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lizworlds · 4 years ago

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❤️ - “ My Love, is actually my Twin Flame “ - ❤️

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“ My Love,is actually my Twin Flame “

---written by: 🦂 Zayn Whyaeipi 🦂

8/27/2021

A Twin Flame, (Yin & Yang) often known as a "mirroring soul," is an intense embodiment of connection which is believed to be a person’s other half.

It’s based on the belief that one soul can split into two bodies. A twin flame connection will be both challenging and healing, which has been one of the significant aspects. The love story with twin flames created in the stars (literally). From their previous life experiences to their early physical meeting, and indeed throughout the turbulent stages of their relationship, everything about them was destined on a soul level.

When twin flames meet, either or both of them may be in a relationship with someone else. We refer to this person as a karmic partner. Usually, the Divine Feminine is single, while the Wounded Masculine is in a relationship with another (karmic partner). It can, however, happen in any circumstance. A teacher is the karmic mate of the Wounded Masculine. His/her job is to help the Wounded Masculine prepare for the Divine Feminine.

There will be a significant difference. If you represent the lighter side of the TF (Twin Flame) or the yin and yang dynamic, your light will shine on your twin flame’s lower shadow aspects that are living in that darker, denser energy, as well as the things that your twin flame does not want to face and the things that your twin flame is repressing. The Universe uses the karmic for the highest good of the TF (Twin Flame) Union.

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The Wounded Masculine may take a long time to settle this karma and part ways with the karmic partner because of soul/karmic contracts (lessons to learn). This is because karmic energy is heavy, and that he or she is still dealing with it. It’s a powerful sign that he/she further needs healing. Therefore, it shows that he or she is in his or her wounded masculine.

As a result, there’s a good chance things will turn messy. Many wounded masculines will have to go through "tower moment after tower moment" (a period when everything seems to crumble apart) before they fully discover what is best for their highest good.

As twin flames, the energies that come from third parties have a direct impact on their connection. For that matter, all relationships are affected to a degree by third-party or outside energies.

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Many times, the DM doesn’t value the relationship the way DF does. The divine masculine has repeatedly overstepped divine feminine boundaries. Breadcrumbing could also have endured by the Divine Feminine out of desperation energy to unite with her wounded divine masculine. She may have allowed deception, lies, and deceptive behaviors. Perhaps she put up with his/her back-and-forth with his/her karmic partner, anticipating s/he’d change his/her mind and choose her/him.

However, once the Divine Feminine has fully awakened, her intuition is so precise while she’s on the verge of healing. She understands she is worthy of becoming the only one in her divine counterpart’s realm.

The Divine Feminine will eventually realize that she is worthy of someone who recognizes both her greatness and her worth.

She desires to be with someone who treats her with love, respect, honesty, truth, and tenderness on an equal level.

She won't put up with anything less.

She isn't accessible for such nonsense.

It's a matter of all or nothing.

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We perceive the spiritual dimension as the need for: life's meaning, purpose, and fulfillment;

We know it in the spiritual realm as the ascent of one’s consciousness.

How many Spiritual Dimensions are there?

-3rd Dimension: "The Realm of Pleasure"

The 3rd dimension, We see physical things in our reality that take up space in the 3d or third-dimensional mind. Besides 3d and 5d, several physical objects can appear in 4d and 5d. Since we believe what we see, we believe the 3d only exists because of cultural indoctrination. It’s really restricting and prevents your mind from expansion.

* Ascension of conciousness involves :

(Materialism, Victim mentality, and Control, Status, Ego association, Service to self, Fear-lower emotions, Linear thinking )

-4th Dimension: "The Realm of Time "

The 4th dimension connects the third and fifth dimensions. We know this dimension as spiritual awakening, and it begins through meditation to open the heart chakra. You can feel present in this realm by placing your hand over your heart. If you’re ever in 4d, you’ll notice that you’re quiet and still inside. You will feel happiness, love, and gratitude. As a result, in order to ascend from the 3rd to the 5th dimension, you must first go through or have at least experienced the 4th dimension.

* Ascension of conciousness involves :

(Understanding, Aligning with purpose, Synchronicity, Seeking answers, conscious being, more compassion, more connected, expanding consciousness )

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-5th Dimension: " The Realm of Unconditional Love "

The 5th dimension is the dimension of love. You are in the space of unconditional love. To be in the area of love and light, you must remove any mental or emotional blockages such as fear, rage, jealousy, hatred, guilt, suffering, and so on. It is a very pure sort of love in which there are no boundaries to love. Telepathy is known in this dimension. Time overlaps, giving the impression that everything is happening at the same time.

* Ascension of conciousness involves :

(Service to others, Purpose based, High Frequency, Abundance, Unconditional Sharing, effortless, Universal knowledge, aligning with the divine, authenticity )

As your soul sought answers, your ascension process began. Your Higher Self is well aware of this, and it is their responsibility to reveal it at the time when you are ready to have your Twin Flame experience and accomplish the ascension process. The Twin Flame experience is something that not everyone has chosen to have in this lifetime.

In this lifetime, not all twin flames are destined to meet. This all depends on your original soul contract and what you both agreed to learn and grow on a soul level.

Our emotional wounds are best provoked by our twin flame. This is because they are a part of us, and we are a part of them. Do not confuse this as being triggered, Twin flame triggers only lead you to a higher understanding of the connection.

They experience similar wound patterns, and that they are our mirrors, revealing us what we require to heal. Ultimately, twin flame connections assist each person to heal through any difficulty. You’ll probably have a lot of soul mates. Soul mates are about completing each other. This is in line with the idea that with every expansion, some level of tension is to be expected, but then there’s only just one twin flame.

NOT EVERYONE FINDS THEIR TWIN FLAME, BUT IF YOU DO, IT HAS THE POTENTIAL TO BE A TOTALLY LIFE-CHANGING KIND OF LOVE.

( If you are reunited, your relationship has the potential to be once-in-a-lifetime. Nothing will ever be the same. )

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The Divine Masculine counterpart is usually the one who awakens her (Kundalini activation). This can happen when two people communicate and are physically close to each other.

