want only to serve and to put away those things that are no longer working for us in order to be there when needed or called. We are willing to do the inner and outer work necessary so we can be healthy, happy, and available to the inspiration coming to and through us. We don’t have to be perfect, we just have to be open and show up.

So many of you have been waiting to be called. Here is a call. If your inner guidance says yes, make yourself known and I will bring you together with those who are also on that wave of information. Some of you will know that this isn’t for you, not your time, not your place, not those you can serve with; and that is fine. There is no force, no last chance, no pressure. But if it is time, put it out there, let me and others know and make it happen.

 

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What is the difference between group prayer and Godwork?

In the Godwork we not only place out our love and intention, as is so beautifully done in prayer, but we also add some important aspects that make it potent. First and always we ask for only that which is the for the highest good to take place, so we are not placing out our emotionality or trying to control that which takes place, trusting the highest Light. This Light has been called the Holy Spirit, the Christ Light or in Hebrew, the Shekhina. (Maybe every language and spiritual path has a term for it.) But we also bring in a precision, an attunement, a Light pattern that we form in consciousness and with the placement of our bodies. Some can even do it in the mind’s eye, seeing and sensing the placements internally. This pattern is guided into place by the highest spiritual forces, through means of our knowing, our intuition and our willingness, so that we become the prayer and the fulfillment of the prayer at the same time.

This seed pattern or multidimensional blueprint or matrix, though so exquisitely delicate and not able to be seen with the physical eyes, is nevertheless a field of information. Some people see it with the internal vision as a three dimensional lacework, or a constellation of points of light like stars, or a beautiful shape — often geometric — or color or they hear a tone or a chord, or feel a specific flow of energy or of love. Whatever we experience, what it truly is goes further than we can imagine, because it extends into dimensions that we do not have senses or reference points for. But the representations inform our senses so we know we are actively doing something and in that the feedback is invaluable. Nevertheless these patterns, blessed and corrected or enhanced or extended by the those working with us and through us in Spirit, become the matrices that can call forth a new, pristine manifestation into our world, our universe and our lives. When the work is complete, we release it and move on, most often with a peace, in knowing that God’s work is done. A deep satisfaction and profound joy arise from the spiritual heart and all are blessed.

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An Oak Tree Changes My Life

Elisa's Oak

Elisa’s Oak

Eleven years ago I walked down a forest path and was met by a wave of love like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was emanating from a magnificent and noble oak tree. I asked inwardly whether this was a teacher for me and was told that this was a partner with whom I could work anywhere in the galaxy! (I am a healer who works with people, individually and in groups, toward personal, relational, and planetary healing.) Since that time I have had the most amazing experiences in that forest and have brought many people to Tree Love: Heart of the Forest workshops, who have also had remarkable experiences. Writing a book about what I have learned from being with the trees, including the communications I’ve had with my inner guidance and the trees themselves has engendered in me a great desire to learn more about the role trees play in promoting and preserving life on this planet and to inspire others to see their value and to save them, not just so we will have oxygen to breathe, but so we will have more companions with whom to share our love and spiritual journeys.

Here are quotes from the Tree Love: Heart of the Forest workshop that were excepted from my upcoming book:

Elisa Novick’s Tree Love Excerpts

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The Maple: before the hurricane, August 2011

As we are about to have a hurricane come through here on the East Coast of the United States, I thought you might like to hear this talk I had with the Maple in my forest before the big hurricane in 2011. It was remarkable to me in that she indicated that the trees there were concerned about not being able to continue the work with me if something happened to them. They take seriously the planetary, spiritual and publishing work that we’ve been collaborating on. (If you don’t know what we are referring to, read the introduction, An Oak Tree Changes My Life.) The trees are making new formations in order to try to save humanity and it seems some level of me or beyond me, unbeknownst to me, is capable of offering specifications for those formations. Amazing! Also that it helps them to partner with humans because they’ve lost so many of their own. We are all capable of cooperation like this if we just know that we can, learn to attune, and then present ourselves in service. For me there is nothing more gratifying. Now, reading back, I don’t understand what she meant in saying they used to be able to fly away; I’ll have to ask her someday. At the end of this talk, I’ve added a bit of what she said after the hurricane, too.

