Many people in the past few days have been sharing their own weird EVP or ghost experiences with me via email or comments. Thanks go out to everyone, they were very interesting and fun to read. Many will keep you up at night!
I thought it might be fun to have all these facinating stories in one place and to give you readers an opportunity to share your story with the rest of us.
So, put your own strange experiences in the comments here and let's share!
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The blog is great and I have appreciated reading it. Thanks.
With all the recent attention to EVP, have been thinking about the supernatural/home electronics connection and a particular incident that happened to me about ten years ago when I was a senior in college.
I was living in a creepy two-hundred year old apartment building with a roomate. One evening, we were cooking in the kitchen and decided to put some music on. I walked over to the small stereo located around the wall from the kitchen. There was a pile of CD's on the table next to the stereo and I was looking for a particular salsa CD (Albita)--suddenly had the urge to hear it but couldn't seem to find it.
All of a sudden, the very CD I was searching for came blasting out of the BEDROOM stereo at top volume. Because my roomate in the kitchen couldn't see that I hadn't been the one to put the music on, she was yelling, "turn it down, turn it down we're going to get written up" (it happened to be finals week in the college-owned building).
When I let her know that I HAD NOT PUT THE MUSIC ON, she instinctively grabbed the knife she had been chopping with and we went to check out my bedroom, where the music was coming from--there was nobody in there.
Still don't know what to make of this incident...was followed by several more *weird* happenings, not only in this apartment, but in the next two apartments that I lived in.
The question I still ask myself is, can "entities" or beings on the other side read minds???
This story is not strange considering the range of possibility, but it is one that has been my own private account for a while. My Father passed away on August 30th, 2002 after a bout with alcohol that consumed his life. He wasn’t an “alcoholic” in the traditional sense of the word as he was very upbeat and had no outward exemplification of the disease, but the inner pain that it provided was evident in his aura and his inability to connect with us on so many levels. He and my Mother were well educated people and had earned the right to travel around the world together. In doing so, they experienced many things that I myself may never see, feel or do. They visited the Great Wall in China, they visited Portugal, where they were both drawn and felt compelled to visit at least twice and finally, the went to Thailand where my Father passed in his sleep. I “felt” his passing much earlier in the day and got the phone call from my Mother as a certification of sorts after the fact, but I already knew it.
About a month after he passed, I felt sad, alone and very confused about why he would seemingly choose to go halfway around the world to die. Upon my acknowledgement of this feeling, I began to realize that I was following in his footsteps, not so much with alcohol, but with the same type of general self-inflicted abuse. Sleeping pills was my “drug” of choice, but not because I wanted to harm myself, but because I found sleep near impossible and the counseling that I provided to my family members wasn’t equally returned. I was falling further and further into a state of panic and found that the pills made me sleep, even when it was the farthest thing from my mind.
Six months went by and I still depended upon the pills to do their job, and being that I was sleeping until noon in some cases, I felt justified in their continuance. Still today, I require a bit of “help” to sleep through the night and feel awkwardly awake without the added strength of the pills.
Almost two months ago, I was walking to my room in a haze of fog provided by an obvious overdose of pills when I heard a sound. I reminded me of a lull of whispers that one might encounter in a library, or other place of general silence. The whispers sounded huddled as one and were mixed together in a crescendo of annoyance until the moment my head hit the pillow. Upon that moment, I could hear only two whispers, one sounded pleasant and one more precarious. The “pleasant” voice would soothe me, helping to calm my inability to sleep and tried to drive my fears away. The other felt menacing and driven to pry me from my sleep. After about a week or two, I felt compelled to figure out what these sounds were and found a doctor who might offer some explanation. He gave me proscription sleeping pills that were less taxing on my body and provided a near comatose rest, the kind that you hear that many people don’t wake up from, or so I felt. Once I woke, I was completely refreshed and renewed and was almost normal for the most part of the next two weeks.
