Miranda Moondawn

Miranda Moondawn - Self Biography
MAIN INTERESTs - Romantic Poetry and the Classics, Fairytales, Gnosticism, Eco-Feminism, White Magic, Wiccan and Faery Lore.

CREATIVE WRITING SOURCES - From her youth Miranda's passion for creative writing, music and art, along with her fascination with the philosophical and the spiritual, have always been totally inseparable. Coupled with her study and practise of the esoteric Wisdoms of Hermetic Magicke, Gnosticism and Shaktism, Miranda also nurtures a passion for English Romantic poetry, fairytales, Greek myth and Hindu and Celtic lore.

MAJOR LITERARY INFLUENCES - Many of her major literary and occult influences are from the 19th century: such as Dion Fortune (Moon Magic and The Mystical Qabalah), the Romantic poets like Keats, Coleridge, Blake and Byron and THE fantasy and fairytale writers like Lewis Carrol and George Macdonald. At the same time, Miranda's work is strongly influenced by the hard-line existentialist writers of the post-modern and Magic Realist School, such as Peter Brook (Mahabharata), Salman Rushdie (The Satanic Verses), and Amitav Ghosh (The Calcutta Chromosone).

EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND - Miranda has also completed a Master's degree and PhD in Bollywood film and Hindu cultural studies from Copenhagen University. Her field of expertise not only embraces the song and dance genre of Indian cinema, but the ancient Vedic dance and theatre tradition of the Natyashastra and the Rasa-Lila devotional tradition of Gita Govinda and the Srimad Bhagavatam.

HOBBIES AND INTERESTS - Miranda is a Bollywood Film buff, loves bathing in the ocean and going for walks in the forest with her fur baby Shimba, listening to 60s and 70s music and playing and singing her own compositions on the guitar.

MIRANDA AND HER BOOK MOONIANA - Miranda's book is not just a very original and innovative reworking of the Greek myth of the Mother of the Muses, the Mnemosyne and her Daughters, the Nine Muses - it also explores, in some depth, many of the elements of Hindu, Greek and Nordic myth and lore - including Tantric rituals and practises as well as discussions on Philosophy, Gnosticism and the Wisdom schools of Shakti-Sophia. The novel is set in the turbulent decade between the Fall of the Soviet Union and the earth-shattering events of 9/11. It deals with the social, political and artistic climate on the period in Scandinavia and Europe, including Radical Socialism and its links to Gnostic belief systems and Ritual Theatre as a process of psycho-spiritual transformation..

THE PURPOSE AND AIM OF MIRANDA'S BOOK - Miranda's book is the product of many years of research and writing. And the purpose of her book is twofold: to find her own personal Gnosis through the medium of her own creativity and art, and secondly to provoke her readers into thinking about the world and how they can awaken Gnosis in themselves according to the Greek maxim of MAN KNOW THYSELF. For Miranda it is not so much an external landscape that we need to change in a post 9-11 world but AN INTERNAL ONE.

Miranda lives in Copenhagen Denmark by the sea. Here, in-between the black and white sparkles of the Moonlit ocean, she hears the Siren's song in the Kore of her soul and hearkens to the whispers of the Earth, as she writes down all their secrets for her book - MOONIANA AND THE SECRET OF THE LOST CHRONICLES OF SOPHIA

To find out more - see our Amazon Author Page,
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YESHA'S REVIEW OF MOONIANA
Mooniana: And the Secrets of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia
by Miranda Moondawn (Goodreads Author)
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Yesha's review
Apr 15, 2017

really liked it
bookshelves: arc

*3.5 stars*
(I received a copy from the author, in exchange for an honest review.)

The story is centralized on Muses -daughters of Mnemosyne (the Goddess of Memory) and Zeus (the ruler) representing different art. Six of the nine muses- Erato, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Urania, and Euterpe- who have incarnated on earth to restore the peace and brotherhood in world. They are trying to find and restore lost chronicles of Sophia. But difficulties arises when they come to realize the expectations their Mother and Zeus. The main purpose of their incarnation entangles in politics of Olympus.

I thought this book might be totally related to Greek mythology. But, actually it is amazing concoction of Greek, Norse, and Indian Mythology. I was fascinated by author’s deep research in Indology which was the best part of the book. Gayatri Mantra, Raas-Leela and lot of things were nicely described and few more that even I didn’t know. I liked the blend of cultural and major world events with the main theme of the book. Another remarkable and very nice part was poems in the book.

All six muses had 3 different names- their earth name, muse name, and their secret name which was bit confusing in the beginning, I literally note it down. Few things were really weird like relations between sisters and their chosen mates. Whole story taken place in two forms. One was physical (earth) form of muses and the other part (most of actually) was astral travel and astral form of muses, which was little hard to understand for me, at some points specifically third and the end part of the book. End was not like I expected.

Book gives insight on feminism, esoteric knowledge, and spirituality. Overall, it was good, little slow. It was easy for me as I know Indian mythology, but it will be hard for those who doesn’t know.

MOONIANA - AUTHOR'S REVIEW

Having read Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronciles of Sophia as a reader and not a writer was a very interesting expereience. I got partly caught up with mental editing along with enjoying the story. On the surface the book is a very interesting allegory and myth about the descent of six of the muses who have incarnated into the world in human form to renew the arts in the group soul of humanity and bring about an awakening to Gnosis through the Goddess of Wisdom Sophia. On another more interesting level, the book totally reverses all our comfortable preconceptions of Western culture, society, politics and religion. It is a kind of in your face book - shattering all our pretty illusions about the foundations of what our world is really built on - especially that of the foundations of our religion, which are much more corrupt, messy and violent than we generally suppose. Mooniana is therefore not a book for the faint hearted or those who don't want to be challenged in their religious or secular worldviews

The six Sister Muses who are the central female protagoists of the book are: 1) The Siren Mooniana - the embodiment of the Muse of Lyric poetry and the Harp, Euterpe, and the gentle White Witch of the tale, 2) The Siren Afranella - the embodiment of the Muse of the lyre and Harp, Erato, and the femme fatale of the book, 3) The Siren Ondine - the embodiment of Terpsichore, the Muse of the Dance, and something of a radical socialist in her politcal orientation, 4) Mad Circe-Kastanja - the embodiment of Melpomene, the Muse of Tragic Theatre - she is the radical Gnostic of the story and views the Judeo Christian God as a cruel tyrant and the Goddess of Wisdom Sophia as the true saviour of Humanity. The last two Muses in the story are 5) The Star Child Fuchsia - the embodiment of the Muse Urania, 6) The Siren Loreley - the embodiment of the Muse of sacred choral song, Polyhymnia.

The narratives of these six sisters lake place inbetween the familiar world of Scandinavia, Germany and North Italy, as well as the metarmorphic realm of sirens, faeries and the shape shifting world of our imagination, visionary archetypes and dreams. Influences from Romantic poets like William Blake and Qabalistic occultists like Dion Fortune are obvious in the book. The novel is also filled with political satire and radicalism along with sequences from the Magic Realism genre. There is also some heady romance and steamy sensuality in the novel, when the passionate Muses search for their soul-mate, the Choice. There appear to be three possible candidates for the sisters' Choice, but only one, in the end, proves to be their Chosen One.

This book is unique I think in the sense that it is not just a very original and innovative reworking of the Greek myth of the Mother of the Muses, the Mnemosyne and her Daughters, the Nine Muses - it also explores, in some depth, many of the elements of Hindu, Greek and Nordic myth and lore - including Tantric rituals and practises as well as discussions on Philosophy, Gnosticism and the Wisdom schools of Shakti-Sophia. The novel is also set in the turbulent decade between the Fall of the Soviet Union and the earth-shattering events of 9/11. It deals with the social, political and artistic climate on the period in Scandinavia and Europe, including Radical Socialism and its links to Gnostic belief systems and Ritual Theatre as a process of psycho-spiritual transformation..

Mad, mysterious, thought provoking, totally original and unique - this novel is an amazing twist on the familiar themes of the gods and goddesses of Greek, Hindu and Nordic mythology. The book also throws a disturbing challenge in the face of our conventional religious institutions with the revival of an old Gnostic heresy, lost to the world since the time of the Great Library of Alexandria. This Gnostic heresy between Sophia and her traditional Gnostic adversary, the Ruler, totally reverses all our old preconceptions of the kind Heavenly Father that we were taught about in Sunday School!

A book that is definitely not for the faint hearted.

SATI MATA (A poem in Five parts)

(A poem based on real life accounts of the ritual burning of a young 18 year old widow, Roop Kanwar, in the village of Deorola modern day Rajasthan in September 1987. Roop Kanwar's Sati divided the people of India and led to the arrests and trial of many who were said to be involved. None of the participants in the Sati, however, were ever found guilty of their alleged crimes.)

(i)
When the young bride’s husband died,
The 11th century leaped into
The present
When her mother in law said.
”Your husband is now dead Priya,”
“And you must live the rest of your days"
"As a widow,”
“Cursed with the stigma,”
“Of the Kulashini,”
"The devourer of husbands."
"You will have no identity anymore,"
"No social status,"
“No property or possessions,”
“Bereft of a husband’s protection,”
“You will be no better that an outcaste,”
“Alas we are so unfortunate – “
“In better times a young Widow could leave this world,”
“In glory and honour,”
“And join her husband on his pyre,”
“Sharing his destiny and identity,”
“As a Sati Bride”

They were cruel, thoughtless words,
And the grieving Widow took them to heart.
Mingled with the stigma of Widowhood.
The curse of the wife who devours her husband,
There arose in her mind,
A vivid picture of her redemption,
Passing like Sita through the flames,
Her soul would rise,
In the billowing smoke,
Joining her husband’s,
As a Sati Bride.

Priya had decided.
With a strange thrill in her heart,
And a dark trembling in her breast,
The young Bride went to the Pandits
And the Elders of the Village,
That same day.
And she told them,
“Now that my husband is dead,”
“And I am stripped of all honour,”
“And identity,”
“It is my wish,”
“And my duty as a widowed wife,”
“To ascend the Funeral Pyre”
“Even as Sita-Devi,”
“Passed through Fire,”
“To prove her purity to Ram,”

(ii)
At the Panchivat,
There was a great debate.
Many were against the act.
The young Widow’s piety, they said
Was beyond question.
Her devotion to her husband and Lord Ram
Exemplary.
But this was not the 11th century.
This was modern secular India.
And the people of this land,
Had adopted British laws and ways,
For them Sati was not an act of pious self-sacrifice,
But an act of self-immolation,
And Ritual Murder.

Yes, yes,
They all knew the laws.
And the modern ways.
At the same time,
The Ancient Laws of Manu stated,
That If the Widow joined her Fate,
With her husband’s,
Then not only her,
But all who took part
In this auspicious event,
Along with all their ancestors,
And descendants
For Seven generations,
Forward and Back,
All would achieve moksha.
All would be liberated from the Samsara,
Of repeated birth and death

And did not the shastras say,
That to stop the self-willed Sati
In her resolve,
Invited the curse,
Of Mother Sati herself?

The village elders and Pandits
Began to chant
And prepare for the Sati,
“SATI MATA, KEE JAI!”
”SATI MATA KEE JAI!”

(iii)
The Chanting of the Pandits echoed,
Into the cold dark desert night.
On and on into the morning
It mumbled and murmured,
Until at last, the Sun rose gloriously,
And gazed upon a sight
That had not been witnessed,
For generations.
Hundreds of villagers,
Were following
The Sati Bride,
With her attendents,
To the Pyre,
Touching the hem of her sari,
Taking the dust of her feet on their heads,
Worshipping her as a Goddess,
As they fell on their faces,
The women chanting in solemn awe,
“Sati Mata, Kee Jai!!”
“Sati Mata, Kee Jai!!”

The village elders followed the procession,
They were both fearful,
And yet burning with holy fervor.
They knew that if news of the Sati,
Reached the authorities,
They would be tried,
As accomplices to the crime,
Under old colonial laws,
Inherited by an independent India.
But the men of the village,
Were men of Rajasthan,
And the blood of the Rajputs,
Flowed in their veins.

And it was as if that day.
The modern age
Suddenly vanished,
As they trembled with awful anticipation.
A village Widow was about to die.
She would pass through fire,
Like Sita-Devi before her,
And all the great Ranis,
The Royal Widows
Of ancient Rajasthan.
The men joined their voices
With the women,
Only they chanted much louder,
“SATI MATA! KEE JAI!”
“SATI MATA! KEE JAI!”

(iv)

As they chanted,
The Sati Bride climbed elegantly onto the Pyre.
She looked as if she had no fear,
She sat in a pyre of sweet smelling flowers,
With her husband’s head in her lap.
She was no longer thinking of her enslavement as a Widow,
She was no longer thinking about a lifetime clad in white,
A lifetime devoid of any sensual joys or pleasures,
A lifetime spent as a Kulashini,
A devourer of husbands,
Loathed and outcaste.
She was only thinking of her young beloved,
How her soul would rise up with his,
Heavenwards,
In the billowing smoke.
After those brief minutes of excruciating agony,
Were over-
And the God of Fire
Agni-Dev,
Had tried and purified her,

After he had devoured her mortal flesh,
Devoured -
Her beautiful rose red lips,
Devoured -
Her long dark jasmine scented hair,
Devoured -
Her lotus like limbs and hands,
Devoured -
Her golden lotus like skin.
Devoured -
Her wide hips,
And soft dove like breasts.
All her beauty,
All her sweet youth,
All of it would burn up in the fire,

And when Agni-Dev was done.
When the excruciating agony was finished.
All her beauty and youth,
Would be restored again,
And she would be a Goddess,
Remembered and Worshipped forever.
Like Sita-Devi.
Like Sati-Ma.

(v)
What happened next was madness,
Complete horror and mayhem.
The offering of oil was poured onto the pyre,
The Widow’s young brother in law,
Lit the faggots with a flaming torch,
But inexperienced hands had prepared the pyre,
The wood burned slowly,
Too slowly,
The flames began to devour the bodies,
Both the living and the dead.
The dead body didn’t feel anything,
Dead bodies never do.
But the living body screamed,
The living always do that,
Screamed in agony and terror.
Her screams merging,
With the cries and shrieks
Of countless Sati Brides before her.
Mingled with the wailing of the women
The terrified sobbing of the children,
And the rising ecstatic chants of the men,
“SATI MATA KEE JAI!”
”SATI MATA, KEE JAI!i”

The louder the woman’s screams,
The louder the ecstatic cries,
And chants.
The young Sati Bride,
No longer saw visions of herself
Rising up to Heaven,
With her husband in the billowing smoke.
All she felt was the indescribable fear,
The terror and the pain,
Of a young woman being slowly burnt alive,
A woman who chose to be burnt,
Because the choice between living on
As a young Widow,
And dying in the fire,
Were both
As horrendous as each other.

After fifteen long minutes,
The terrifying screams finally stopped,
The roar of the flames subsided.
The women stopped wailing,
The Pandits and elders began to chant softly,
“SATI MA, SATI MA,”
Almost inaudibly under their breath.

And when the ashes at last
Were cleared,
And a memorial plaque engraved,
The crowds of pilgrims,
Into the village swarmed,
By the tens of thousands,
From all over Rajasthan,
They came,
To pay homage to the new Goddess,
To receive the sacred blessings,
Of the Sati Bride,

The police and the newspapers came with them.
All those who had been raised,
With a respect and understanding,
Of British laws and ways.
Not one of them could understand.
How an 11th century practice
Could still go on.
In the modern age.

Everyone agreed that all of those involved
In the grisly affair
Were equally guilty.
They were all accomplices to murder.
But how was it possible to arrest and prosecute
An entire village.
For their part in the gruesome burning
Of a Sati Bride?

By Manfred and Miranda Moondawn 17/1 to 25/1 2017

……………………………………………………………….

THE SUFI MASTER AND HIS FAVOURITE DISCIPLE

Once there was a Sufi Master who had more than a dozen disciples. Each of these disciples were envious of his youngest student, a girl, who appeared to receive much more attention and affection than any of her other comrades.

Understanding the situation, the Master called together all his disciples and instructed them that they should each find a bird and take it to a secret place where no-one could possibly see them. Then in that secret spot, with no-one watching, they were instructed to kill their bird and then return it's lifeless body to the Master.

One by one the Master's students did this and returned to their Teacher with their respective slain birds. The only one who did not fulfill the Master's instructions was the youngest student that all the others envied. She returned with her bird still living.

The Master asked her in the presence of all her comrades why she had not fulfilled her Teacher's instructions.

She replied simply "Master You Commanded me to go to a secret Place where none could see me and there I should kill the Bird.."

The Master nodded and the Student continued. "But such a Secret Place where none can see me Master, does not exist. For God who lives in my Heart and in the Heart of the Bird. And in the Heart of All Living Things. Sees All things at All Times. Nothing can ever be hid from Him..."

The Master smiled and blessed his beloved Student and her fellow disciples now understood why she received more attention and affection than the rest of her comrades.

And from that day onwards they harboured no envy or spite towards her in their hearts ever again.

Rescribed from the Original..
By Miranda Moondawn
1-1-2016

Miranda Moondawn - Self Biography
MAIN INTERESTs - Romantic Poetry, Classic literature, Gnosticism, Eco-Feminism, Gaia-Awareness, cults of the Mother Goddess and Pantheism.

CREATIVE WRITING SOURCES - From her youth Miranda's passion for creative writing, music and art, along with her fascination with the philosophical and the spiritual, have always been totally inseparable. Coupled with her study and practise of the esoteric Wisdoms of Hermetic Magicke, Gnosticism and Shaktism, Miranda also nurtures a passion for English Romantic poetry, fairytales, Greek myth and Hindu and Celtic lore.

MAJOR LITERARY INFLUENCES - Many of her major literary and occult influences are from the 19th century: such as Dion Fortune (Moon Magic and The Mystical Qabalah), the Romantic poets like Keats, Coleridge, Blake and Byron and THE fantasy and fairytale writers like Lewis Carrol and George Macdonald. At the same time, Miranda's work is strongly influenced by the hard-line existentialist writers of the post-modern and Magic Realist School, such as Peter Brook (Mahabharata), Salman Rushdie (The Satanic Verses), and Amitav Ghosh (The Calcutta Chromosone).

EDUCATIONAL BACKGROUND - Miranda has also completed a Master's degree and PhD in Bollywood film and Hindu cultural studies from Copenhagen University. Her field of expertise not only embraces the song and dance genre of Indian cinema, but the ancient Vedic dance and theatre tradition of the Natyashastra and the Rasa-Lila devotional tradition of Gita Govinda and the Srimad Bhagavatam.

HOBBIES AND INTERESTS - In her spare time, Miranda plays folk guitar, sings and composes her own songs and music.

PURPOSE OF WRITING - The purpose of her writing is to help awaken the dormant spark of divine consciousness slumbering in humanity and restoring the lost impulse of Sophia Wisdom and Gnosis Self Knowledge in the collective Group Soul of the Race - according ot the Greek maxim of MAN KNOW THYSELF.

At present Miranda lives in Copenhagen Denmark by the sea. Here, in-between the black and white sparkles of the Moonlit ocean, she hears the Siren's song in the Kore of her soul and hearkens to the whispers of the Earth, as she writes down all their secrets for her book - MOONIANA AND THE SECRET OF THE LOST CHRONICLES OF SOPHIA.

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Ever since the frightful events of 9/11, the Group Soul of our Mother the Earth has been violently ruptured with all kinds of violence, war and terror. Many of us are trying to heal the Earth and restore the Harmony of our planet each in his or her own way. We are doing it through our book Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia,

Our book Mooniana is a narrative about Gaia-Conscious-Awareness and Global Earth Healing. It is also a Rite of Passage about six sisters - the six daughters of Sophia-Shakti- who have incarnated into the world to help manifest the new impulse of divine Wisdom and Gaia-Consciousness currently streaming into the group soul of humanity to slowly heal it.

Sophia symbolizes the collective Wisdom, Memory and Gnosis of humanity, manifested through the Muses of human genius, poetry and Wisdom. And Shakti embodies the universal life force and power manifest in the beauty and harmony of Mother Nature and her elemental kingdoms of devas and fairies. Having lost much of its connection to Shakti-Sophia, humanity now wanders in ignorance and darkness, destroying the environment of our planet and neglecting the impulse of human art and Genius and the Wisdom of its cultural memory.

The six Daughters of Sophia-Shakti, led by Mooniana, represent those very evolved souls who have incarnated on this planet to help heal the Group Soul of Mother Earth and raise the Cosmic vibration of the Earth from the Solar Plexus Chakra to the Anahata Heart Chakra through a collective awakening of the principle of the Divine Feminine......

To Join us in our Global Healing Project
And-Or to receive a free ecopy of our book Mooniana
Write to our gmail
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Love and Gaia's Blessings
Miranda Moondawn

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As part of the Big Shift in Global Consciousness and the growing need for GAIA-Conscious-Awareness to enter the Group Soul of our planet, we are offering Mooniana in ebook form free of charge - with an UNMISTAKABLE message of divine love from the Goddess Shakti-Sophia: (extract from Page 52 of our book Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia).

“You are all now going on a very special journey,” she heard Paul’s voice over the soft chanting and the music. “It is a journey into the sacred heart of
the mother - the mother who dwells both inside and outside of your-self. In this universe, the mother has three forms. She resides in the temple of nature,
in the macrocosmic body of earth, sky, water and the fiery luminaries. The mother also dwells in the temples and shrines where she is worshipped as Devi-Ma, as Lakshmi, Durga, as Isis, Venus-Astarte, the Kore, Sophia and Freya. Finally, she dwells, most perfectly, in the holy temple and body of every woman. When the woman awakens her Shakti, her divine feminine, she
becomes the Goddess. She becomes Devi-Mata and every man who makes love to such a woman, has the fortune of being initiated into the great mysteries of the Goddess’s ineffable Wisdom, through his divine Muse. This is the great secret of modern Tantra and the ancient Christian Gnosis of Lady Sophia... So bitterly repressed by the church and monotheistic religions for the last two thousand years...”

For a free copy of our book on Shakti -Sophia and the Global Awakening of the Divine Feminine - write to our gmail
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"Learn to love and serve our Blessed Lady of Love, Light and Wisdom - God's Bride, Lady Sophia. She will lead you to the Kore of your own soul and to the hidden chambers of Mother Earth's sacred Wisdom. ONLY SHE KNOWS THE WAY to the Hallowed Bridal chamber!!"

Love and Blessings
Miranda Moondawn

Self'sBlossom by David Russell.

A Romantic Quest of Self Discovery.

Self's Blossom is a short novella in the erotic romance genre, with Selene, a woman in search of her sexual identity, as the vibrant main character. Selene is intellectual, independent, free spirited and totally trapped in the limitations of her peer group and society. Her pragmatic best friend Janice describes Selene as a dreamer, "living in the cuckoo land of her imagination". Desperately looking to find herself and get a bit of erotic adventure, Selene goes on holiday to South America.




Brought to life by the Sun, sea and holiday atmosphere of her resort, Selene's first erotic awakening comes about through the ocean - "the spirit of love beckoning her with a pulsing sinewy body." After this, Selene searches for a lover and has a brief sexual encounter with an eighteen year old local. But it is her through her meeting with the American anthropologist Hudson that Selene' erotic nature is awakened and she explores the many layers of her being. Hudson is her intellectual rival and mentor, and he introduces Selene to the other side of South America - the primal elemental energy of the carnival, the 10,000 year history of South American civilisation and the breathtaking and often cruel power of its environment and landscape.



With Hudson, Selene's holiday adventures suddenly become fraught with danger and intrigue - She is threatened with death by hunters when she plays environmentalist with Hudson and his friends, she is bitten by a deadly snake when she goes exploring with him, Hudson has to save her from a bar room brawl with the locals which suddenly explodes due to a sexual indiscretion. The indigenous population have an entirely different culture and life-rule than Selene knows from her predictable friends in London.



Although Hudson is the catalyst for Selena's awakening, it is fair to say that she challenges him intellectually and opens his world weary eyes for the magic of the moment also. Their mutual search for something beyond the mundane leads them both to the top of a South American pyramid, where Selena visualises herself as a modern God Queen and Hudson as her God King. They have both gone on a dangerous and fascinating journey down through time and braving a foreign culture and environment. It is therefore significant that Selene does not seek full surrender to her lover in the passion of the moment on the moonlit beach - in fact she slaps his face when he attempts to do so - Instead she wants their love to be fully consummated through the pampered and luxurious Western trappings of the hotel Bridal Suite. Selene concludes: "True Seduction was total theatre," "The true ideal lay in laced artifice" not in "ideals of naturalness."



Here, in the luxurious trappings of traditional Western romance and eroticism, the adventure ends and the God Queen and God King sublimate their experience like some modern day High Priest and Priestess and the alchemy of their mututal transformation is complete. Knowing that they will be unable to ever rival or surpass this moment of absolute sexual apotheosis, the lovers now part and go their separate ways - Hudson to his job in the US and Selene back to London. But the author David Russell leaves us with a sense that more has been accomplished here than just a nice holiday memory for Selene and her lover. Selene can now return to the humdrum of her everyday existence and the emptiness of her London life with the alchemical blossom inside her - the Blossom of the self which has been totally awakened inside her.



There is the very real sense that Selene will never be the same woman again after this.



Reviewed by

Miranda Moondawn

Author of Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia.

1-7-2015

An awesome review from David Russel
Thanks David.
Dave wrote: "This monumental work, really breaks down literary categories in the quest for truth. The Lost Chronicles of Sophia are the 'