Posted by Dorothy M Neddermeyer on 18 January, 2013
Thoughts To Ponder #39
Everything is a consequence of Something. The element of coincidence doesn't exist.
We only think it exists because we cannot keep up with all processes that happened around us. -Rubin Papian
Dorothy M. Neddermeyer, PhD is an internationally recognized expert on bridging Science, Spirit and Human Potential with over 30+ years experience as a transformation facilitator, speaker, and educator in natural health and wellness; personal/ professional development. She holds a PhD in Metaphysics. She is Founder/CEO of Genesis Consultants, Inc. Past President, International Association for Regression Research and Therapies, she serves on the board for Arizona Holistic Chamber of Commerce; Faculty Member for the World Regression Congress - Netherlands, India, Brazil, Turkey and Portugal 2014. http://drdorothy.net http://teamasea.com/DrDorothy
Posted by Agnes Claire MacEachern on 18 January, 2013
It’s the Journey That’s Important by John McLeod
Life, sometimes so wearying Is worth its weight in gold The experience of traveling Lends a wisdom that is old Beyond our ‘living memory’ A softly spoken prayer: “It’s the journey that’s important, Not the getting there!”
Ins and outs and ups and downs Life’s road meanders aimlessly? Or so it seems, but somehow Leads us where we need to be, And being simply human We oft question and compare… “Is the journey so important Or the getting there?”
And thus it’s always been That question pondered down the ages By simple men with simple ways To wise and ancient sages… How sweet then, quietly knowing Reaching destination fair: “It’s the journey that’s important, Not the getting there!”
Emptiness cannot be realized because there is nothing to realize that is beyond your own diamond forged mind.
Emptiness cannot be seen because there is nothing that is intrinsically representative of formless formlessness.
Emptiness cannot be defined because the nature of defining something means that there is something that can be defined.
The middle way is not the middle way when there is a mind to divide and label something that appears to be extreme as being extreme.
The lotus is empty of a buddha when the buddha renounces his or her buddha nature.
By saying that a buddha is a buddha, buddhahood is lost.
Though losing something is empty of meaning, making senses of emptiness is a meaningless task.
Working for what does not exist, what does exist is beyond the mountain range of nirvana.
Sitting in a lotus position, what you are sitting on is sitting in you.
Every time an argument is made, a counter argument is nowhere to be heard.
Seeing a rainbow encircled around your mind, the rainbow of benedictions is always there because there is nothing there.
Reading many sutras, the only sutra that is never read is the sutra of spontaneous relinquishments of all destructive desires.
Never looking into future or past lives, the eternity of buddhahood rings as clear as a silver bell when placed in a high location or atmosphere.
Nirvana being a stream and samsara a bridge, not one step is needed to cross that bridge of illusory apparitions.
Already there without being there, the nature of emptiness is no better than samsara, for samsara points the way to what is in need of being seen as empty.
Neither found in the dharma or in the sangha, emptiness is the perception of non-perception.
That which is eternal is always changing and that which is stable is always fading.
Governed by the karma of no karma, set yourself free of needless worries.
Anxious over what does not exist, what does exist is the union of a particular nature with no particular nature.
A simple and complex puzzle, the mind is all there is to know.
Copyright - The Blue Cross And Shining Sunset Academy
I had often thought that our lives are mapped out before us, before we are born. To choose the lessons in life that we need to learn, to grow for the spiritual growth that we need.
I would imagine, that most spiritual people, like me, had difficult lives, for the greatest spiritual growth.
But what happened at death, I had little knowledge about. I had thought that perhaps this was not my life path.
My grandmother was 93 when she became sick in 2011. It was unfortunate, as my own daughter had died the previous year in 2010. Because of this, i had avoided my grandmother. I knew that she worried about me, if things were difficult for me. I loved her very much, and she meant a lot to me. I didn't want to be a burden to her.
So I called her less often, i saw her less often. This hurt her, but, I was trying to protect her. I didn't want her to worry about me.
My father had said that my grandmother was sick and in the hospital. But, I couldn't go. I had severe post traumatic stress disorder, and couldnt face hospitals. My grandmother was old skool, of a different generation. To her, babies died, and you got up and got on with it. it happened in her generation. She had told me that she had lost a baby too.
Shortly before she died, i became concerned, as I was calling her and nobody answered her phone. She had a few years earlier, had to leave her home and move into a care home. Something which had caused her great anxiety at the time, but a place where she felt at home, and had settled into.
This particular day, i was so concerned that she hadn't answered her phone, that i called the manager of the home to check that she was ok. She said that my grandmother had not been too well. But that they had now moved the phone right next to her bed.
Now, my grandmother was the most kindest, caring person that you could ever meet. Everybody loved her. She had a good heart and a good spirit, she was kind and always made people laugh. This was just her way. She brought light and sunshine into peoples lives. No matter how ill she felt, she always had a good word to say, and was a joy to be around.
this particular day, i called her number, and she answered. She wasn't too happy with me. And said 'where have you been, I have been waiting for you' I hadn't seen her for a few months. Not because I hadn't wanted to. But because I had been dealing with, and was upset, as i had recently had documentation about my daughter's death, and the solicitors were going to drop the case. On top of this, I had a sick daughter, and with post traumatic stress disorder, i now had a grandaughter who was now, 3 months old. My grandaughter triggered my PTSD because of my own daughter's death. It wasn't an easy situation. I hid all of this from my grandmother.
This particular day on the phone, aside from saying 'where have you been I have been waiting for you' .... she was short with me on the phone. Bad tempered for the first time ever in my life. At the end of the conversation, she paused and then barked at me.... and Nicola, 'yes' I said.... 'dont leave it so long next time'. It was an order. She was telling me to get there I couldn't mistake the urgency in her voice.
The day was Saturday. I was looking after my grandaughter, so I couldn't go in immediately. The very next morning I went in to see her. It was Sunday. I went with my grandaughter who was a 3 month old little girl.
As i sat there, my grandmother was not happy with me. Or at least she just wasn't herself. I wish that she could understand. She asked me who was sat next to me? Had she came with me? .... i said who? looking around, there was nobody there, she said a lady with blonde hair. All the time, she was looking around as if she could see people.
I told her that there was nobody there. She said that she must be seeing things.
She then said with a sense of urgency, 'get Elizabeth'.... who was her daughter, my aunt. My grandmother had two children, my father, and my aunt. She said it with such a sense of urgency, I guess that i panicked, i was scared that i would get things wrong.
I went out and called my aunt. Said that my grandmother needed her to come in. I came back, and things had been difficult with my father, as he hadn't understood why I couldn't go to the hospital. I think that he told my grandmother that I didn't care which wasn't true at all.
I came back to the room, and I said to my grandmother, 'do you want me to call dad' I feared that she was about to die, and that I would get the blame if she did, and I hadn't called him.
She looked at me, in a way i had never seen before, and barked at me 'what's it got to do with you, its nothing to do with you' ..... I didn't know what to say.
I left and went home. But was quite shook up by how she was with me. And i felt sad too. I was doing my very best. I wasn't well myself.
After that Sunday my grandmother went into fast decline. it was like she had been waiting for me. I went to the nursing home every day before work and after work to see her. On the Wednesday night I went and I sat with her holding her hand, until probably 2am, she whispered to me, to go home. I tried to plead with her to please understand. I loved her very much.
I was never an early riser, yet, despite that, I woke at 5.30am the next morning. I was at the nursing home for 6am. There, i sat with her. My father and my brother were there with her when I got there, and they left for work, when my aunt got there.
We sat at either side of her bed and held her hand. I knew that she was suffering and in pain. I didn't want her to suffer anymore. The manager of the nursing home said that she could be like this for days, she reassured my father before he went to work at 7.30am.
We sat with her, my aunt begged her not to go 'please mum, please don't go, don't leave us'. I looked at my aunt, and looked at my grandmother. I knew it was her time to go. I led the way, and said 'its time to go now nan, its time to put on your dancing shoes, to go up there to the greatest ballroom in the sky. Grandad is waiting for you, he is waiting for you to dance' Its time to go. My aunt followed my lead, and said 'its time to go mum, go home to les, he is waiting for you'....
And with that, my grandmother died. In a way, it was a beautiful thing. It was like birth but in reverse. Just beautiful. It was 7.50am on Thursday morning. Just days after I had been to see her.
