Before He Makes Each One by Rainer Maria Rilke

Before He Makes Each One by Rainer Maria Rilke

Before He Makes Each One

Before he makes each one
of us, God speaks.

Then, without speaking,
he takes each one
out of the darkness.

And these are the cloudy
words God speaks
before each of us begins:

“You have been sent out
by your senses. Go
to the farthest edge
of desire, and give me
clothing: burn like a great
fire so that the stretched-out
shadows of the things
of the world cover
me completely.
Let everything happen
to you: beauty and terror.
You must just go–
no feeling is the farthest
you can go. Don’t let
yourself be separated
from me. The country
called life is close.
By its seriousness,
you will know it.
Give me your hand.”

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~

(Translated by Annie Boutelle, Metamorphoses Fall 2001)

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Your Awakening is Imminent!

Hello Folks,

I usually don’t post long messages from other authors as posts on the main page of Nurturing the Gift of Seeking, but this one struck a chord as I watch the snow falling upon the land. It is beautiful out here, in fact in here, within our deepest Self, and the peaceful whiteness that now envelops us gives it a special cachet!

Enjoy!

Your awakening from the illusion, from the unreality in which you have apparently been immersed for eons is imminent!

January 20, 2014 by John Smallman

There is only the ONE!  You all know that, even if many of you have trouble accessing that knowledge, that deep inner knowing. God, our Father, the Source of all that exists and in which all is contained, just IS.  And the Source is infinite, limitless, without boundaries – there is no beyond, there is only within, which has neither beginning nor end, it just IS, ALWAYS, EVERYWHERE.  It is inevitable, unavoidable, constantly supportive of all that exists in loving acceptance, never judging, just embracing and enfolding in the eternal field of LOVE.

There is absolutely nothing you need do or can do to be worthy, let alone more worthy in the sight of God.  He created you perfect and obviously you could not possibly improve on that, therefore stop reasoning, puzzling, wondering, doubting, and generally trying to make yourselves acceptable to God, because He created you like unto Himself, infinitely and eternally acceptable.  All that He creates is like unto Himself because all is within Him.  Just open your hearts to receive the abundance of Love in which you are at all times enveloped and release the doubts, worries, and anxieties that you allow to plague you, and then, once more, know that you are eternally divinely loved and cared for.

It is time to awaken from the dream, the nightmare, the illusion that has brought you so much unnecessary pain and suffering.  You chose to undergo the experience of separation by building an imaginary state that excluded God.  It could only be imaginary, unreal, because without God, truly separated from Him, there is nothing – no consciousness, no awareness, no life, no Love – and that is beyond all the bounds of possibility.  You are all permanently safe and secured in the loving arms of your Father, and that is what unchangeable means.

Love is eternal, unchangeable.  Life is an aspect of Love, as is consciousness, as is awareness, as is wakefulness, the state to which you are returning.  You never left it, but you did close your eyes and pretend to leave, and you are about to open them and discover that you are still just where you were when you closed them, at Home in the arms of your Father.  The bliss of knowing who You are, who You truly are is about to eliminate forever the endless pain and suffering in which the illusion has seemingly enshrouded you for so many eons.  You have collectively chosen to awaken and discard the illusion, and that is what is to happen – your awakening from the illusion, from the unreality in which you have apparently been immersed for eons is imminent!

The brilliance of what awaits you is ineffable.  Your emergence into the bright Light of Reality cannot be delayed any longer.  You need to wake up from the dream into the awe-inspiring wonder of Reality, your true and only Home, otherwise known by humanity as: Heaven, Paradise, the Garden of Eden, Nirvana, Shambhala, and myriad other names.  And, It is within You, always.  To awaken is to uncover your real identity as One with Source, in a state of infinitely flowing peace and harmony, where individual wills are united with the One Will and recognize themselves as essential undifferentiated aspects of that One Will.  And that recognition brings joy, utter and absolute joy, a knowing that surpasses all you have ever known, a wisdom beyond conceivability, and a peace that exalts and discloses an infinite possibility of creative opportunities with which you can engage.  Think of all the arts available to man that add beauty and wonder to your environment; they are as nothing compared to the possibilities awaiting you when you awaken.

this is a good sign

Limitation is of the illusion, a state in which difficulty and impracticality appear to impede and hinder nearly all your creative ventures no matter how inspiring and desirable they may appear to be.  Many of you do obtain satisfaction, sometimes amazing satisfaction, from overcoming difficulties, issues, problems, conflicts, and reversals as you strive to achieve the goals that others have set you, or that you have set for yourselves.  But suppose that the energy you used in doing so could instead be put wholeheartedly into your creative and artistic concepts – can you imagine how much more fulfilling that would be?

Striving and struggling have themselves become creative ventures for you, dimming your awareness of, your faint and distant memories of Reality.  You greatly honor those who succeed, especially where many others have tried and failed – and that is kind, compassionate, and generous – but it is also raising pain, suffering, and desolation to the point of being the purpose of the exercise during which they were experienced.  And much more attention tends to be focused on the suffering and indomitability that these determined ones have demonstrated rather than on what they have actually achieved.

To wage war successfully these “virtues” must be encouraged and honored, as they have been for eons.  But war itself is and never can be a success, as your worldly history demonstrates very clearly, time and time again.

The illusion encourages suffering and pretends to reward it.  But in truth those who are honored are quickly forgotten unless they continue to strive towards further achievements; and their rewards are very frequently severe bodily damage that further limits and restricts them as they tread their human life paths.  And, as forgotten heroes, they find themselves with much time to reflect on the roles that they have played, frequently discovering that they had not been fully true to themselves even though they had done their utmost to please those who commanded or directed them, and had done their best to support and protect those “on their team or their side.”  Some rise above this realization and learn to serve humanity, but many are overwhelmed with bitterness and an intense sense that their lives have been an unrelieved series of calamitous failures.  This, of course, is not the case.  Every human life, no matter how unconscionable and evil it may appear to have been has, in the long run, brought about essential changes in your thinking and in your beliefs.