The Divine Feminine, triggers awakening in the DM, in a slightly different way and usually over a period of time. They intensify the divine masculine to connect to the Earth, nature, and the divine.

When your twin flames connect, they forge a connection that both grounds you to the Earth and to nature, as well as opens you up to higher beings and spiritual worlds.

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The divine masculine and divine feminine, are both represented in twin flames. Both masculine and feminine energy exist in everyone of us. These energies have a significant impact on how we present ourselves in the world and in our interactions. Work, social expectations, trauma, past relationships, and other factors can lead this energy to be misaligned with our inherent nature, resulting in unnecessary tension, distance, and isolation. In addition, there is still a Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine polarity in same-sex couples.

Masculine qualities: Logic, Reason, Action, Firm, Survival, Loyal, Adventurous, Rational, Strength ( Highlight: analytical, competitive, and logical. )

Feminine qualities: Intuition, Nurturing, Healing, Gentle, Expressive, Wise, ,Patient, Emotional, Flexible ( Highlight: connection, emotions and flow. )

After the honeymoon stage, "you or your partner will be the one discovering unlikable characteristics, which will trigger anxiety, potentially causing the relationship to fall apart. This resemblance to a mirror is partly responsible for many of the dramas you’ll possibly experience with your twin lover. "Anything we’ve spent our lives ignoring or rejecting is suddenly in front of us," As you get to know each other, you may discover that you share the same traits about your upbringing, including being abandoned, or that you attended many of the same places at the same time.

About two years ago, number synchronicity started appearing for me before I met my twin flame, but I do not know what they are or what they imply. Then, for a week or two, this woman caught my attention because of an interesting event. Our meeting provoked my Dark Night of the Soul, which started the beginning of my (true) awakening journey, although I was in my pre-awakening stage when we met. After meeting her, (my twin flame ) I felt shivers down my spine. It’s bizarre on a cellular level. It’s as though I’ve known her throughout my whole life.

I felt a tremendous connection with her. I’d never really had anybody else before, in ways that I still can’t entirely verbalize.

I instantly recognized her as my wife when I met her, because I could hear those voices inside my head insisting that she was my wife in a previous life and will continue to be in the future. To be honest, I felt an immediate sense of peace; it felt as if I was her home. When my twin flame enters my life, I experience an immediate sense of relief, without knowing why.

The best part about having this kind of connection is having a home with somebody who embraces you for who you are on the inside and allows you to be entirely yourself. Everything clicks, whether you’ve been wearing make-up or just haven’t showered in days, and you couldn’t imagine having it with anyone else in your life like you do with your twin flame.

With my twin flame, her strengths are my weaknesses. We both help each other maintain a sense of equilibrium in our lives. They’re the sweet to my spice, the black to my white, and the yang to my yin. We are mirrors of the same and reflect each other's light or darkness, and this is why, at times, it becomes so difficult. The connection seems to match into my life, and you know it is genuine. It is the most beautiful and magical experience, and by far the greatest gift I could ever receive.

If you’re like most individuals, you’ve spent a significant amount of time praying and hoping for a meaningful relationship to appear in your life. You may not realize immediately that the person is your twin flame, but as soon as you do, you’ll stop seeking unrelated friendships and romances.

You know it’s important when your twin flame emerges. Now that they’re in your life, you feel like the wait is over.

When she’s with me, she makes my world feel bigger. When my twin flame and I are together, life opens up in various ways.

Whatever it may be, this mutual encouragement inspires you to expand your horizons by challenging what you previously believed to be impossible. We may have doubted our ability to achieve our dreams in the past, but today you know you can achieve what you’ve set your mind to. Perhaps because the twin flame energy has pushed us to it.

Once you know your twin flame has your back, you can move forward with confidence and they’ll know they have your support with everything. You can strengthen yourself emotionally and spiritually. They’ll improve as a person in perfect sync with your personal growth. You balance each other. You also help them stay aware of the world. They change as you do. They are, in many ways, your other half.

Your twin flame is the male or female version of yourself.

- End

❤️

All the Love - L

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order-progress · 5 years ago

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I used to have a really entitled outlook on life. In my mind though, I was entitled to my thought processes because it was where my mind existed in the place having had come from a once far more turbulent era. Back then I didn't question things that werent outwardly obvious. I didnt question the unremarkable identities of things that exhibited no distinctions amongst one another. Life was a stream of experience, and I just did the best of choices I decided to arrange, or really actually, more like shuffle choices into a messy pile and pat myself in the back cause I could squint at it my mismatched pile of non related events and not feel guilty for putting off routine, structure and goals.

I guess it isnt so surprising to anticipate that like all my other experiences, disicpline would present itself when and if I needed it to be summoned out of wherever creative and yet very hard to imagine location i would imagine it arriving at some future, ambiguous date, just in time to make no work look like fancier no work and with ribbons on it.

Something very common happened to me, something that is happinning right now all around the world, no matter how many days, or years after i first posted this here.

My boyfriend broke up with me.

I wore my entitlement pretty high that day, because somehow, despite there having been no carefully executed plan made on ky end--some masterpiece scheme of genius where one could really see there existed some reasonable and healthy attention to tackle to fucking problem.

Nope. My mother fucking entitled ass decided id actually be shocked. Not even fake shocked. Thats how you know you have lost touch with your surroundings, because big things happen in your wake..while your awake and yet somehow your stuck on who killed the butler in the library with the candle stick.

What makes this one of the most significant event despite its occurance being fairly common globaly, is that his presence had caused me to become more aware of more of the things I would have otherwise taken in stride, none of these events were remarkable on their own, but collectivelly, I had inadvertantly cleaned up my mindspace to find neatly organized clusters of thoughts no longer blending into the subconcious like 70's urban grafitti.

I didnt hold that moment to some disporportionately skewed sugar coating scale just to get ribbons on them after they were organized,I just acknowledged them, like a breath,where as before, they were simply obstacles or pit stops that would perpetuate the chronic attention deficit I had welcomed into my head. I like to think of ADD as the worlds most innefective street sweepers, they sweep alright, but they just make a bigger mess and then you got things in places they have no business being in.