You see, my grandmother had been waiting for me. I think that my grandmother already knew who would be with her when she died. She was old and tired and she was waiting to go home. But, she already knew before she died, just how it would be. I thought how she was cross with me, when I said I would call my father. How she barked that it was nothing to do with me. How she asked me to call my aunt, and how she went into decline as soon as I visited. She just knew.....
Her death, as sad as it was for me, was one of the most beautiful things I had seen in my life. We had always been close. I think, that my grandmother knew exactly how her death would be. I knew, that I wouldn't miss her dying.
I think, that as our lives are often mapped out. So are our deaths.
I still miss her today. She died October 27th 2011. I just wish I knew that she understood, why I hadn't visited the hospital, and why the year after I had held my own extremely macerated dead child in my arms, I found it so difficult to face her death.
Deva means god, nimitta means instrument – an instrument of god. The right way to live is to allow god to live through you. The wrong way to live is to live through will, aggression, violence. The right way is: to be passive, receptive, in a kind of total let-go.
Nimitta means to become a passage for god, to allow him expression through you, to let him live through you. And that is the greatest revolution that can happen in human consciousness. Because these are the only two ways to live: the worldly way is to live through force – it is a male way of living, the way of yang – and the other-worldly way is to live in a feminine way, the way of yin, just becoming a passage like a hollow bamboo that becomes a flute. It only becomes a flute because of its hollowness. The bamboo is not the flute, but the hollowness is the flute. The bamboo allows the singer to sing. The bamboo obstructs not, the bamboo creates no barriers.
This is the way of religion: to become a hollow bamboo. And then naturally tensions disappear anxieties wither away and life becomes moment to moment, with no past and no future.
If I am living I have to carry my past with me as a burden, as a constant reference. If I am living then I have to plan for the future, I have to project myself into the future. There is a struggle, there is a possibility of success and of failure, hence anxiety. If god is living through me, then I need not carry the burden of the past and need not project myself into the future. Then I am utterly in his hands. This is conversion, and this is sannyas.
The whole of sannyas can be condensed into a few words of Jesus: ’Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.’ And that is the meaning of nimitta – your name is my message for you. From this moment, allow yourself to disappear. Become more and more empty and let god take possession of you. He is always ready to take possession, but we don’t allow.
Jesus says ’Knock and the door shall be open to you. Ask and it shall be given, seek and ye shall find.’ The situation is just the reverse: he knocks and we don’t open the door. He asks and we don’t listen. He seeks us and we go on eluding, escaping...
HALF PAST FRIDAY It was half past Friday and the peep-show were marching again to their rice soup with compliments in the I of the I in the breeze. Sundown sunset became conscious in that moment’s haberdashery of compassionate concepts and fell over her knee with bruises but didn’t blame karma who was lurking right next to her with a folded umbrella. She slid her sled of concern down the slippery slope of no return and left it there. The breeze blew up a stranger from a romance novel with traces of musk and deer antelope, so she went for a mug of sweet coffee and listened to the birdie choir in full song as hit man Jim did a jig. Shadows raced all over the place at twenty four thousand miles an hour or two as you do while waiting for a bus neck and neck racing a tractor with a butterfly; five bone stew with a banana sandwich. Now, let’s digress a moment here before we get carried away by the mosquitoes from hell god bless them all away riding the valkyrie winds singing my ole man’s a dustman and we know where you live he he. The systems analysts turned on their computers with glee and the air conditioning grumbled months of Sundays in the wireless waves of stew. Preacher Charlie and Mandy Marbles were off to a good start selling their charts of mindless drivel to the masses of panic stricken buy now before it’s too late never turn off the TV or you’ll miss the next instalment of government media control mind wash. Sundown sunset just could not understand a word of any of the noise pollution that assaulted her being so she took her sandwich and coffee to her quiet place where music played only she could hear to keep her company. Egg chips ‘n’ beans; marzipan salad; luscious Lisa; womb bat Monday; Stir fried Fred; God bless the king and Amen all played a part in this movie thank you very much. End. Fade to Japanese Joe jigging the pirate dance still aboard his sinking ship in the waves of the most illustrious wishes. Hup hup the time is now; and do not eat anymore turtle doves.
Posted by Dorothy M Neddermeyer on 18 January, 2013
Go With The Flow
Have you ever pondered the metaphysical metaphor, ‘Go With The Flow?’ What is the flow?
There are many things flowing simultaneously. How does one know if it is appropriate to go with one flow or another? There are poignant reminders that going with a flow is easy to determine and has benefits.
Last week I was awakened by the phone ringing. As I reached to see the caller ID, I saw the time—Yikes!! 6:30 a.m. Guides, you forgot to wake me at 6 o’clock. You blew it; I mumbled.
The call (forwarded to my home for after hours emergency) was from my 7 a.m. client. He had over slept and he would be 15 minutes late. I breathed a sigh of relief—-I had 45 minutes to pull myself together—then the light bulb went on.
I chuckled. OK Guides, I am chagrined that I grumbled at you for not waking me at the regular time. You obviously could not wake him to be on time for his appointment and so you did not wake me, because the additional minutes would be beneficial for me. Thank you Guides for taking good care of me, even though, I misunderstand and grumble sometimes.
And so it is—-your life is truly only lived moment to moment—going with the flow. I invite you to consider that this moment is the only moment to live—-Go with the flow. ###
Dorothy M. Neddermeyer, PhD is an internationally recognized expert on bridging Science, Spirit and Human Potential with over 30+ years experience as a transformation facilitator, speaker, and educator in natural health and wellness; personal/ professional development. She holds a PhD in Metaphysics. She is Founder/CEO of Genesis Consultants, Inc. Past President, International Association for Regression Research and Therapies, she serves on the board for Arizona Holistic Chamber of Commerce; Faculty Member for the World Regression Congress - Netherlands, India, Brazil, Turkey and Portugal 2014. http://drdorothy.net http://teamasea.com/DrDorothy
If you have ever had to put a pet "to sleep" because of an illness you will understand the pain involved in this decision. I was so excited the day I picked up my new baby boxer T Rex. He was a seal brindle boxer from Texas (the name). He was so ugly, I couldn't not take him. He was obviously the runt, rolled skin, dark black face with pink nose and running droopy eyes. He grunted and made funny noises when I picked him up and the girl just watched me in surprise as there was an immediate bond and she knew although he was not the pick of the liter,he was going home. I showed him off every where to everyone and most of the time the reactions were the same- A face only a mother could love... And LOVE LOVE LOVE I did. I poured so much love on my new son and he just ate it up. However, he was an incredible hand full and REALLY, only a mother could love (lol). When i had his ears cropped (would not go through that again!!!) it was a nightmare and I discovered quickly, he was definately my son. He was way too smart for his (and my) good, way too stubborn, defiant when felt slighted, and the most emotionally expressive facial expressions ;times it was hard to remember that he was a dog! He didn't think HE was and I didn't treat him that way either. Needless to say I could go on and on with stories but back to original point of this "story".... It was obvious that my son had a full life and was struggling with pain and illness to hang on but I didn't have the heart to watch it. I was ready to deliver my third human son within weeks and lugging my Rex (90lbs) in my arms and carrying him outside to do his duty was taking its toll on me. When he didn't move at all for several days and looked at me so mercily I wept while laying on the floor next to him for a day as we decided together, what we needed to do. Sorry, needed a moment to choke back the tears as i am plummeted back to that time.... Standing in the vet office saying our good-byes I thought certainlly I would go into labor, it was herendous! As the vet did his job and i held my boy sobbing he placed his head so gently on my Baby bump and let out a final sigh. I stood frozen for awhile before the vet said, "I think, maybe it would be good for you to leave now"....... Skip the coping,or not, story and slide on a few weeks past to, bam! Re-Enter my Rex. Awoke in the middle of the night, I sat up and looked at the chair across from the bed and there sat My Rex! Looking at me and snorting his famous greeting. I sat staring for a few minutes trying to figure out if I was dreaming or actually awake when a gush of blood enveloped me. I was awake for sure and hemoraging everywhere. I ran for the bathroom for a towel and I will fast forward a bit here but on to ER! It was an emergency delivery and I was facing death, not sure if my son would be ok or what. My mom raced to the house to care for the other two human sons as I was in for a fight for my and my new son's life. When my mom came to welcome our new son she had a talk with me in the hospital. She explained her version of the terror she faced when she came to the house. She said, I thought I was just out of my mind with fear. Now, however, I realize what an undeniable miracle that occurred! You see, she explained that as she walked up the walk to the door there was Rex, standing guard at the door. He greeted her with his usual snorting and dancing and showing her how happy he was she was there. He stayed with her a little while as she addressed the horrific scene and went to bed for a little rest before the other two human boys awoke to the surprise. I love my son Rex and he frequently lets me know he is on guard for me even today!
Some bonds are fated, some bonds are indestructable, Some loves will transcend ALL ELSE!!! ! I LOVE You my son T REXAS from TEXAS!!!
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“Not too long ago thousands spent their lives as recluses to find spiritual vision in the solitude of nature. Modern man need not become a hermit to achieve this goal, for it is neither ecstasy nor world-estranged mysticism his era demands, but a balance between quantitative and qualitative reality. Modern man, with his reduced capacity for intuitive perception, is unlikely to benefit from the contemplative life of a hermit in the wilderness. But what he can do is to give undivided attention, at times, to a natural phenomenon, observing it in detail, and recalling all the scientific facts about it he may remember. Gradually, however, he must silence his thoughts and, for moments at least, forget all his personal cares and desires, until nothing remains in his soul but awe for the miracle before him. Such efforts are like journeys beyond the boundaries of narrow self-love and, although the process of intuitive awakening is laborious and slow, its rewards are noticeable from the very first. If pursued through the course of years, something will begin to stir in the human soul, a sense of kinship with the forces of life consciousness which rule the world of plants and animals, and with the powers which determine the laws of matter. While analytical intellect may well be called the most precious fruit of the Modern Age, it must not be allowed to rule supreme in matters of cognition. If science is to bring happiness and real progress to the world, it needs the warmth of man's heart just as much as the cold inquisitiveness of his brain.” ― Franz Winkler
Dear heart. Life can be taken as a blessing, it sails forth upon these desires that come to you from the heart of your life; get to the gut of it and you’ll know them; take no shit from anyone or anything, it won’t serve you; give no fear, that is not for a warrior’s heart to give; be the blessing in disguise, what have you got to lose? You own nothing, so give all you have, you may find somehow, someway, that your giving will grow wings and fly ever closer to you, that you that you have always searched for; drink the elixir of life, whatever way it comes, be it a mortal white out of despair with no redemption, or the abundant life of all you desire, or anything in between; whatever comes that is given to you, that’s your ticket home, remember this. Be strong, in all the bullshit; be magnificent in your fury; be kind in your love; sing your heart out when you find that place to do so, for in that is your forgiveness. Many have come before you, and shown you their heart, those that thrill you and honour you are the ones to be around, for the others, leave, go away, find another place to be; do you really need a map? You know what you have to do; and anyway it is all in your jeans; wear them good, feel them, look good in them, it’s just for you as you want to be; it’s a big world, and it’s full of jeans, just like yours, and if you want to pair up, then go search for matching jeans to look good with, you will find them because that is what you want; don’t be a jobster, that’s their idea of what you should be; you know better than that; don’t hate them, just move on. You want ideas? Well, look around, the universe is full, but first, look at the stars, they’ve been here a long time and there’s much wisdom there that is yours for the taking, put there a long time ago by that which supports you even now in your unbelieving; open your heart to the story beyond mysteries; Yes, it is true, you know it in your heart of hearts, in your deepest deep inside you where the longing wants to be free, where the freedom is an ache you can’t fill with all the dope there is; don’t be a dope; go find it, you can do it; just remember it is in you, and all you need is a way to get there; that is what you have to find, the way home; listen to the mysteries if you must, but sooner or later you will come out the other side, still searching, one step deeper inside, one step closer to home.