All your human cultures, races, philosophies, religions, and other organizations – political, business, or social – hold divisive beliefs and values which they then uphold, encourage, persuade, and indeed attempt to enforce upon you, demanding that you embrace attitudes and behaviors that “supposedly” are for the ultimate good of all. They are not, purely because they are divisive.  You are all only too well aware of the maxim “divide and conquer,” and yet, when it is used for that specific purpose, no one seems to notice . . . until it is too late.  It is an insidious form of betrayal that has been used time and time again on a basically unsuspecting or unaware majority by an unelected elite whose constant and unchanging intent is to maintain or increase their power over humanity.

No more.  Collectively you have chosen to awaken from the illusion, and that is terrifying those who would control you, hence the ever-increasing attempts to introduce more new laws to further restrict the rights of the individual (“divide and conquer”) in the interests of maintaining the security of the nation from terrorist attacks which, unless forcefully prevented, are about to destroy it.  And fear has been so enthusiastically encouraged by all forms of advertising that many do feel threatened, unsafe, and would support almost any measure that is proclaimed to protect them from these intensely perceived but unreal threats.

You are all sovereign beings created in Love for an eternity of ecstatic joy, and those who would continue to support and maintain the illusion are doing their utmost to prevent you from becoming aware of your changeless divine heritage and destiny. Go within, ask for help and for Love from those who are watching over you constantly in the spiritual realms, and then open yourselves to receive it.  Release all your doubts and anxieties, they are totally without basis or foundation, because you are all divine beings whose awakening is assured.  To believe otherwise is to embrace and support the illusion and all the fears and anxieties that it promotes.

Meditation loss

Let go, surrender to the Truth of God’s endless and unremitting Love for you as you go within daily to your safe haven, your inner sanctum, where the “Peace that passeth all understanding” awaits you as you prepare to awaken into the bright Light of Reality.

Your loving brother, Jesus.

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Wishes for Life – Way Beyond a New Year!

Hello Folks,

I have been reading the Wisdom of the Enneagram lately, from Don Richard Riso and Russ Hudson, and found this uplifting, lovely passage on page 41.

Happy New Life!

 

“Always remember that it is your birthright and natural state to be wise and noble, loving and generous, to esteem yourself and others, to be creative and constantly renewing yourself, to be engaged in the world in awe and in depth, to have courage and to rely on yourself, to be joyous and effortlessly accomplished, to be strong and effective, to enjoy peace of mind and to be present to the unfolding mystery of your life.”

 

Don Richard Riso & Russ Hudson

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Year end review – part I

Year End Review
Started December 23 @ 1:55 PM

I just finished listening to the recording of the conversation Djwhal Khul and I had on November 25. Thank you very much, Sir, for your advice and insights. Both are very precious to me as we are getting ready to embark into a new 365-day slice of linear time.

I will certainly list below some of the items we discussed, yet I can’t start this review process without mentioning the surrounding silence that is enveloping me nowadays—both from within and in my environment, which seems to be coming to a standstill. And I cannot not mention the fact that I started working with Aruna Byers  two weeks ago. She is an Awakening coach living in Tokyo and my intuition tells me that we didn’t hook up as a coincidence. During the month of November, we exchanged some friendly messages about Japan on Facebook and then, all of a sudden, everything turned around when I asked how receptive Japanese people were to her teachings. Little did I know that she was leading satsangs (communication with Truth sessions) that she learned from her guru Papaji. Interestingly, I knew about Papaji’s mentor, Ramana Maharshi, from Master DK’s April 2013 teaching (thank you for the advance notice, Sir!) but I didn’t know Papaji himself, although the town of Lucknow in India was vaguely familiar to me.

Now what?

I have been listening and paying attention a bit more intently to what comes out of this weird thing called ‘my mind’ and asking, as of last week, those two silencing questions: “Whom are these thoughts for?“ and, in case these thoughts are for the Gilles-body that I physically am, another question, “Who am I?”

The most frequent answer to that last question has been “Divine Consciousness”—which is a mind answer, obviously.

As I said, now what? The mind is still active and ‘things’ are still sipping through, but at a much quieter pace. The experience I had this morning with our greeting cards made me realize that fear is still lurking in the background, although its intensity has diminished drastically to a level where it’s much harder to notice. Is this childhood fear of being scolded, by my mother then or wife nowadays, still alive? How soon will it definitely dissipate? And does the fear make any sense to the Gilles-body that I am?

Time will tell. It is on my side.

Interestingly number two, I gathered some ideas at the beginning of the month for my year-end review but never wrote anything until today. Now I am much more inclined to talk about the incoming year, and the ideas that have burgeoned lately, as I am to talk about what took place in outrageous 2013. Perhaps one of the interesting facets of the fall period was for me to revisit events that occurred more than 20 years ago, and being suddenly able to label them—such is the case of my Dark Night of the Soul experience which took place in November 2001 in Wisconsin. Why did it take me so long to revisit the event and realize that it might have opened an entry door to a different, deeper inner realm? It did, in fact, and that was confirmed by Aruna after she read my story.

The other intriguing occurrence of the last six months of 2013 was this dance of hormones in my body. My level of testosterone went down, my level of prolactin went up (this is the hormone responsible for women’s lactation) and all of this might have to do with the fact that I am parenting, in my own feminine, motherly way; something which hasn’t happened to me till after I hit the half-a-century mark. How interesting! The notion of spiritual androgyny has been introduced to me and it deserves a bit more attention, knowing I seemed to have regained weight lately, out of nowhere, again.

An idea that stuck with me in my conversation with DK is, as he put it himself, this prospect of “helping people reframe their lives.” A new person, a new companion entered my life in November, and we may be doing a bit of spiritual companionship together in the New Year; I am certainly looking forward to that, as a way to both help her and learn more about Life. Developing “spiritual curiosity” is definitely an area I would like to explore with her, and anyone else interested; I believe she’s ready for it and willing to take a big dive.

Will this idea eventually turn into a workshop? Pourquoi pas? Why not? It would certainly help me deepen my desire and continue my work of “helping people see;” see what their lives is made up of, and see how much difficulty societal programming has created in their lives.

Buddhists conceive of enlightenment as having two qualities: a quiet mind and a Self empty of programming.

What a nice, arduous peak to consider climbing!

mount rainier july22

[Full Moon over Mt. Rainier, Washington state, July 22, 2013. Photo Kathy Yates. Reproduced with permission.]