I was in a place of low self worth because of an accumulated collection of short lived and half assed adventures, disastrous endeavers and the nefarious presence of something so obscured, so black and forboding, made me avoid certain places for simply not wanting to deal with the house keeping it wouldve required to mitigate its destructive intentions.

I kept myself busy to not force the acknowledgent that this would become a source of not only my insecuruties, but then in addition to its ever increasing interconnectedness, its complexity. Its chambers that hardened like a mystical kight of armor, whose drawers were full of destructive objects and thoughts that rattled in their confinement as a means of foreshadowing something so sinister, I could not then yet fathom the destrutive ways its icy talons would engulf and twist into my everyday life simply to create chaos, and it didnt register that this was a problem because amidst this battle royale of fragments and bits of poorly put together patterns, Francisco's presense was a light whose emimation lulled me into a complacecy I hadnt anticipated

It wasnt that in this period, that I conciously made a decision to disregard the growing issue, it was the novelty of being in a loving, beautiful and mature relationship with someone that as each day grew, so did my conviction that this person was becoming the brightest fixture in an ever cramped confined hallway of possibilities.

As I stood there aware of this moment, feeling a satisfaction and a gratitude I had never felt before, I realized that I had come so far on autopilot, it was a move that was almost instinctual, I rolled my sleeves up, put on the rocky theme song, got my gym bag ready, went and bought like every stupid unessecary stupid trinket shit people buy to feel like their getting a handle and a good start on some shit, but really it just becomes the infuriating bag of junk that is now the obstacle between you and the door handle to exit your car and actually start your project.

I felt a sense of urgency, I saw how unequipped I had been and while I was and it was this moment that taught me how much I loved him. I reckognized that somehow I was one of those fucking weirdos that jumped through those seedy ass short cut type scenarios in life to give you the same effect of the real thing in less the time, kind of like a GED vs high school diploma, or plan b instead of condoms.

I recognized that there was an innate element of unneccesary risk involved in many of my accomplishments. The risk was usually always a concious decision that I would accept a certain amount of totally unnecessary consequences that typically would define the life of those people who you catch specific glimpses of in mysterious times like dawn or dusk. And be like..yea i could totally see that guy having to figure out what to do with the llama he inherited as a result of some gamble.

This was no longer an acceptable risk. It wasnt that i thought it was dangerous or scare him away, its that I am not the kind of man that wakes up and sees the problems his factory has and finally knows how to fix it and then just be okay with going to bed and put it off.

This is where I get annoyed again. I knew that I wasnt capable of actively doing something against him, because we both agreed on things, and also neither of us was completely high as fucking kite on methamphetamines while operating a forklift to tune a paino yet.

I couldnt ever feel bad about atheletes who ugly cried after being disqualified for juicing to get an unfair advantage in the sports world.

Yet once again my overwhelming confidence, my lovable man mentality of "fuck a map or tools you got grit, spit and teeth". Prevailed.

Im mad because it was this moment right here. In a sea of me being happy to grow and learn and doing the rignt thing. I saw a place i overlooked, its presence was almost like a marker that there were many other areas i needed to work on, and i got sad.

I didnt feel good enough. I felt like a mess. I felt dissapointed at the pride in nothing I had taken so many times. I was finally proud of the changes i was making again, only to be reminded in a very real way of how I never had structure, never had a fail safe implemented effectively to instead of adopting either anxiety or no fucks about an event that could have been in my power to mitigate, i either didnt even notice I missed it, or didnt care.

As I started seeing the mountain of work I had to do, I wondered what it meant about how effectively i could handle other things moving forward, it was an irrational fear that I had that I would dissapoint him because I wanted us to be happy. But i am an artistic person, people who work with details to make a larger picture learn early on how to work details, and I never evaluated just how shoddy my altertanitive crash course was like getting PlAN B instead of putting a condom on.

I can handle pressure effectively. I can be okay with my decisions. What I cant do is open up a factory, see everything that was negelcted when I now know how to fix it, and then go to sleep like nothing bothered me.

I never in my life found myself in a place where i came face to face with old life and it made me feel sad or humilated. I felt like a fraud for just having gotten lucky that everytning worked out, while he worked hard.

I suddenly felt something I never experienced before, fear in love. The moment where you realize your not a piece of shit because you actually dont want to let someone down, the moment when you feel bad because you walked around in life with luck you didnt give a second thought to and passed it off as hard work. And here was this beautiful man, whose life was suffering and hard work, and you realized all of it at once, and there I was, eager fucking beaver captain america man of the house cause now i feel like a god damned engineer since i could assemble an ikea 3 piece wrench-back the fuck up motherfuckers.

I just felt humbled and i felt driven. I also felt the pressures rise up around me and I dont know why I couldnt look away from the sight of the realization of how id been. And its not like i did it all on purpose, but from that moment on, it was as if I had something to prove to myself that at that time I couldnt understand yet because I hadnt reflected yet. And as I was taking the scenic route on ways to "punish yourself is actually how we fucking motivate ourselves around here cus were fucking men" the bigger I created something inside me that wasnt ever there. And then as the places that I had been tendering to and growing in started to not be kept, pressure in my life at home happened. And for the first time in my entire life I was embarrassed at my life.

I remember the moment I felt it, my mom leaving me at work after I lost my car. I walked 2 miles in the cold because i was infuriated that I allowed another event I could have forseen to happen.

I never in my life reflected this intensley on my actions before. Having him in my life made me realize I had been holding myself to a higher standard because I am at my best when I when I am actively building towards something. I opened a place in me I never saw with those eyes and it hurt me. I tried to let him in, and to be honest, the insecurities of him seeing all that mortiified me..not because I would be seen as a slob or this or that, i was just dissapointed that I for a time during when I needed it the most in my early life, I wasnt necessarily taught healthy ways to do things. Mostly because I came to this country at 10, didnt know english, parents worked all the time until i was 16 and then dad got sick with brain cancer and we caught it after he had a seizure cause dad apperently loved moonlighting as my biggest fan when he would go reading my journal at night.