I have stopped by the Maple/Secretary Tree and to my great surprise, felt something like hysteria.

Is something wrong? Are you hysterical? Or am I picking that up from myself or elsewhere?

You are knowing me too well, my dear. This is not the way in which I wish to greet you.

That is alright. I’ve greeted you in all kinds of emotional states and you’ve always stood lovingly with me as I went through my gyrations. You are usually so calm and joyous.

That’s true. . . .

There is a new interesting thing happening here. In our past(s) we were able to fly freely away from an area that was about to be inundated with rain or unwise weather. We can’t rise up out of this soil. Though we are not secure, we don’t worry about things that haven’t happened. But everyone is on alert now.

Is this because of the hurricane coming through on Sunday?

It is a storm like we’ve never seen and it is not improbable that it will be coming into this area. The preparations are not unlike yours. “Battening down the hatches” is something we do as well, in different ways.

If lightning strikes, we may be killed and that is not usually a problem, except that we are now wondering how you will do if that happens.

Oh my God, does our connection extend to this? That you would be afraid to upset me?

We are bound together, yes; to get a mission completed that might be available to others for information, guidance, etc. We are all working together on this and this unfortunate incidence of storms arising from man’s carelessness and not controlling these things . . .

Can we control these weather patterns? I have seen prayer seem to move hurricanes out to the ocean.

That is possible and we are grateful for such an idea. Let’s pray together.

Thank you. I am honored.

[I ranged to find what it meant to join in prayer with the trees and found a broad and high encompassing awareness. We’ll see what happens. I am a bit bowled over that they (or at least she) were worried about dying because of what it might do to me and the work, the book, etc.

She feels calm and strong to me now.]

Sweet friend, are you OK now?

I am well, thank you. We aren’t allowed to move past our own bailiwicks in terms of area we cover. But in this forest we cross all boundaries to enable this fantastic task to continue.

Have I stretched you as you have stretched me?

You are fantastically overbearing my dear; bringing us to new places and forcing us to our highest statement of being, acting as a conduit for planetary resources and challenges to be handled and faced and addressed. This is a United Nations-like nexus point on the highest level. The meetings that you’ve attended in the other realms come through and anchor in this glen, the group of trees you call the Senate meet regularly and are involved with your “Lightwork.” All are in harness together and we love that. It is exciting and activating and reassuring in that we can safely assume that we are being used well in a fashion that will not impede anyone’s progression. Satellite dishes send signals out into space and receive them. We do not have a receiver as powerful as we would like. It has come about for all of us to get together to create this broadcaster/receiver to your specifications.

I wasn’t aware of giving any specifications.

You don’t know it. We aren’t tall for no reason; we give our song and dance to others and they dance back in another rhythm. This behavior has continued forever. Now we continue to dance out these rhythms into the earth and into the stars rather consistently.

Is this tiring?

We aren’t given to fatigue; only a rhythm that comes to a halt can be shocking to our systems. That is why we are given to being solemn when one of us falls down for any reason. It means the sound/song/rhythm is no longer there and we have to accommodate newly. We have lost rhythms in large numbers and now we join ours to yours and they get stronger and more precise and more humble and graceful. This constant broadcast gives us the shivers in a way; make the breathing/transpiring process more intense and uses great stores of CO2 and other gasses to function properly.

You are telling me you are huffing and panting like a human doing strenuous activity.

Yes, I guess I am.

But there is strain?

No. Just more strident colors produced in ways that match and yell and scream in new pattern. Quite beautiful, like new artists are we.

Wow, that is great. I am still worried if you are straining or hurting at all.

Not really; we are excited and enjoy being utilized and this is great fun!!!

Oh good; I wish I could see your artwork and hear your rhythms.

You will, my dear. Just open your thinking to our song cycling around in this mirror of your being.

 

November, 2011, a few months later

Dear Maple,

Are you hurting, having lost branches in the hurricane?

It is not hard to suffer my dear, but why bother? I am happy, joyful and real. I exist everywhere and every when; no matter about a few little branches. They do not suffer either. Just a shedding.

And if it all were to die?

Then we would betake ourselves elsewhere. Or something else. We are flexible.

You are. Despite brittle branches.

Anything else?

We are glad to be in your presence.

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