Nine years down the road, I am amazed how current the mission statement I wrote then is:

2004 Mission Statement

“With patience, love, courage and compassion,
I will guide and empower
myself and others
to discover and access
that place of goodness
and meaning
that resides within,
and act from it.”

This is part I, folks, to be continued before the end of the old year. Stay tune!

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Hello Gratitude!

Hello Gratitude!

It is a good time for practicing gratitude now—as it always been, and will always be—but perhaps more so now because of the impending holiday season. Many people may feel bluesy at a time where the mad (shopping) rush has started; it certainly did start in the US and today is a seriously ‘black’ day (Black Friday). This is a frenetic, sometimes violent rush which is lacking any spiritual connotation or meaning. We are part of it, in our own way—especially when it comes to Lindt chocolates!—but it doesn’t mean we are getting up at 4:00 AM on Black Friday, or queuing up outside a store for hours. Come to reflect on it, it must be pretty painful to be devoured by materialistic consumption. I send my heartfelt compassion to those who wobble in it blindly—to the point they find a so-called pleasure or excitement in it.

On a deeper level, after a long period of silence, I am asking myself about the meaning of all what I sensed and experienced during the past few weeks, since I last wrote on October 10. There were some intense moments of discovery and enthusiasm, especially when I came across the Biology of Kundalini site developed by Jana Dixon (Gratitude to you, Jana)

http://biologyofkundalini.com/

I was picked up and transported by intrepid curiosity, and entertained a thirst to know more as some of my life events took on a different perspective—especially the dark night of my soul which took place long ago in a different land (read state). I bought Jana’s book, read a bit about it, couldn’t find the answers I was looking for (about the biological changes that I have been experiencing in the past six months) and suddenly lost all interest in that specific search. How intriguing! The answers to my query are there, somewhere in me, and that is why I no longer search: they will bloom in the glory of my life whenever the appropriate spring time rings in.

Many other smaller pieces are coming back to me now, naked of the emotional intensity they carried at the time they took birth. A small example is that of a woman who worked at a client’s location in Paris and who sort of “kicked us out” of a business deal in favor of her previous employer. It wasn’t a very painful experience then, more of a surprise, and yet I always wondered why it took place. I recently got reconnected—mystically enough—with this person via LinkedIn and sent her a friendly message to which she responded; and even offered to connect her with one of our friends in the new place where she now lives. How interesting are these little spiritual pebbles on the road as we approach the end of another year! I see those as a good opportunity to finally disregard—or burry, if you will—what no longer serves us. Certainly this “woman in Paris” event didn’t serve us, except for being an avenue to reflect, question Life, and eventually move forward. Gratitude to you, “woman in Paris”!

Yesterday, there was what I would call “interesting negativity” in my life; nothing new in terms of the messages my mind was brewing and serving me, but I deeply questioned why it was so, and why it occurred one more time. Why is it that my mind needs to remanufacture what it already served me? What purpose does it serve since I didn’t fall into its trap the first time?

Even though I didn’t get any answer—I assume the answer is there but I can’t see it yet—, I feel this is a useful process that allows us to ‘corner our mind’ into yet another of its limitations. I invite you, my friends, to practice this ‘spiritual curiosity,’ this intense questioning, and see what happens, or what kind of response you get.

And then, as the Universe would have it, my eyes came across the Eckhart Tolle’s November quote that appears on the wall calendar I bought early this year.

“Whenever there is negativity is you, if you can be aware at that moment that there is something in you that takes pleasure in it or believe it has a useful purpose, you are becoming aware of the ego directly. The moment this happens, your identity has shifted from ego to awareness. This mean the ego is shrinking and awareness is growing.”

Eckhart Tolle

I can’t tell that I am fully aware of that “something in me” that is taking (sadistic) pleasure in sending me dark messages, or thinks what it does has a useful purpose, but it nicely dovetails with my questioning; sort of the icing on the cake. Gratitude to you, my friend Eckhart!

And today we enjoy a clear blue sky. I can see beautiful white clouds in the distance that are flying low. It feels like a white lining covering the horizon, right behind the trees. This is indeed a beautiful day to be alive.

Gratitude to you, Life!

Many thanks for sustaining us living beings, as well as our living environment.

Please find below an amusing picture—very appropriate at this time of the year!

life

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Virginia’s Dark Night of the Soul

Dear Gilles,

I am so grateful you pointed me to your blog and the posting of the Dark Night of the Soul. Yes, Gilles, I too have experienced it and share below the first chapter of my book, A Mantle of Roses: A Woman’s Journey Home to Peace (Xlibris 2004).

Chapter 1

I’LL NEVER FORGET August 15, 1979. It was hot and sultry, not uncommon for August in New England. I was at work at the Pepperidge Farm Mail Order Company in Clinton, CT, going through a particularly grueling morning when, at 11:15, the receptionist buzzed me. My brother, Bobby, was on the line. “Ginge,” he said, his voice strained, “can we have lunch? Janna won’t see me.”

I cradled the phone in my neck, trying to sort through papers while I listened to my brother. My boss came into my office motioning that he needed me right away. “Bobby,” I said, “I’m not even eating lunch today. It’s crazy around here.” “But I need to see you,” he said. Ten years my junior, Bobby treated me like a second mother and often turned to me for help.

“How about next week? Can we meet then?” “Okay,” he said, sounding disappointed. “If you don’t have time, I’ll wait.” There was a pause. He said nothing for a moment. Then he said, “I really need to see you today. But if you don’t have time, I’ll wait.” I went about my day, thankful that I had time to do my work without interruption.

The next morning the phone rang at 5:30 a.m., startling me awake. Through my half asleep state, I heard my mother’s voice, breaking. “It’s about Bobby . . . He was killed last night by a drunk driver on Avon Mountain. Dad is on his way to identify his body at the morgue.”

An unexpected sound escaped from my mouth to voice the shock, the pain and yes, the denial. No, no, it can’t be true. These things don’t happen to us, they happen to other people. I was numb with shock. The memory of the previous day’s conversation came flooding back to me in a rush—how could it be? I didn’t believe it. I started screaming. My screaming woke up my stepdaughter, Amanda. “Mom, what’s wrong?”