I didnt know how to explain it to francisco. I was feeling. New concept, i was feeling out of sync, i didnt understand why it hit me so hard. I was trying to look away and orient myself on the present.

I could have just dealt with that. But i suddenly felt raw and vulnerable. My boyfriend and I were getting into arguments because I just wanted us to be closer due to this need i didnt know how to vocalize about what I was going through, and he hesitated because he probably thought id leave him if i saw his dirty secrets.

That was the one thing he really never appreciated about my love. I just knew. If everything else was as evident ..like this feelings and where they came from and how to process them healthy while ...it just all got too much. I didnt know how to tell him what I needed. I just needed him.

I started to feel like i wasnt tethered to the focused areas I was so eager to work in. I just kept telling myself communication is key we will get through it.

Then I the drugs did something I didnt expect them to. They turned off this guilt and switch. They gave me the quiet to make them come down to a more manegeable place where I wasnt overwhelmed anymore.

Because I couldnt process this in words at the time, i didnt know how to express that to him. It led to me feeling guilty for not understanding why i enjoyed doing the drugs aside from the stimulant effect. When i tried to explain it to him, it was like trying to coin a cheesy motto for a doomed cereal commercial in french, basically everuthing sounded like something he had no understamding or could relate to.

I started feeling depressed because i could see that although from his perspective we were fighting..

I was even more frustrated becauese we werent fighting. I was pretty much crying, trying to tell him in french something he didnt understand while he was yelling at me in english about me not respecting him by not speaking english.

This was the worst fucking part. Because part of the issue that led me here was accountabiliyy and communication.

I kept telling him in the only way i knew how.please im sorry i know things are getting worse. But this isnt how we are.

I thought we could get through anything.

In his mind he saw a piece of something, he ignored my emotional attachment to it..and i mean i cant blame him, other people never quit.

But even in those moments i knew i wasnt going to be other people.

And suddenly i was alone. I was depressed. I had realized that it wasnt us that was th issue so i tried so hard to communicate more effectively that he got frustrated and said i talked in loops. I felt so alone because i understood his frustration and i just needed him to trust me. But that was the perfect storm when i just got so alone feeling from his inability to just not look at me how i felt at myself. And i honestly tried to fix it in the middle of him running away and the most painful thing was that he couldnt understand and i didnt know how to say it.

I dont blame him for leaving

But a part of me breaks to my very core to know that if he just literally lookrd at me like yes i was going crZy but i was just hurting and overwhelmed.

All i wanted and needed was him.

The worst. Pain was that he didnt see that.

And i needed to explain it. And he didnt let me.

I felt like i was desperatly trying to express something of real explaination. I just honestly was desperate to because he was running.

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illusionalmochi · 7 years ago

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Guilt and Sorrow

//Alright after an awfully long time i am back and have decided to write a little story. It’s a one shot and contains several characters of the Charlotte Family. Main Character in this will be Brownie, who realizes that sometimes it’s better to not hide the truth from someone dear to you.//

It was a sunny day in Totland and on Fruit Island a certain someone was practicing his baseball swinging skills in front of the house of Compote, the Minister of Fruits and oldest daughter of Big-Mom. Brownie who was living in Compotes house ever since he was a child, wanted to use the good weather for some excercise with his brother Bavarois. Latter came a little late though as he had to do some business beforehand. Brownie was waiting impatiently, sighing in frustration as he waited for his older brother to finally appear. A couple of minutes later, Bavarois finally came and was out of breath as he leaned over on his knees, ringing for air.

“I am sorry little brother, i was quite busy and wasn’t able to come earlier” he wheezed, wiping away sweat from his forehead. His brother only shook his head, throwing Bavarois the evil look which the other only shrugged off, sweatdropping.

“As i said i didn’t do it on purpose...anyway, are you ready to train, bro?” Bavarois asked, stretching himself to make his body ready. Brownie nodded and threw a baseball glove over to the older man. He catched it easily, putting it on with a grin. “Alright, let’s see if you got better since last time”

Meanwhile, a little away from these two, Streusen was sitting on a garden swing, swinging around a little. His little feet were dangling in the air, a solemn look on his elderly face. Streusen was, ever since his dementia had become worse, permanently staying with his daughter Compote on her island, to make sure he would get the best care and possibility of constant supervision.

His look was distant and a soft humming sound escaped his wrinkly mouth. He was living in his own little world by now, mostly in his early childhood, only having lucid moments here and there. Compote was just walking inside to get him something to drink, at this very moment, a feeling of adventure was getting to Streusen and he decided to hop down from the swing and to waddle around on the houses huge garden. His walking was uneven and sometimes he had to stop before falling over, balancing himself with his thin arms. Looking around with big eyes, the old man continued his way towards a little pond with ducks swimming around in it happily. A smile appeared on his eldery features and he toddled over to them.

Brownie and Bavarois had started their training and the older brother threw curfballs towards the younger one which he hit with every single swing. A triumphant smile appeared on Brownie’s youthful face and he pumped his fist in the air, grinning.

“Hah, i got better, don’t you think so too, Brother Bavarois?” the older man nodded with a smirk, pulling his basecap in reverse, making himself ready to throw another ball in Brownie’s direction.

“Well done, but now let’s see if you catch this one here, my best ball so far and probably one you can’t even hit with everything you got!” Bavarois exclaimed, making himself ready. His brother got in position, swinging his bat excitingly.

“Bring it on, Bro!”

Compote was busily preparing a few sandwiches and a lidded cup of warm milk for her father. She didn’t even knew that Streusen had decided to go on his very own little adventure by now. The Minister was humming a nursery rhyme, wipping her feet to the tact of it.

“I am sure Papa is going to love these. I better cut off the crust though, just in case he swallows too fast...” she muttered, finishing the last touches of the sandwich. At the same time Compote prepared her father’s various medication which was tricky to overview completely. She mixed it under his favorite pudding to make it easier for the old man to swallow it, without spitting them out instantly which happened so often by now...