One night, without any thought as to why, I began to get groggy and nodded off in my chair. As I slept, I heard static, like that of an off-air television. I awoke very quickly to see that the cable had gone out. I sat and was awed that I had slept without the aide of my pills and was simply amazed that I woke up without a lot of coaxing as had become typical of my slumbers. When I sat upright and looked around, I began to hear a sound coming from the TV. A “whisper” if you will. Nothing discernable as a voice or a recognized pattern of speech, but still familiar just the same. I sat, a bit uneasy thinking that my pills had finally done their worst and caused me to go nuts. And then it happened! I heard my Dad’s voice. He said, “Don’t do it”. I was amazed, scared shitless but amazed too. I asked, “Don't do what, and why not?”. He replied, “Don’t die today. It's a bad idea”. I asked how he was aware that I was going to die, but got no response. I was so scared that I didn’t realize that I had nearly pissed myself. I rushed to the bathroom and relieved myself after which I went back and sat in front of the TV. By then, my cable, which had mysteriously stopped working, was back on and I resumed watching a show. Ever since that night I’ve considered that event to be an EVP, but have felt like it was a one-time event. I could be wrong, but my fear prevents me from doing any further research.
Thanks for the great stories so far. To anonymous, it sounds like you truly had a paranormal experience and I'm glad you are still with us. I know much about the effects of depression and the use of drugs to self medicate. I agree with your father, don't do it. Today is not a good day to die. Please find help so that you can learn to sleep once again on your own. Your father would have wanted it that way, no?
And to wanderlust, I have not seen that game, but you have piqued my interest! I will be looking for that one. As for recording a voice in stone, who knows? A few years ago everyone would have agreed recording a voice at all was impossible. Crystals are a special breed of mineral and may hold some recording abilities. I think the wiccans might be the best source of what crystals are reported to be capable of. I just don't know.
Thanks again for all the stories and I'm looking forward to more great ones to come!
After my father passed on in 74 I read Raudive's book Breakthrough and started searching for EVP with a rell to reel recorder. I picked up a Russian church choir and something I could not make out. My wife had sharper ears and said it was a spooky voice asking" Who Are You? It scared her and since the kids were small and the Exorsist craze was going on she asked me not to do it again. Now she has crossed over five years ago and I'm starting to do it using a IC recorder and a computer with sound editing software to clean up the sound.
I really don't know where to start strange things have been happening to me over the telephone of all things.The first was my niece passed away she was 13, and my son and her were so close he would sit and look at pictures of her and cry all the time.. so one night I was talking to her mom on the phone all the sudden we heard static and her daughters voice as clear as day talking as if she was talking to someone else her mom started crying I was yelling at my son to turn the answering machine off because I was scared he was listening to her old messages then my son said "we haven't unpacked it yet" we had just moved I threw the phone down and looked and sure enough no answering machine was hooked up.
The second time it happened to me my grandmother had passed I was really close to her (she raised me growing up) when we would talk about what happened with my niece she would say "oh you all are crazy" she wasn't a believer so I told her I was going to do that to her if I died first, she would laugh and say "I'm going first and I will let you know if its possibe,but don't wait by the phone." she passed on my birthday last year and a week after the funeral I remember waking up one morning and telling my husband I had the strangest dream,his reponse was you did'nt sleep, I said yes I did and I dreamed my grandmother called on the phone and she kept telling me she needed to tell me something very important I told him I couldnt believe it was her and I kept telling her to hold on while I called my mom on three way..she kept telling me no just listen to me this is so important there is something you need to know...about that time the phone rang and it was my mom asking me if I was ok and I asked why and she said after that phone call I got from you at 400 this morning were you able to go back to sleep..I was shocked. My husband told me it wasnt a dream the phone did ring and I was carrying on the conversation I was explaning to him as a dream I looked at the caller Id and at 350am we git a call and the number read 000-000-0000.
This really kept me wondering what her message was for,and than this March I found my husband being unfaithful(his girlfriend was so kind to call me and let me know it had been going on for a year)sometimes I wonder if thats what my message was from my grandmother,then as I laid on the couch in my mew place crying my eyes out over my marraige the phone rang I didnt want to answer so I let the machine get it I heard my name being called over and over when I walked to the machine I heard the strangest thing like it was a room full of people talking you couldnt make anything out so I picked the phone up and nothing I looked at the caller ID and there were those numbers again 000-000-0000...a week after that I got a call my dad had cancer and it was in the end stages...everytime I get a call like that something bad is right around the corner..Has anyone ever heard of anything like that happening with a telephone.