I couldn’t stop screaming. Oddly, it occurred to me that I had never screamed like that before. It surprised me. I didn’t know I had it in me. Haphazard memories flooded in of Bobby’s life and our relationship. I was the oldest and he the youngest in a family of four children. I was his second mother as I was often left in charge when my parents went out of the house. So we had a bond that came from the lullabies I sang to him as I rocked him as a child, from the stories I read to him. He turned to me for emotional help often as he had turned to me yesterday. And I hadn’t been available. It was the screaming of guilt, flying out from deep within.

I was unable to take in the enormity of Bobby’s life ending. A cold dread enveloped me as we drove the hour to my Grandfather Pop’s house that morning where the family gathered. We all sat there, alternately staring in disbelief and holding each other. We were crying, broken, bereft, but still not quite believing. The details of the accident started dribbling in—a drunken driver . . . 60 mph . . . killed instantly.

The doorbell rang. It was my oldest friend Pam with a casserole of macaroni and cheese, freshly baked from the oven. We hugged, wordless. I thanked her for the act of kindness. After I helped myself, I took a bite and found I couldn’t swallow it. How strange—my most rudimentary of human reflexes was suspended.

The phone calls came in from people far and wide. Loved ones, friends, acquaintances, Bobby’s friends . . . all unbelieving . . . could the worst be true? Bad news travels fast. People came from Bobby’s circle which extended beyond our town to the medical school community where he had finished his first year that June. Friends came from Amherst College, his alma mater, his medical school and from Kingswood-Oxford School, a private school all four of us children had attended and where Bobby had taught math and science during the two years previous to medical school. My father came in after he had identified Bobby’s body. Now we knew it was true.

He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t cry either. He crumpled into Pop’s favorite chair. The silence dragged on among us. It was as if the rest of us weren’t there. He was in his own world and we were cut off from him. I watched the second hand on Pop’s grandfather clock tick away, for hours it seemed, as people came and went to offer comfort and support. When would this day ever end? When it did, would I wake up and realize this was a bad dream?

I sleepwalked through the two days before the funeral. My son, Tad, came home after climbing Mt. Washington with his dad, Tom. My heart broke open again as I told them what had happened and saw how upset they were. On the day of the funeral, my friend, Susan, drove three hours to stand in the church driveway as we drove in, her face full of compassion and concern. We didn’t say anything, we just held one another. Then I saw Janna, Bobby’s girlfriend. I turned my back on her angrily, remembering how Bobby was so upset by her refusal to see him. Walking into the church, I was stunned by the numbers. The church held 2,000 people. So many were here mourning one so young. The words the Episcopalian priest spoke that day were simple but challenging for me.

Our prayers this morning for Robert Burrough Swain III express to God our gratitude for this open, lovable, committed young man . . . But there is another intercession that I fear each of us must offer in a manner that best suits himself or herself. Intercession is needed for understanding and explanation of this tragic event. Why did this have to happen to Bobby? Is there no standard of fair play in life?

Has God no control over the world that He so lovingly created? Has He no heart that can express itself in what for Him would be some insignificant event, but for us a catastrophe? Does life end just like that with nothing permanent or different left in the world because Bobby was here? I can’t answer your questions. I can only ask the questions that I seek answers to. But they come crowding in upon us at a time like this—confusing, depressing, and endless questions. And I am sure that none of us can, this morning, find any answers to them. But this flood of questions can perhaps force us to take that leap of faith into the unknown, trusting our deepest emotions and convictions regarding the shape of that creative power that designed the universe . . .

I did not trust my deepest emotions and convictions about God. I didn’t even know what a leap of faith was. When I left the church to go home after our family gathering, I had no resources, no previous experience to help me to cope with tragedy. I was stripped bare. Nothing in my belief system offered me comfort or solace. I didn’t have a personal relationship with God. I’d never felt so low. In the months ahead, the depression lasted, punctuated by loud outbursts and fits of crying. My family, my friends—everyone was estranged by my anger, even my mother. I sealed myself off from the world I had known.

In the next year I was to experience two more deaths—the deaths of my marriage and of my father. I even contemplated my suicide, angrily planning to drive my car into a cement abutment on Route 95. My mother called my therapist. I was angry at her for doing that, not even seeing how concerned she was. Either I was angry or I was crying. My anger erupted everywhere. And then there were the long moments of uncomfortable silence when I was alone in despair and it made me crazy. I took long walks on the beach near my home on the Connecticut shore, planning how fast I would drive my car into the cement abutment on Route 95. I was convinced no one understood or cared about me. I cut off all my relationships—nobody could approach me. I was hanging on to life by a thread, obsessed by the thought of death, angered by incredible loss.

In retrospect, I see now that this was the beginning of my spiritual journey. It was this darkness, so bleak, this emptiness, so vast, which began my search for a personal relationship with God.

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The Sonnets to Orpheus, II, 29 — Rainer Maria Rilke (in English and French)

The Sonnets to Orpheus, II, 29 — Rainer Maria Rilke

Silent friend of many distances, feel
how your breath enlarges all of space.
Let your presence ring out like a bell
into the night. What feeds upon your face

grows mighty from the nourishment thus offered.
Move through transformation, out and in.
What is the deepest loss that you have suffered?
If drinking is bitter, change yourself to wine.

In this immeasurable darkness, be the power
that rounds your sense in their magic ring,
the sense of their mysterious encounter.

And if the earthly no longer knows your name,
whisper to the silent earth: I’m flowing.
To the flashing water say: I am.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~

(Ahead of All Parting, ed. and translated by Steven Mitchell)

Sonnet XXIX

Ami silencieux des nombreux lointains, ressens,
combien ton souffle a élargi l’espace.
Dans la charpente des sombres carillons
accepte de sonner. Car, ce qui vit de toi,

deviendra une force par cette nourriture.
Dans cette transformation, sors et puis entre,
Quelle est ta plus douloureuse expérience ?
Si le boire est pour toi amer, deviens vin.

Sois en cette nuit de démesure
force magique à la croisée de tes sens,
de leur étrange rencontre la signification.

Et si le terrestre t’a oublié,
dis à la terre calme: je coule.
à l’eau rapide dis: je suis.

http://www.espritsnomades.com/sitelitterature/rilke/rilkerainermaria.html

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I love the dark hours – Rainer Maria Rilke

This evening, as I opened my message box and read this poem, it felt like Grace had penetrated somewhere in me. This is such a profound message after my post about The Dark Night of My soul.