THE FAR DISTANCE OF THE OCEAN Harry fell off a bridge by divine timing into the river and was swept away in the roaring flow. Months later the sea was reached. It was Monday, and there was a dustbin on the sand, full of money. Harry approached the dustbin with much trepidation, what trick is this came the thoughts in his mind. A note that was attached sang out: finders keepers. “Yippee” Harry cried and tried to pick up the heavy dustbin, but could not no matter how much heaving was done. So sitting on the sand to figure it out, head on hands, deep in thought he began to feel drowsy as the waves gently lapped the shore and a birdie glided over the wave tops looking for a fish. The beach was deserted for miles in either direction except, from the top of a coconut tree a large monkey was eyeing the dustbin and Harry who had decided to take a nap after his long ordeal down river. After a short while, so it seemed, a clap of thunder woke him a reformed man so he looked out to sea and saw a little boat racing ahead of the storm straight towards him. It got bigger and bigger until he saw the boat was called: message sender good. The sails were in full flap as the storm beat the little boat along over the wave tops, but just as the prow hit the sand, the storm sent down a huge deluge and sank the boat and drowned the woman at the tiller; but that didn’t stop her from shaking her fist at the thunder and lightning of it all. She screamed at the storm: “Enough!” So the storm went and sat on a rock further along the beach and waited for a better time to do its thing. Harry looked on and wondered what had come his way. He went over to offer assistance and asked:”Where you from?” “Australia,” she growled, and shrugged off his offered hand. She climbed out of the boat and jumped down to the sand, her wellies full of water, her hair draggled, and she looking like a storm herself. The ten dozen sharks that had followed her from Australia turned around and went home, their fins disappearing into the far distance of the ocean. The woman wouldn’t say one more word but just marched off up the beach somewhere. Harry decided to call her MSG, short for the name of the boat. Years later he was still standing in the same spot and looking around him, he saw he had nothing and felt very alone as the sun sank into the sea.
Posted by Dorothy M Neddermeyer on 17 January, 2013
Thoughts To Ponder - #38
“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs are people who have come alive.” —Howard Thurman.
"I've been imitated so well; I've heard people copy my mistakes." -Jimi Hendrix
"I have decided to stick with love. Hate is too great a burden to bear." -Martin Luther King Jr.
"What men usually ask for when they pray to God is, that two and two may not make four." -Russian Proverb
"With patience, mulberry leaves become satin." -Turkish Proverb
"The only way of finding the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible." -Arthur C. Clarke
“The past doesn't equal the future." -Anthony Robbins
“You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have really lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.” -Henry Drummond
“Maybe the tragedy of the human race was that we had forgotten we were each Divine.” -Shirley MacLaine
“Half of the confusion in the world comes from not knowing how little we need.” -Admiral Richard E. Byrd
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, not touched--but are felt in the heart.” -Helen Keller
“Teach only love for that is what you are!” -A Course in Miracles
“Joy is not in things; it is in us.” -Richard Wagner
“Trust yourself. You know more than you think you do.” -Dr. Spock
“We always have choices and sometimes it’s only a choice of attitude. Be Happy. It’s one way of being wise.” -Author Unknown ###
Dorothy M. Neddermeyer, PhD is an internationally recognized expert on bridging Science, Spirit and Human Potential with over 30+ years experience as a transformation facilitator, speaker, and educator in natural health and wellness; personal/ professional development. She holds a PhD in Metaphysics. She is Founder/CEO of Genesis Consultants, Inc. Past President, International Association for Regression Research and Therapies, she serves on the board for Arizona Holistic Chamber of Commerce; Faculty Member for the World Regression Congress - Netherlands, India, Brazil, Turkey and Portugal 2014. http://drdorothy.net http://teamasea.com/DrDorothy
THE FREEDOM ROAD: In "Road to Freedom" David Icke gives a keynote lecture reveals many secrets where hidden by those who govern us and manipulate. Among other things, talks about the Freemasons and the Illuminati and its relationship with many of the U.S. Presidents.
En "Camino a la Libertad" David Icke nos ofrece una magistral conferencia donde desvela numerosos secretos ocultos por aquellos que nos gobiernan y manipulan. Entre otras cosas, nos habla sobre la masonería y los iluminatis y su relación con muchos de los presidentes de EE.UU.
Special music for relaxation, meditation and healing.
Special music for relaxation, meditation and healing. Are frequencies that affect the balance and harmony of the body, restoring energy patterns. Among other tunes are Ahu Saglam, Arnica Montana and music with dolphins and whales.
Música especial para relajarse, meditar y sanar. Son frecuencias que inciden en el equilibrio y la armonía del cuerpo, restableciendo los patrones energéticos. Entre otras, se encuentran melodías de Ahu Saglam, Arnica Montana y música con delfines y ballenas.
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which wasn't true at all. 