What an amazing story. You are indeed lucky? to have such a close relationship with those who have passed.
I've also heard many stories where the caller id read 000 after such calls.
Does anyone with any knowledge of the phone system know why this might be? What, under normal circumstances, might make a caller ID read 000-000-0000?
When i lived in Iowa Cedar Rapids i was getting ready for school and i looked at my bed and a girl in like her late Twentys was laying right there on my bed i would normaly i would be scared to death but i was'nt....Thanks for listening.
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Thanks for the story Raven, I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. Strange how sometimes you know when things are going to happen, isn't it?
The trick for all of us is to learn to listen to that instinct, I've always found mine to be right on, although I don't always listen!
I have been recording EVP (ghost voices) since 2000. I use a veriety of methods, including white noise. The white noise voices are the most difficult to hear. I have my own method I use most of the time, a method of supplying a randomly developed audio which the spirits use to form their voices. There are a number of better than white noise methods, another is called EVPmaker, it's on the web for free, and also generates a random "raw" audio, but all you need is a computer. Another method is to tune in foreign language station and record form across the room, announcing you're doing an EVP recording. On playback there should be numerous phrases, mostly personal, in your language. The announcement "This is an EVP recording" seems to attract the attention from the otherside.
We have a yahoo group called Grass Harp with over 300 members.
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Well this isnt really evp put i dream of the dead all of the time. I don't know if I am just dreaming or if it is something else. I usually have these dreams about 2 or 3 days after the person dies and the are always either getting on a bus or into a car and waving to me.
Normally it is someone that I know in someway. But there was one time that I had a dream of a woman and she was touching my face saying "lyndsay im proud of you". It turns out that I worked with a girl named lindsay, and when i finally got the guts to tell her about it, she said it had to be he grandmother. She brought me a picture the next day and it was definatly the same woman.
I also have dreams of my grandmother all the time. She was always a very heavy woman but in the dreams she is thin and smiling. But everytime i dream of her she tries to say something to me and i wake up. Of the many dreams i have had of her i have never gotten the chance to hear what she has to say. Do you all think Im crazy?
Hi,
I am not sure if this is the right place to start, but I'll give it a try. When the movie "White Noise" came out I was surprised that this thing was something that people knew about. Ever since I was a teen, I always heard voices and music coming from any white noise around me. I just figured it was a radio wave or something like that. For the past 15 years I have not heard the voices/music until last year when I turned a fan on to drown out the noisy neighbors. Well, I got so used to hearing the fan, that I have it on every night. I no longer have noisy neighbors but I am hearing the voices and music again. Sometimes it's so loud that I think they are in my house and I wake my husband to check it out. When I turn the fan off, the voices go away. I have heard a baby cry, man and woman arguing, men talking, ballroom music and classical music. I can never make out the words that are being said though. I have learned to live with it and am not frightened by it. I am 75% convinced that it is a radio somewhere, but my daughter thinks it is something very different. Can you tell me any more info on this White Noise and what is it exactly?
of course, that's what this site is all about! You can also visit other sites like www.hauntedvoices.com, www.worlditc.com or the aaevp.com for more info as well.
Hi,
this is not realy evp as it was not recorded, but when i was about 12 i was in a room on my own when heard a voice i think it was male, call my name two times but there was no one there. then about 3 years later i was in a old scottish house and i did'nt like to go in this old dark room and the i heard a female voice say it's alright i'll go with you. now thats spooky. I have not so far been able to record any voice on type.
? Why are people looking they come to us i had a phone call from my mother who had passed away 20 years ago at the time 1989 was the year i just had moved and had 2 telephone numbers 1 for business and i had just got a private number for family only and igot the staticy call at 2 a.m i had not given the number to anyone yet i asked who it was moma was given a minute passed we communicated un-understandably then a few weeks later a tragedy happened to me my things are too many to tell i have seen what we are on the other side but i do not speak of it the most recent happening was on a security monitor i bought for outside protection i live in the country 4 weeks ago i have it on at night and the brightest whitest floating energy stayed on the screen for hours a spirit i think is a better term than ghost and there are good spirits and there are not good spirits i walked straight through the spirit of who i am not certain but it was like walking through a slow motion soul passing through each other these 2 that i have just spoken of deaths were within 48 hours of those 2 if i write back i will try to decide about a bad spirit that told me (without voice words) the ones who really know of these things will know what i mean. spirits not ghosts they need respect the bad spirit tried to get through my mind and body it was a dark spirit i believe it to be a friend of mine she was 20 committed suicide i saw death in her eyes the last time i saw her these things rock your very soul these happenings go back to my grandfather he was a Baptist preacher some things are not understandable but yet they are???