 

I love the dark hours – Rainer Maria Rilke

I love the dark hours of my being.
My mind deepens into them.
There I can find, as in old letters,
the days of my life, already lived,
and held like a legend, and understood.

Then the knowing comes: I can open
to another life that’s wide and timeless.

So I am sometimes like a tree
rustling over a gravesite
and making real the dream
of the one its living roots
embrace:

a dream once lost
among sorrows and songs.

~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~

(Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God, translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

darkness before light

Pour ce qui est de la traduction en français, que je n’ai point trouvée, l’avertissement ci-dessous me rendra des plus prudents; et je m’y emploierai à trois fois plutôt qu’une !

« Rilke tenait pour une trahison de sa poésie toute traduction qui ne restituerait pas en même temps que sa pensée, le mouvement intérieur, le rythme et la musique de l’original. Se contenter d’un mot à mot, si minutieux fût-il, c’était à ses yeux dépouiller l’œuvre d’une partie essentielle d’elle-même en la ramenant au plan secondaire de l’analyse, c’était substituer à un corps vivant une figure de cire, un cadavre glacé. »

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The Dark Night of My Soul

The Dark Night of My Soul

La Nuit où Mon Âme a Touché le Fond

October 10

 

This will be my first post in both English and French, so as to reach a broader audience. The French version follows the English one. Thanks for reading, folks!

A few weeks back, I discovered on Facebook a piece of Eckhart Tolle (author of A New Earth) on The Dark Night of the Soul (please see his statement below, at the bottom of my post). I wasn’t familiar with the concept, but was with the experience. From that virtual discovery, things went very fast and far, geographically-speaking as I experienced an amazing synchronicity with a new friend in Sri Lanka (South Asia). I mean amazing because, through our exchange, and my telling him about my experience of that fateful “dark night,” I came to mention a similar, mundane event that took place 8 years apart or so: playing table tennis at a YMCA; first in Colombo, Sri Lanka, in September1982, and then again in Oshkosh, Wisconsin, in November 1990. I was truly floored by this happenstance, so to speak, that had nothing to do with random events—even more interesting is that both events resurfaced in a single point of time so long after their first occurrence.

Some day in November 1990 is when I experienced MY dark night of the soul. I was then studying in graduate school and had only set foot in Wisconsin in January of that year. The wonderful feelings of newness and excitement (a phase generally called “honeymoon”) had gone by and I was left with the routine of going to school—again, after seven years of professional experience. Interestingly, what felt most difficult to overcome then was an absence of meaning—of feeling productive, that is. I had been employed for seven years, three of them spent in French-speaking Africa, and I had grown tremendously through heart to heart exchanges, especially in the Congo. Wisconsin autumn felt cold and a bit dull in comparison and I harbored the feeling of not contributing anything to society. In addition, graduation wasn’t part of the picture for another two years, and it seemed like eons away.

I don’t remember the exact day when IT happened, although I remember the setting, the name of the classroom, and the instructor. We had a test that morning in a class related to knowledge of industrial psychology and I did very poorly. I felt awful after flunking the test and the feeling remained with me throughout the afternoon. At night, I went to the local YMCA to play table tennis with a few friends. This is when, suddenly, the “floor of my life” collapsed. It felt as if what had been supporting me—my desire to study and complete my studies, to become a bilingual professional—was no longer there; I had nothing to lean on, but darkness, emptiness and meaninglessness; in one word, nothingness. Either the tunnel had no end in sight, or I was looking toward the wrong end of it. My life had gotten devoid of meaning, very much like the way Eckhart Tolle describes it.

As soon as I got home (I was renting a room at an old lady’s house; Dorothy was her name), I called the International Students Advisor. I know it was so serious that I had to seek out help as soon as possible. She and many others—gratitude flows, guys—helped me through this difficult time which lasted for about six to eight months, before I finally resurfaced as a fully functioning human being. Interestingly, I would not say that I found new meaning out of this “dark experience”—I was still intent on finishing my studies and I did, adding another degree in the course of the next three years. Yet, I can’t tell that I found a new direction in life, or that my spiritual life had taken off in a different turn.

Rather, from what I clearly remember, I felt in the ensuing few months that a crevasse had opened up in my life, so that the imprisoned emotions of the young child—especially anger and sadness—could start their way up and out. It took me a long time to take care of that ‘painful crevasse.’ Fifteen years of assiduous Buddhist practice and developmental work helped as I painstakingly transformed the pain and residues from my childhood into a fertile terrain for what would come next, one day, at some point. As in many situations, there is (and there was then, for me) no other way for us than honoring and doing the (inner) work we have to do. As we often say, and the saying goes back to the idea of plowing the soil for future use, “we cannot put the cart before the horse.” [In French, the expression becomes “we cannot put the plow before the oxen,” which dates back to sixteenth century farmers’ practices.]

 

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Eckhart Tolle on the ‘Dark Night of the Soul’

Q: Have you ever experienced the dark night of the soul? Your teachings have been so helpful through this difficult period. Can you address this subject?

A: The “dark night of the soul” is a term that goes back a long time. Yes, I have also experienced it. It is a term used to describe what one could call a collapse of a perceived meaning in life…an eruption into your life of a deep sense of meaninglessness. The inner state in some cases is very close to what is conventionally called depression. Nothing makes sense anymore, there’s no purpose to anything. Sometimes it’s triggered by some external event, some disaster perhaps, on an external level. The death of someone close to you could trigger it, especially premature death, for example if your child dies. Or you had built up your life, and given it meaning – and the meaning that you had given your life, your activities, your achievements, where you are going, what is considered important, and the meaning that you had given your life for some reason collapses.

It can happen if something happens that you can’t explain away anymore, some disaster which seems to invalidate the meaning that your life had before. Really what has collapsed then is the whole conceptual framework for your life, the meaning that your mind had given it. So that results in a dark place. But people have gone into that, and then there is the possibility that you emerge out of that into a transformed state of consciousness. Life has meaning again, but it’s no longer a conceptual meaning that you can necessarily explain. Quite often it’s from there that people awaken out of their conceptual sense of reality, which has collapsed.