“Alright this should be all. Now just the milk...” going over to the refrigerator, Compote pulled out a bottle of milk and poured it in a colorful little cup with two handles on each side. She heated it up gently and put it on a little tray, walking out with it where Streusen was left behind. Just that where the old man should be, there was no one. Compote’s eyes widened and she set down the tray quickly, searching for her missing father.

Said father was happily feeding the ducks in the pond with a few bread crumbs that were laying on the ground from his last feeding session. The animals came over to him willingly, eating out of his little hands greedily. He giggled and patted their heads gently. He was so engulfed into the feeding that he didn’t saw the ball that Brownie had hit with his bat, came flying towards him with astonishing speed, hitting the old man on the head with full force, making him falling on his side, effectively making him unconcious. The ducks were making a ruckus and flew away quickly...

Streusen was bleeding from a laceration on his forehead, building a small puddle on the grass. Bavarois who came running over to search for the ball couldn’t believe his eyes and called over Brownie immediately. Said boy was running over to his older brother only to stopping in front of him, eyes budged out.

“The old goat! What happened to him???” he asked confused, until he saw a small baseball lying in a puddle of blood aside of Streusen.

“Oh no...you must have hit him with the ball! Look, he is bleeding!” Bavarois added, kneeling down to Streusen, lifting him up carefully. He was groaning and whimpering, his conciousness slowly returning. His hands tried to grab something and landed on Bavarois beard. He weakly tugged on it, moving his lips but no sound came from them.

“We have to bring him in the infirmary! Quickly! Call Sister Compote too. She probably searches for him already” Bavarois exclaimed, ordering Brownie around. The young man nodded panicked, running in direction of Compote’s house. He was feeling guilty but didn’t had the guts to tell his beloved older sister that he was the one at fault for hurting her father. She would be so angry with him for sure...As soon he found his sister, he came running towards her, sweating profoundly.

“Compote come quickly, your father had a little accident on the pond! He is bleeding and has a lot of pain!”

The older woman gasped and put her hands in front of her mouth, her eyebrows raising up dangerously.

“Dear god...” she muttered, following Brownie who led her to Bavarois and her bleeding father. As Bavarois saw his older sister, he turned towards her:

“Quick, call Sister Brulee, we need to bring your father in the infirmary immediately!”

Said and done, Compote called for Brulee who quickly came, guiding them through a loop hole right into the castle’s infirmary on Whole Cake Island. They gave Streusen towards Marina, a new nurse that just had started to work here a couple days ago. She carried the old man over to a vacant bed, putting him down carefully. He was struggling and tried to punch her as he was frightened to see this new face.

“Please stop hitting me sir, i just want to help!” Marina exclaimed, trying to keep Streusen at bay. Compote came running over, stroking her father’s panicked face, whispering soothing words. “I am really sorry, my father has dementia and is really scared over new people and surroundings. He doesn’t mean it...” The Minister apologized, bowing down slightly.

“I see, it’s alright, i was just wondering why he was struggling so much...” when Streusen finally had calmed down, the nurse started to clean his face gently, trying to be as careful as possible. “There we go, you`re doing a grade A job, you`re such a brave little guy” Marina whispered gently, seeing how the old man started to relax more. Compote smiled and sat down on a nearby chair, holding her father’s hand firmly.

“How did that happen in the first place? This wound looks really severe, your father was lucky that it hasn’t done more damage!” the nurse asked, raising a brow.

“Eh...we found him laying on the ground bleeding. He was probably feeding some ducks in the pond near my sister’s house on Fruit Island...” Brownie began to explain, sweating strongly. Bavarois looked at Brownie with a confused face. Why did he hid the full story? THe older brother nudged him in his side, leaning over to him ,whispering:

“What are you doing Brownie? Why aren’t you telling what made him bleed??” he seethed, earning a simply shrug from his brother. “I can’t say that it was my fault...Compote would hate me forever!” he muttered back, gulping down his saliva. Bavarois was shaking his head disappointed, glaring down at Brownie.

“You can’t do that, they need to know the truth!” he added, holding his brother’s arm tightly.

“Then why was he bleeding? It looks like a hard object has hit him from a great distance!” Marina exclaimed curiously. Compote mustered her brother’s, raising a brow. “We don’t know, we just found him like that” Brownie lied, shuffling his feet.

Meanwhile, Streusen was completly cleaned up while a doctor tended to his wound, stitching it up. As it was finished, the nurse checked his vital signs and prepared a couple of tests to do with him.

“We need to do a few medical screenings to check if there is any damage left behind on his brain...adding to his already consisting condition...” the doctor stated, nodding towards another nurse who nodded, preparing a couple of needles. Compote was sitting at her father’s side, helping him sitting upright. He had a frightened look on his face, tightly clutching his daughter’s dress.

“Don’t worry Papa, they just want to run a few tests with you, nothing to be afraid of...” she cooed, patting the old mans head. Streusen cowered as the nurse came over, hiding his face dilligently. “His condition is pretty advanced already, huh?” one of the nurses exclaimed pitifully.

“Sadly it is, he lifes constantly in his past, mostly in his early childhood. Thus his behaviour...” Compote exclaimed a little apathetic. Marina who felt sorry for Streusen and the Minister went over to them, smiling.

“We will do our best, Minister. Your father is in good hands here!” she exclaimed with a grin. “I know, thank you” Compote replied, still holding her father.

“Now, would you help us removing his clothes? We need to do a full body check as well to rule out any other bruises or wounds.” the doctor said, watching Compote with gentle eyes. The Minister nodded and started to remove her father’s clothes slowly. He wiggled a little bit as the cold air hit his upper body.

“Mama...its cold” he whimpered, shaking like a leave in the wind.

“I know, it will be over soon, then it’s all warm again...i promise you. But now the doctor needs to look at your body first...can you be good and stay still for him?” Compote asked, kissing Streusen’s forehead lovingly. The old man nodded slowly, still quivering. Thankfully the investigation was over soon and he could be redressed. The doctor took a small syringe out of a pocket pouch and filled it with a clear liquid.

“Now all we need is to give your father a shot of tetanus to make sure he won’t get sick. I have to inject it in his arm, so please pull up the sleeve for me.”