i just wrote in i would like to add that i did not know of these other things but me and my sister just know things we didnt ask for these happenings but i saw this site and would like to maybe try to understand more and i was in a coma 13 years ago and TIME DOES NOT EXIST ON THE OTHER SIDE i am not a freak i am a state liscensed contractor and if i wrote down all of my dreams i could map out the rest of my life and there is no peace on this side like what exists on the other side our soul leaves our body through our breath i habe been well over to the other side and the forms that we are are energy the best way i can explain it the 2nd time i crossed over i saw everything they were doing to resiprate me and when they put the ventilator down my throat it was as if i was just vacummed back into my body with the breath deast is not the end this is not evp but it is something i have been needing to tell to someone someone (my FATHER) met me on the other side and i saw his form and we communicated but he was sent to send me back does anyone out there know about this happening i will keep a watch and hope someone can relate to what i have just tried to explain. sandy
Well this not an Evp story but it does involve communication of some sort. My Fiance and I had been together for almost five years. We have had problems but no matter what I felt he was my soulmate. Well one day I was out to lunch and I was crossing the toll bridge coming back to work. The wind was blowing really hard and something about the entire day was really strange to me. I came back to work and emailed my friends and told them I felt really wierd like I was going to die. I told them I felt like my soul was leaving my body. My friends were really concerned because they knew my mother had just died and I was depressed alot. I brushed it off and the next day I felt better. The next day I was out riding my motorcycle with my fiance and he was hit by a drunk driver. He never made it out of surgery. When I thought back to what I was feeling two days before I realized that he really is my soulmate.
My parents had just gotten finished watching the movie White Noise, and wanted to do and EVP of their own. They got a response from who we believed was the man that died in our house. My parents tell me that he was very nice excedra. But my friend and I didn't belive them. So we bought non sented candles, and mad a circle of them lit inside my bedroom...Then we took the tape recorder and opened the circle. We said that all good spirits were welcome, and the bad must leave. Then we started to ask questions. The time was 12 midnight...Creepy right...We played back the tape and I had it in slow motion, so when we played it, BAM it was us talking slow and we thought it was an evil spirt...My mom showed us what we did, and agreed to go through the tape with us...Halfway through the tape, I asked a question "Joe Issac do you like the changes we have made to the house" because we had redone the whole backyard, the living room, and I was just curious...Then we heard very distintivly "Yhes.." We screamed at the top of our lungs, and I started to cry......You would two if you were two 13 year old girls doing an EVP in your own bedroom...I have done more EVP's since then, but have yet to get nothing. When I listen to the tape, my skin crawls, and being alone in my room is freaky because the night that I did the EVP inside my bedroom, and got a response, comes back into my mind, and makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up =]
This isn't an evp story. I delievered news paper's,at madison barracks in sacket's harbor new york. It's an old miliatary base,now apartments. Well I had to go into this one old building and as I was going up the last set of stair's,I thought I felt someone or something behind me. When I turned to look I thought I saw a soldier behind me. The next morning the same happened only I thought I heard a male voice say,becareful,when I looked up the stair's I going up,I saw where a step had come lose. Had I not looked I would fell down two flight's of stair's and would have most likely been seriouly injured. I believe I had the spirt of a former soldier protecting me anytime I was in Madison Barrack's.