They awaken into something deeper, which is no longer based on concepts in your mind. A deeper sense of purpose or connectedness with a greater life that is not dependent on explanations or anything conceptual any longer. It’s a kind of re-birth. The dark night of the soul is a kind of death that you die. What dies is the egoic sense of self. Of course, death is always painful, but nothing real has actually died there – only an illusory identity. Now it is probably the case that some people who’ve gone through this transformation realized that they had to go through that, in order to bring about a spiritual awakening. Often it is part of the awakening process, the death of the old self and the birth of the true self.
The first lesson in A Course in Miracles says “Nothing I see in this room means anything”, and you’re supposed to look around the room at whatever you happen to be looking at, and you say “this doesn’t mean anything”, “that doesn’t mean anything”. What is the purpose of a lesson like that? It’s a little bit like re-creating what can happen during the dark night of the soul. It’s the collapse of a mind-made meaning, conceptual meaning, of life… believing that you understand “what it’s all about”. With A Course in Miracles, it’s a voluntary relinquishment of the human mind-made meaning that is projected, and you go voluntary into saying “I don’t know what this means”, “this doesn’t mean anything”. You wipe the board clean. In the dark night of the soul it collapses.

You are meant to arrive at a place of conceptual meaninglessness. Or one could say a state of ignorance – where things lose the meaning that you had given them, which was all conditioned and cultural and so on. Then you can look upon the world without imposing a mind-made framework of meaning. It looks of course as if you no longer understand anything. That’s why it’s so scary when it happens to you, instead of you actually consciously embracing it. It can bring about the dark night of the soul – to go around the Universe without any longer interpreting it compulsively, as an innocent presence. You look upon events, people, and so on with a deep sense of aliveness. Your sense the aliveness through your own sense of aliveness but you are not trying to fit your experience into a conceptual framework anymore.

 

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Il s’agit de mon premier article à la fois en anglais et en français. Merci de votre visite. Ceci dit, ce que vous allez lire ci-dessous n’est pas une traduction mot à mot de ce que j’ai pu écrire ci-dessus, mais plutôt une histoire écrite dans ma langue maternelle, avec un vocabulaire quelque peu novateur quand je ne trouve pas les mots exacts pour traduire.

Il y a quelques semaines, j’ai découvert sur Facebook l’extrait d’une interview d’Eckart Tolle (auteur de A New Earth / Nouvelle Terre – l’avènement de la conscience humaine) parlant de The Dark Night of the Soul (la nuit où l’âme a touché le fond). [Le texte de son entretien suit cet article.] Je n’étais pas familier avec ce concept, mais avais cependant vécu cette expérience. A partir de cette découverte virtuelle, les choses sont allées très vite et très loin, géographiquement parlant, dans la mesure où j’ai vécu une synchronicité incroyable avec un nouvel ami basé à Sri Lanka. Je dis incroyable car, à travers notre échange, et à travers mon partage d’expérience de cette « nuit noire », je fus amené à mentionner un événement quelque peu banal qui prit place deux fois à huit ans d’intervalle : un match de tennis de table, tout d’abord à la YMCA de Colombo, à Sri Lanka, en septembre 1982, et ensuite un autre match à la YMCA d’Oshkosh, dans le Wisconsin, en novembre 1990. Je fus réellement surpris (le mot est bien faible) par cette coïncidence qui n’en était pas une ; d’autant plus que ces deux évènements refaisaient surface dans ma vie si longtemps après leur première apparition.

Mon expérience de « nuit noire » s’et déroulée un jour de novembre 1990. Je faisais alors des études supérieures dans le Wisconsin, territoire sur lequel j’avais pénétré pour la première fois en janvier de cette année-là. Tout le ressenti en termes de nouveauté et d’enthousiasme (une phase que l’on appelle généralement « lune de miel ») avait  disparu et il ne me restait plus que la routine des cours—une fois de plus— après avoir travaillé pendant sept ans. Ce qui m’a été le plus difficile à surmonter à l’époque fut un sentiment d’absence de sens dans ma vie et le fait de me retrouver soudainement non-productif. J’avais donc travaillé pendant sept ans, dont trois passés en Afrique, avec notamment une expérience unique et des échanges extrêmement chaleureux et profonds avec des stagiaires au Congo Brazza. L’automne du Wisconsin me donnait l’impression d’être quelque peu froid et insipide. De plus, j’étais loin de la fin de mes études et les deux ans qu’il me restait à accomplir faisait figure d’éternité.

Je ne me rappelle pas de la date précise où cette « nuit noire » a eu lieu, mais je me rappelle tout à fait de la salle de classe, des étudiants et du prof. Nous avions ce matin-là un examen concernant des notions de psychologie du travail. Je me suis complètement gaufré, incapable de répondre à la plupart des questions, et me suis senti mal à l’aise dès la fin de l’examen ; un sentiment qui m’a accompagné pendant la majeure partie de l’après-midi. Je suis allé jouer au tennis de table le soir à la YMCA avec des amis. C’est là que, tout à coup, le « sol de ma vie » s’est effondré. J’ai eu l’impression que tout ce qui me soutenait jusqu’alors n’existait plus ; mon désir de finir mes études et de devenir un professionnel bilingue notamment. Je n’avais plus rien de solide sur lequel je pouvais m’appuyer ; rien si ce n’est l’obscurité, le vide et l’absence de sens ; en un mot, le néant. Soit la sortie du tunnel n’existait pas, soit je regardais dans la mauvaise direction. Ma vie avait perdu tout son sens, comme le décrit si bien Eckhart Tolle vers la fin du premier paragraphe.

Lors de mon retour à la maison (je louais alors une chambre chez une dame agée qui répondait au nom de Dorothy), j’ai aussitôt téléphoné à la personne qui s’occupait des étudiants étrangers. Je réalisais que quelque chose de sérieux venait de se passer et qu’il me fallait trouver de l’aide dans les plus brefs délais. Cette personne, ainsi que beaucoup d’autres—ma gratitude éternelle vous est acquise, chers ami(e)s—m’ont soutenu durant cette période difficile qui a duré entre six et huit mois, avant que je ne refasse surface en tant que personne qui puisse fonctionner normalement. Je ne peux pas dire que j’ai trouvé un nouveau sens grâce à cette expérience inattendue de « nuit noire. »  J’avais l’intention de finir mes études, ce que j’ai fait, y ajoutant un diplôme supplémentaire au cours des trois années qui suivirent. Mais je n’ai pas déniché de nouvelle direction pour ma vie et je ne peux pas dire que ma vie spirituelle a soudainement prit un nouvel essor.