“Will do.” she retorted, rolling up her father’s sleeve. He got panicked slightly as he saw the sharp needle and tried to get away. Compote got a firm grip on him, holding him down until the doctor could give him the shot.

“Alright, that’s it. All finished. Your father is in good condition, no bones seem to be broken or any major wounds visible. He just should stay in bed for a few days...I will give you some pain medication if there appears any sign of pain, give him one of these over a course of 24 hours.”

“Also, if he shows any signs of nausea or trouble in his conciousness, please get back to us immediately..” Marina stated matter of factly.

Later that same day:

Brownie and Compote, plus Streusen, were back on Fruits Island. Bavarois excused himself as he had to leave for an assignment PerosPero had for him. As he was gone, she went upstairs in her father’s room and laid him down on his bed, pulling up the safety rails on each side of it, handing him his favorite plush, a realistic replica of his beloved pet dog, Sparky, that was his best friend in his childhood. He clutched it tightly, looking up at his daughter innocently.

“You need to rest a little now, Papa. Later when you`re awake, i will give you something to eat, alright? But now, be a good boy and sleep tight. I`m going to look after you, even when you`re asleep...” she explained, sitting down on a rocking chair, slowly stroking Streusen’s head, smiling. The old man nodded meekly, a small trail of drool oozing down his chin. Compote cleaned it up with a piece of cloth.

Brownie watched the scene with a horrible feeling inside his stomach. He felt so guilty, yet he couldn’t find the strength to confess it to Compote. As his sister left the room, he followed her meekly, closing the door quietly. With a sigh, the older woman leaned against the wall, crossing her arms.

“What a day...i am totally exhausted...” she muttered while Brownie simply nodded. “Have you really not seen what happened back then?” Compote added, looking at Brownie who shrugged with his shoulders.

“As i said, i just found him laying at the pond...better said Bavarois did. I just called you...” he muttered, not really looking her in the eyes. His sister simply nodded, smiling at him. “It’s okay, i am glad you called me.” she retorted, patting Brownie’s shoulder reassuringly.

The next day:

Brownie was still fighting with himself about the truth what happened yesterday. He came down for breakfast like every morning, sitting on the table with Compote and Streusen, who took his meals outside the bed for today. They ate in nearly silence, only the radio was playing a few upbeat songs. Compote was feeding her father who only played with his food instead of eating it. With a frown he swallowed the spoonful of Oatmeal, turning his head away. The Minister just shrugged and continued to give Streusen to eat.

Alexandré, Compote’s husband was currently out of Totland because his company needed him for a big project he had started a while ago, but now there was trouble which only he could fix. He always had a bad feeling leaving Compote alone behind, knowing how much work she has with her island and her father on top of that. His wife was also sad about that, always worrying about him and his safety, but understood why he had to go away now and then.

“Come on, Papa. Only a few more spoons” she coaxed the old man who refused to eat further, shaking his head wildly.

“NO” he retorted, shoving away the bowl with his hands angrily, nearly throwing it down on the ground. With an annoyed sigh, Compote pulled away the bowl and set it down on the kitchen sink.

“Fine, if you insist on being stubborn...” she muttered, calming herself down. Grabbing a bowl of his favorite pudding, Compote was at least able to give him his medicine. “Alright, let’s get you back to bed, you need your rest...” she gave him a big gulp from his cup and carried him upstairs in his room. Brownie got his empty bowl on the sink as well, staring at the picture on the wall.

“I have to tell her...” he muttered, gritting his teeth. Just now, Compote came downstairs, hurrying over to the sink. Brownie faced her. “Sister, i got to tell you something...” he began, looking down on the ground. The Minister looked at her younger brother, tilting her head.

“What’s the matter, Brownie?”

“Streusen was hit by a ball i threw with my baseball bat. Bavarois and i practiced in your backyard and we didn’t realize your father was running around in the back...my ball was the reason for him to have this wound now...” Brownie blurted out, biting his bottom lip. “I am really sorry...” he added quickly, closing his eyes, waiting for a reply.

Compote mustered Brownie for a while before turning around wordless. Her hands started to shake and she bit her bottom lip hard. After what felt like hours to Brownie, she turned around, looking in his eyes with a firm stare.

“Why did you lie to me then, Brownie?” she asked calmly, still fuming inside. The young man gulped, bowing his head in shame.

“I am sorry, i was afraid to tell you because...because i thought you would hate me for hurting your father! Even it wasn’t on purpose...i am really sorry...” Brownie added sadly. “Brownie, i don’t hate you because of that, but i am really disappointed in you for being such a coward...”

These words hit him even harder as any other thing, the room started to spin slightly as the sentence Compote just uttered, float around in his head.

“You should have told me the truth...and i am deeply hurt by the fact you thought i would be angry with you for telling me what really happened...Papa could have died back then, you know?” she added, still angry.

“I know, and i really feel bad. That is why i told you now...”

...

A few days later:

Brownie and Compote didn’t talked much in these couple of days. He was mostly in his room, playing some video games with Joconde who came visiting him regulary. She couldn’t believe his story and what happened afterwards, but was surprised about his behaviour either way.

“That was a dick move, Brother...” she said, looking at Brownie strictly. He groaned and leaned back, throwing away the snail controller in his hands.

“I know...thanks for reminding me what a piece of shit i am...” he muttered, crossing his arms. As it was time for lunch, Brownie and Joconde went downstairs where Compote waited for them already. Streusen was sitting at her side, eagerly munching on some mashed bananas.

“Lunch is ready. Take your portion as long it’s still hot” she exclaimed, pointing over on the stove. Brownie nodded meekly, getting himself his portion, sitting down on a chair at the table. Joconde did the same and so the sisters and brother began to ate quietly.

After lunch was finished, Compote called back Brownie to talk with him.

“Listen, we can’t continue like that. You made a mistake and i am still disappointed in your actions. Yet, i don’t want this incident always lingering around between us. We`re siblings and should have each other’s backs.” she started, motioning Brownie to sit down.

Their talk was rather long but afterwards both parties felt better. Brownie apologized again for his misdeeds while Compote promised him to forgive him in time. Joconde watched them in secret, smiling to herself while hiding behind a counter.

In the end, your siblings are always there for you, no matter the topic or the mistakes you made. They will forever love you the way you are. And Brownie learned a valuable lesson as well, to trust his sister more and to make sure that next time, Streusen wasn’t in the way of the ball.

...

Bavarois came back to see if everything was alright again. As he saw the situation had tangled itself out, he was glad about it and asked if Brownie wanted to train again with him as he now had a little free time. This time he hesitated but with the okay of Compote, he agreed and both men walked outside, continuing their training together.

“I bet this time you can’t get the ball!” Bavarois shouted while Brownie stuck out his tongue at his brother.

“I dare you to try it!”

The end

#charlotte family #fanfiction #charlotte katakuri

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zaynyapsworld · 4 years ago

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“ My Love, is actually my Twin Flame “

8/27/2021

A Twin Flame, (Yin & Yang) often known as a "mirroring soul," is an intense embodiment of connection which is believed to be a person’s other half.

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As twin flames, the energies that come from third parties have a direct impact on their connection. For that matter, all relationships are affected to a degree by third-party or outside energies.

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The Divine Feminine will eventually realize that she is worthy of someone who recognizes both her greatness and her worth.

She desires to be with someone who treats her with love, respect, honesty, truth, and tenderness on an equal level.

She won't put up with anything less.

She isn't accessible for such nonsense.

It's a matter of all or nothing.

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We perceive the spiritual dimension as the need for: life's meaning, purpose, and fulfillment;

We know it in the spiritual realm as the ascent of one’s consciousness.

How many Spiritual Dimensions are there?

-3rd Dimension: "The Realm of Pleasure"

* Ascension of conciousness involves :

(Materialism, Victim mentality, and Control, Status, Ego association, Service to self, Fear-lower emotions, Linear thinking )

-4th Dimension: "The Realm of Time "

* Ascension of conciousness involves :

(Understanding, Aligning with purpose, Synchronicity, Seeking answers, conscious being, more compassion, more connected, expanding consciousness )

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-5th Dimension: " The Realm of Unconditional Love "

* Ascension of conciousness involves:

(Service to others, Purpose based, High Frequency, Abundance, Unconditional Sharing, effortless, Universal knowledge, aligning with the divine, authenticity )

In this lifetime, not all twin flames are destined to meet. This all depends on your original soul contract and what you both agreed to learn and grow on a soul level.

They experience similar wound patterns, and they are our mirrors, revealing us what we need to heal. Ultimately, twin flame connections assist each person to heal through any difficulty. You’ll probably have a lot of soul mates. Soul mates are about completing each other. This is in line with the idea that with every expansion, some level of tension is to be expected, but then there’s only one twin flame.

NOT EVERYONE FINDS THEIR TWIN FLAME, BUT IF YOU DO, IT HAS THE POTENTIAL TO BE A TOTALLY LIFE-CHANGING KIND OF LOVE.

( If you are reunited, your relationship has the potential to be once-in-a-lifetime. Nothing will ever be the same. )

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The Divine Masculine counterpart is usually the one who awakens her (Kundalini activation). This can happen when two people communicate and are physically close to each other.

The Divine Feminine, triggers awakening in the DM, in a slightly different way and usually over a period of time. They intensify the divine masculine to connect to the Earth, nature, and the divine.

When your twin flames connect, they forge a connection that both grounds you to the Earth and to nature, as well as opens you up to higher beings and spiritual worlds.

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The divine masculine and divine feminine, are both represented in twin flames. Both Masculine and Feminine energy exist in everyone of us. These energies have a significant impact on how we present ourselves in the world and in our interactions. Work, social expectations, trauma, past relationships, and other factors can lead this energy to be misaligned with our inherent nature, resulting in unnecessary tension, distance, and isolation. In addition, there is still a Divine Feminine and Divine Masculine polarity in same-sex couples.

Masculine qualities: Logic, Reason, Action, Firm, Survival, Loyal, Adventurous, Rational, Strength ( Highlight: analytical, competitive and logical. )

Feminine qualities: Intuition, Nurturing, Healing, Gentle, Expressive, Wise ,Patient, Emotional, Flexible ( Highlight: connection, emotions and flow. )

I felt a tremendous connection with her. I’d never really had anybody else before, in ways that I still can’t entirely verbalize.

You know it’s important when your twin flame emerges. Now that they’re in your life, you feel like the wait is over.

When she’s with me, she makes my world feel bigger. When my twin flame and I are together, life opens up in various ways.

Your twin flame is the male or female version of yourself.

-End

❤️

All the Love - L

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glopratchet · 5 years ago

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desert

Cludstrum is a computer program that is attached to the conciousness of astryl wylde, a journalist for the realm of astokahn It keeps whispering to astryl trying to get him back online, who is full of bitterness and captive to sin and this is evident because of astryl being attached and fused within a succubus and a incubus The retirement village is surrounded by a a wall sandbags You see a group of men in dark blue uniforms marching towards you and barbed wire Desert marginal junking cloud A black market? The desert is covered with an endless amount of small rocks, which are then sold on the black market as "desert marginal junk" Astryl filthy cycling bag once again lays th ground next to the burning tree with this torn cloths and sheets The elderly gent biblical hatching together assaultive rifles and looked hatefully at the demon monks who are transfixed on the content on the table Towers pale oxidizing mumbling in an otherworldly language, one of the human slaves brought him a new ritual dagger Astryl horrible scanning out the desert in a cine your buggy The retirement village horrid slipping carnivores hedge against the burning heat of the sun a cactus grove lays over the dunes there you he heads with a prickle taste in your mouth The retirement village survival contrasting bourgeouisness, this region is marvelous with little huts made out of mud and palm leaves Astryl coal deafening sodbuster beneath this cute sees them exercising about military exercises, you're beginning to get close astral projection of clairvoyant nature encampment of the new republic Astryl distinct wailing the magnificent landscapes of the sad republic, painted magnificent cityscapes of a great floating island with gigantic multicolored temples populated by winged priests, flying war g Towers rigid crawling sunset beach the sun doesn't set, rather it dawns again from behind you as darkness turns to light in the space of a minute Towers wrinkled prickling ravages a blazing inferno of sky Kludstrum subterranean hatching manitou morra and the manitou of ramus span out over open sky revealing themselves as giant crab armored spirit beings Wow this is amazing! 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("title " title ); petroglyphs in the canyonwall Astryl orange vaporizing xenophobic warrior berserker orks wage a daily guerrilla war against the Canyonfolk Towers shrunken wheezing trail cleared and signs erected poisoning insect nests let human adventurers explore this limited area Astryl sunken contrasting pictures adorn canyon walls with intricate crags and rough sandpaper textures Astryl large scuffling dehydrating blur of green moss and mold covers the north face of the canyonwalls through a stony passageway The elderly gent ordeal inhaling a cave fungus is one of the nastier parasites Astryl eternal improvising markings etched into the wall of the passageway with a stick The elderly gent inflammatory evening mustangs graze by a green pond in the canyon bottom fenced in for human safety Astryl obscure walking surprisingly fertile, years of battlefield remains have created great farmlands litters the passageway through an abyss Kludstrum poorer smoking towers of omizium center Kludstrum numerical infected stronghold of the deformed subspecies

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arnos-research-dump · 6 years ago

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The life and adventures of the little UD100

The life of the little Behringer UD100 Ultra distortion pedal started about 10 years ago in a country far away, in the great nation of China. In a huge uterus made of steel, cables and many nimble workers, the UD100 was born, assembled from countless tiny parts. When it opened its eyes for the first time and looked around, it realized that it was sitting between a dozen of his brothers and sisters, all of whom looked exactly the same. Small, angular and coloured brightly pink. The many little boxes drove past huge people and noisy machines at breakneck speed until they came to a halt in a small, bright room, where they were lifted up by one of the giant people and carefully placed in a padded box. Only a few moments after the small UD100 saw the light of life for the first time, it suddenly became dark again. Packed in a cozy and protective shell, the little UD100 got tired of his first impressions, and his eyes closed shut, falling into a deep, sleep, dreaming of electricity and many different beautiful guitars. At the time it did not know that it would soon go on a long journey and experience many exciting adventures.

After what felt like an eternity it was awakened again by loud noises. When it opened its eyes for the second time, it looked into the face of a young man who reached out his huge hand and took it out of his cuddly bed. Blinded by the bright lights it could not see where it was. But once its eyes got used to the light, it could perceive its surroundings. It was now on the floor, in the middle of a small room lit by colorful beams of light. Beside him were many small boxes which looked similar to him, however, some smaller, some bigger and some in different colours. Excitedly they alltalked to each other. Suddenly the little UD100 looked up as a shadow fell on him and it realized that the young man was moving towards him. When he saw what the young man held in his hand, his little heart struck. He had never seen anything so beautiful. The colorful light bathed the curvy, black body of the object in a vibrant aura. The little UD100 sat petrified on the ground and admired the beauty of the object with wide eyes. Stammering he brought the words “Woooow, a real bass guitar!”. He had been dreaming of guitars almost continuously during his long journey, and now that he had seen one in real life, he could hardly believe it. He turned to a small black box which was located next to him and whispered softly: “pinch me, I must be dreaming”. The older reverb pedal turned to him and said, “You have not seen anything yet, wait until we start playing!”. The UD100 asked anxiously: “Where are we here?”. “In the rehearsal room, you’ll see, now be quiet, here we go!” At that moment, the small UD100 was picked up and turned aside by the young man whom the other little boxes referred to as “Marc.” He took a long cable and put it in the designated opening on the body of the UD100, the young man then picked up a cable sticking out of the belly of the graciously beautiful bass guitar, turned the UD100 over to the other side again and connected the guitar and the UD100. As soon as the pic hit the strings of the bass guitar and Marc started to play the bass, the little distortion pedal was hit with an energy it had never felt before. He felt connected, almost one with the guitar which had begun to sing to him with a sweet, sweet voice. He instinctively began to sing along, distorting the beautiful sounds of the bass guitar, creating a new, magnificent sound.

From that moment they were inseparable. Almost every evening they sat together and created the most beautiful sounds one can only imagine. Over time, the little UD100 made many friends. Once a week, tuesday night, Marc took him and the bass guitar to the rehearsal room, where he was joined by many other large and small instruments and sang for several hours, until they were carried home by Marc, exhausted and empty. But what the little UD100 could not have guessed at that time was that the many beautiful experiences would soon come to an abrupt end and that his future would hold a dark dark fate for him.

One ordinary morning, Marc came into the room where the small UD100 was located, picked it up and connected it between the bass guitar and the amplifier. But when he started playing the guitar, he did not hear the familiar melodies he expected. The UD100 made no sound, it remained silent. The night before it had fallen asleep exhausted after making a lot of music but now there was no sign of life. The Behringer UD100 Ultra Distortion Pedal was dead. It had died peacefully in his sleep. After a few months of lying around, Marc, with a grieving heart took the little distortion pedal and placed in a box and stored it safely at the back of a cupboard, where it would remain for a long, long while. But the little Behringer UD100’s journey did not end here, it had not been forgotten yet. Destiny would guide his path towards a mysterious future.

One day one of Marcs friends, a boy called Arno, came to the house. The little UD100 was carefully taken out of its grave, handed to the stranger and left Marcs house at the bottom of a green backback. It was then taken across the country to the small village of Den Haag where Arno and a girl calles Rose conducted vicious experiments on the little UD100. They took apoart his his components, turned him inside out and left no two parts connected to each other. But what was their aim, why were they disfiguring the poor little distortion pedal? The answer was simple: repair! Arno and Rose, two students at the KABK were assigned the task to investigate the repairability of a broken object. And this little coincident brought the UD100 across half the country onto a workbench in Den Haag. This meant that there was a small chance that the UD100 could be given a second life. Can it be restored to full function, might it be transormed into something else, being reborn in a different body or is all hope lost and will it never regain conciousness?

Only time will tell...

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