I`ve had more than my share of encounters but the most traumatic one was my close to death and what I saw that day. I had a heavy feeling almost as I didn`t want to leave the house like a dog leaving to the vet and I was stalling as I was getting ready that sat. with my husband and two girls it was something we did often taking the girls to the park on the way back from the park I saw a car from the opposite way driving extremly fast at that point I knew it was going to hit us and I said oh my god even before I saw it coming towards us we were going 35 their were doing over90 in a 35 .when I came to I saw nothing but my two daughters and the rest was white all around.I kept saying are my girls okay and just kept my focus on them as more things came in to focus I saw witness coming to help and then I see two men that didn`t seem to know what was going on they looked out of place everyone was frantic helping us and there just standing there in shock. one was african american & the other hispanic both appeared to be about the same age as myself ,dress like waiters and carring some kind of liquor bottles I knew what I was seeing but I didn`t want to say anything to my husband or family because I thought I was dying at the time and had made peace with that I didn`t want to scare anyone else around me mainly them. my family and I were rushed to the hospital and it wasn`t until latter that day when I found out we were all going to be some what okay by that I mean we had many injuries but we were no longer in any critical state .I started talking about my experience I think they thought I was delirious until the things I said were coming out first on the news they showed both men that were killed in car accident the same men I had seen one african & the other hispanic then the age latter when I told the lawyer to check for them drinking he told me that it was a long shot because it was around 1:00 in the afternoon but we waited for the examiners report that showed they were as well as drugs .these two men had passed way on impact but yet I saw them as they were still alive.I felt I had to share this cause its hard to belive even for me while I`m glad that my family and are okay and even though the driver of that car put us through things that changed us physicaly I still feel sad for them because my opinion when saw them they looked like lost souls.
I ve had dreams that within a week come true started when I was 9 I woke up to glass breaking when I aksed my mom what she broke she said nothing then I went to take my morning shower and when I came out she was cleaning glass off the kitchen floor she said a teapot fell off the counter.2 I had a dream my aunt was going to adopt or foster a child less than a week she called my mom to use as a contact she wanted to foster children but than she adopted one of them .3 I dreamed of my grandad passing alittle over a week he died.I dreamed of my cousin being pregnant and three days latter she told us she was could I be phsycic because it`s getting worst I wake up to voice in my ear one morning I woke up to a mans voice that said my name and said get up we had company so I got up five min latter my mother in law is at the door.I`ve heard more, at times you feel crazy but when things start making sense you know your not.
Well actually this happened very recently, yesterday to be exact. We have been having very weird experiences in this house and actually our whole lifes have been filled with ghost for as long as I can remember. We decided yesterday to go and get a tape recorder and try to get a EVP, I was very very skepticle about this meathod and "Self aware" so to speak, so I never actually asked the ghost anything but I will today. Me and my mom were doing "test" phases such as "1,2,3,4." Well it was going great till the recorder stopped recording what we were saying, so we continually talk into the mic waiting for it to start working. There was a static noise on the tape and then we could record our voices again. My mom talked into the mic, we rewound to go back to hear if what she said come out loud enough. But when we went back it was very slow and deep and slurry. So we try again and again and it keeps being the same way but more choppy such as some words of the phrase being completely cut our or words moving out of order. After awhile we finally say we are done but I still wanted to hear it over again. There was sounds in between the recordings that were staticy and sounded like something falling or pills dropping ect. Then I try recording my voice and everything that I said was cut out but the number 12 (I have been sending people messages that just say the number 12 and I've been drawing # sign once in awhile so I think it means something since I know I'm not crazy ha.) Anyways I continue and say something else. This time it is completely fine except for a males voice behind mine saying something like "This is.." And I can't make out what the rest is because I cut him off. But it's amazing how clear his voice is before his voice trails off.
Well actually this happened very recently, yesterday to be exact. We have been having very weird experiences in this house and actually our whole lifes have been filled with ghost for as long as I can remember. We decided yesterday to go and get a tape recorder and try to get a EVP, I was very very skepticle about this meathod and "Self aware" so to speak, so I never actually asked the ghost anything but I will today. Me and my mom were doing "test" phases such as "1,2,3,4." Well it was going great till the recorder stopped recording what we were saying, so we continually talk into the mic waiting for it to start working. There was a static noise on the tape and then we could record our voices again. My mom talked into the mic, we rewound to go back to hear if what she said come out loud enough. But when we went back it was very slow and deep and slurry. So we try again and again and it keeps being the same way but more choppy such as some words of the phrase being completely cut our or words moving out of order. After awhile we finally say we are done but I still wanted to hear it over again. There was sounds in between the recordings that were staticy and sounded like something falling or pills dropping ect. Then I try recording my voice and everything that I said was cut out but the number 12 (I have been sending people messages that just say the number 12 and I've been drawing # sign once in awhile so I think it means something since I know I'm not crazy ha.) Anyways I continue and say something else. This time it is completely fine except for a males voice behind mine saying something like "This is.." And I can't make out what the rest is because I cut him off. But it's amazing how clear his voice is before his voice trails off.
Sorry about the double post.
Hi all.
I will keep this brief, but I want you ALL to know that the SPIRICOM device devised by George W Meek was NO fake.
It works intermittently - and thats the problem with it. We cannot understand why for weeks on end it receives nothing, and is indeed lifeless, but on other occasions the communication with the other side is resumed, although the clarity of the voices that come through are distorted as if starved of energy.
The Pre-amps that George used back then have been improved, but have not resolved the problem.
Even modern day components haven't yet overcome this problem.
Nevertheless, these voices that eminate from the device - when they do come through - are NOT rogue radio waves, amateur HAM enthusiasts or indeed of any terrestrial origin.
We think these voices of intelligence operate on wavelengths that we can barely detect at the moment, nevertheless progress is being made and will continue to be made because this phenomena is REAL.
Study it, Build it, Improve it, you have nothing to lose and everything to gain.
ANON
I have two stories, but one isn't really an EVP.
I was playing on my PS2 at home one day, and I was home alone. I was about 8. (I'm 13 now.) I was glitching on "Simpsons: Hit and Run" and I had just came out of a glitch, and was driving Homer's car. I went around a corner near their house, then saw the purple mansion. This was nothing special, just a piece of scenery. However, when I started to turn, I heard a faint voice, that came from the PlayStation INSTEAD of my TV speakers. It said "I'm so alone...". I wa a bit freaked, but really I wasn't that bothered. I thought it was just a result of overactive glitching, but you never know...
The second experience was just when I was on my computer at home, I heard my Nan's voice grom downstairs. I wasn't creeped at all; My nan was, and is, alive. So, I rushed dfownstairs to greet my Nan, but I soon found she wasn't there. It was freaky, because her voie was so clear. I remember going downtairs and asking my dad where my nan was, and he replied "What? Nan's not here." I told him what I heard, but he just thought I was acting stupid. Other things like this happen, but suprisingly, I hear living people's voices, however, people close to the people I hear seem to die. My grandad (married to the nan I heard) died next month. Once I heard My dad's friend laughing once, but he wasn't anywhere near, and a week later his dog died. Another time I heard my aunt, and her dog died. I heard a girl I used to fancy, and when I went into school the next day, I found out her great-nan died. The most creepiest was hearing my own voice, even though I DEFINATELY didn't move my lips, and the next day my goldfish died. I wasn't spooked by the goldfish, but more by hearing MY voice... Creepy.
I just remembered something else. Once I was at my old house, laying in bed, when all of a sudden, I heard running water. My bedroom was next to the bathroom, so I got out of bed, and went into the bathroom. Evrything was normal. However, I was about to turn to leave, when water started gushing out the tap. The bit you turn didn't move, just one second there was nothing the next - SPLASH! I turned off the tap, and ran out of the bathroom, trying not to scream. I told my mum the next day, but she didn't belive me.
I caught this while doing filming on my cell phone at a local cemetery, do you believe this to be an EVP like I think it is?
I uploaded it onto youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwDA60L7A3o
Thanks,
Krystle Ann
It does kind of sound like "shiven" but with all that rustling going on, just can't be sure it's evp or some leaves.
I have an EVP I recorded while I had my friend play a guitar track on an iflip. I posted the video on youtube in January of 2011, but I've only had about 300 views. The camera was sitting on a table facing the ceiling in my computer room. The EVP is clear as day at 13 seconds when there is a pause on the guitar. At 3 seconds, there is an orb that floats around the bottom right of the screen and out of view. Many people say orbs are dust particles, but this orb looks like it just glows too much to be dust. At 13 seconds, you can hear clear as day what I think says, "You never even gave a f**k." It terrified me when I heard that. Please take a listen, people. Here is the link below..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ogb_dACh1Tg
Again: Orb at 3 seconds (enlarge the screen. When it's small (normal size), it's difficult to see)
EVP at 13 seconds.
Thanks
AK
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