Ce dont je me souviens, c’est que durant les mois qui suivirent, j’ai eu l’impression qu’une crevasse s’était ouverte au sein de ma vie, et que cette ouverture rendait possible la libération d’émotions prisonnières depuis mon enfance ; notamment la colère et la tristesse. Celles-ci pouvaient enfin commencer leur périple vers la guérison. Il m’a fallu longtemps pour soigner cette « douloureuse crevasse. » Quinze ans de pratique bouddhiste assidue et autres travaux de développement de soi m’ont été nécessaires pour transformer la douleur et les résidus de mon enfance en un sol fertile, prêt à accueillir ce qui ne manquera pas d’arriver un jour prochain. Comme dans beaucoup de situations, il n’y a pas d’autre issue possible (et il n’en y avait pas d’autre à l’époque pour moi) que d’honorer et de réaliser le travail (intérieur) que chacun de nous se doit d’accomplir. Comme le dit si bien l’expression, on ne peut pas « mettre la charrue devant les bœufs ; » une expression qui rejoint cette idée de labourer pour préparer la terre pour un jour prochain.

 

Eckhart Tolle sur la ‘Dark Night of the Soul’ (La Nuit où l’Âme a Touché le Fond)


Question: Avez-vous déjà fait l’expérience de la nuit où l’âme a touché le fond? Vos enseignements ont été si utiles durant cette période difficile.
Pouvez-vous nous en dire quelques mots ?

Réponse : La « nuit noire » est un terme qui ne date pas d’aujourd’hui. J’en ai fait moi-même l’expérience. Il s’agit d’un terme que l’on utilise pour décrire ce que l’on pourrait appeler l’effondrement du sens que l’on perçoit dans notre vie…l’apparition dans notre vie d’une profonde absence de sens. L’état que nous ressentons intérieurement est très proche de ce que l’on appelle par convention une dépression. Plus rien n’a de sens, nous n’avons plus de but. Cette situation est parfois déclenchée par un évènement extérieur, une catastrophe notamment. Le décès d’une personne qui nous est chère peut en être la cause, notamment s’il s’agit d’une mort prématurée, celle de l’un de nos enfants, par exemple. Ou alors nous avons construit votre vie et nous lui avons donné du sens ; et le sens que nous pensions posséder, nos activités, nos réalisations, notre direction dans la vie, ce que nous considérions comme important pour nous, tout cela s’effondre pour une raison quelconque.

Cela peut arriver par l’intermédiaire de quelque chose d’inexplicable, une catastrophe qui pourrait anéantir le sens que nous percevions dans votre vie. Ce qui s’est effondré est en fait la façon dont nous avions conçu notre vie, le sens conceptuel que nous lui avions donné. Une « coloration noire » peut en résulter. Mais certaines personnes en ont fait l’expérience et il se peut très bien que nous en ressortions avec un état de conscience différent. La vie a alors de nouveau du sens mais ce n’est plus un sens que nous pouvons expliquer conceptuellement ou intellectuellement. Très souvent, c’est à partir de ce stade que les gens se rendent compte de la façon dont ils avaient bâti ou conçu le sens de leur vie, alors qu’il vient de s’effondrer.

Ils se rendent compte qu’il y a quelque chose de plus profond, quelque chose qui n’a plus rien à voir avec les concepts que notre esprit peut engendrer. Un sens plus profond, ou un relationnel plus fort avec la vie en résulte qui n’est plus dépendant d’explications conceptuelles. C’est un peu comme une renaissance. La « nuit noire » est une sorte de mort, de disparition, dont nous faisons l’expérience. Ce qui disparait en fait, c’est le sens que nous avons de notre soi propre. De toute évidence, la mort est un phénomène douloureux, mais rien de bien réel ne meurt dans cette expérience—uniquement une identité illusoire que nous avions fabriquée. Il est possible que certaines personnes qui ont fait l’expérience de cette transformation réalisent qu’elles en avaient besoin afin de provoquer un éveil spirituel. Très souvent, cette expérience fait partie intégrante de l’éveil, la disparition du soi fabriqué donnant naissance à un soi authentique.

La première leçon dans Un Cours en Miracles nous apprend, « Rien de ce que je vois dans cette pièce n’a de sens, » et vous êtes supposé regarder autour de la pièce et vous dire « cela n’a aucun sens, » « cela n’a aucun sens. » Quel est le but d’une telle leçon ? Il s’agit d’une certaine manière de recréer ce qui peut arriver durant la « nuit noire. » C’est l’effondrement d’une notion de sens fabriquée par notre esprit, un sens que nous avons conçu, de la vie…tout en pensant que nous comprenons « ce dont il s’agit. » Dans Un Cours en Miracles, c’est un abandon volontaire de cette notion de sens que nous fabriquons qui est projeté, et vous dites joyeusement « Je ne sais pas ce que cela signifie, » « cela n’a aucun sens. » Vous remettez les compteurs à zéro. Au cours de la « nuit noire » cette notion de sens s’effondre.

Il est inévitable que vous arriviez à un point d’absence de sens sur le plan conceptuel. On pourrait encore parler à ce niveau d’un état d’ignorance—où tout ce que vous appréhendiez perd le sens que vous lui aviez donné, qui est avant tout conditionné ou acquis à travers notre culture de référence. On peut alors envisager le monde sans lui imposer un cadre conceptuel de sens que notre esprit aurait conçu. Nous aurions alors l’impression de ne plus rien comprendre. C’est la raison pour laquelle cet épisode de « nuit noire » peut paraitre si effrayant alors qu’il pourrait paraitre tout autre si nous avions la volonté de l’accepter ouvertement. Cela peut provoquer la « nuit noire »–voyager tout autour de l’Univers sans vouloir l’interpréter de façon obsessionnelle, comme une présence innocente. Nous considérerions alors les évènements, les gens, et ainsi de suite, avec un sens profond de l’existence. Nous ressentirions cette existence à travers notre propre sens de l’existence mais nous n’essayerions plus de faire rentrer notre expérience dans un cadre conceptuel.

 

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A Bhagavad-Gita Double Encounter

A Bhagavad-Gita Double Encounter

 

Last week, I traveled to North Carolina for work. Right before I left the house Monday morning, I decided to pick a book that I read two years prior, full of notes and areas highlighted in yellow and orange. I had done my homework exploring and dissecting The Matter of Mind, from Master Djwhal Khul through Kathlyn Kingdon, and didn’t expect it would catch up with me at this time. The chapter that caught my attention, after skimming through the book, is the one entitled From Emotional Reactivity to Enlightenment. It caught my eye precisely because emotional reactivity (how do I deal with the emotions that emerge within me) is what I had been experiencing for a fairly long time. The chapter tells the story of a famous passage from the Bhagavad-Gita (wikipedia.org/wiki/Bhagavad_Gita) where Lord Krishna is in conversation with Arjuna over his impending duty to go to war against his relatives. Arjuna has to face the immensity of the task—his call to duty—and wobbles between desperation, anger, and finally blame—a very generous spectrum of emotions.

 

As I flew from Newark to Charlotte, I suddenly got the idea to check my email—what else can we do in the friendly skies? As I opened the first message in my mailbox, an unpleasant feeling of upset and anger started to engulf me. A co-worker of mine, in a different land, with whom I am designing a members’ survey, was commenting on my last draft and giving me instructions on how to design a multiple choice survey; my initial intention being to design an open-ended questions instrument where client members could freely roam and reflect based on their needs and preferences.

 

A week after the occurrence, I can still remember the dangerous path my mind took me through, meandering between retaliation strategies, an email to the board of the organization, not to mention several dark scenarios where I would leave the volunteer group that I joined three months ago. It felt like a pit. As good fortune would have it, the response I prepared on the spot, in the heat of my anger, could not navigate the airwaves because the plane had gone below 10,000 feet and the connection was interrupted. I saved a draft of my response, and later erased it, realizing that I experienced EXACTLY what the chapter of The Matter of Mind refers to; going through a whirlwind of emotions, and for a reason!

 

What the From Emotional Reactivity to Enlightenment chapter describes is how many of us tend to respond to emotions: either by letting them out at the people who triggered them (whatever their intention was), or by suppressing them. Neither way is going to bring us very far and the author’s advice is to rather stay with the emotion, as calmly as possible, and fully experience it. It is difficult for many of us to do just that but when I tried, a couple days ago, the metaphor that entered my consciousness is that of a waterfall. Because of the amount of water gushing forth, and the beauty of the falls, we often limit our view to the falls themselves, when there is usually a clear, calm and beautiful pool of water right behind them. The image is also appropriate to the extent that the falls are often as ‘noisy’ as our emotions.

 

Here is an excerpt which addresses the direct experience and our need to stay in it:

 

“In the Gnostic (i.e., knowing) experience, perceiver and perception are merged. Direct experience engages physical, emotional, mental and spiritual bodies—totally. For all its glory, direct experience can be threatening to the ego mind, which is continually looking for itself in the “having” of the experience. Direct experience lacks the observational distance needed for ego mind to find itself. To fall into a direct experience, the mind must release its hold on conventional reality—so laden with the personal reference points ego mind craves. If you consider the mystics of the great spiritual traditions, they all have the ability to lose themselves in the divine. To do so, of course, requires the dissolution of those personal reference points, for they obscure the very experience the divine one is seeking.”

 

“As with the child in the snow, what induces direct experience is full openness in/to the moment and a completely absorbed attention. To allow whatever arises to simply be, without the judgment or other manipulations of ego mind, is to find the vicinity of direct experience. In this open and attentive state, one can allow even emotional pain—grief, fear, hatred, greed, selfishness, envy and so on—to dissolve into the spacious radiance of direct experience. When the mind’s eye is fixed on the full spectrum of enlightenment, it is very difficult to find the small bandwidth of, say, anger. The effulgent glow dissolves the very self that steps into it.”

 

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I knew something—a new understanding, another veil getting lifted—was up for grab last week. The knocking at the spiritual door got “happier and louder” when, back home, I received an email from a list on LinkedIn mentioning a post from Ken Stone. Ken Stone is a Colorado-based person who, beautifully, calls himself “The Soul Archeologist.” We connected a few months back and I happily accepted his invitation. Despite his lack of response to my introductory email, I remained intrigued and curious about his spiritual guidance and counseling.

 

In his message to the LinkedIn list, he invited us to visit his blog where he posted two stories. The first one is about the Dalai Lama who, being true to himself, honestly mentions his dislike of a cake that has been baked especially for him; the second story is Arjuna’s story…

 

Writing these words brought another metaphor to my spiritual shore. As I heard back yesterday from a Tarot de Marseille card reader with whom I worked this year, she mentioned, in response to my account of our last trip to France, my success with the “great problem in my life,” i.e., my mother. This is a long, beautiful story that I will keep for another day. Suffice it to say that thinking back about my mother, and what went on in our home forty years ago, made me think about the “grooves” she imprinted in us—my father, my brother and I. I can only speak for myself but the pain that I felt coming out of these grooves for a number of years is now gone, at least on a conscious level. The weeping pain and anger have dissolved, just as the excerpt above mentions, not so much in a single, direct experience, but through years of assiduous spiritual practice and developmental work. Similar to the waterfall metaphor, the pain has transformed into a clear pool of water where I can now see and welcome my mother’s pain when she was, among other instances, abused and beaten up by her own mother during WWII. Abused to the point that she still needs nowadays, thirty-one years after my grandmother’s passing, to distance herself from the woman that gave her birth by calling her “the grandmother.”

 

My deepest desire at this point is that we all become aware of the grooves (or wounds, if you wish) we carry within ourselves, wherever they originated from and that we make progress on the path to self-realization, on the path to finding our true nature. There is beauty, there is purity on the other side of our inner waterfall and, thinking back about Arjuna, it is our spiritual duty to go past the falling water and reach out for the pool.

 

So Mote It Be!

 

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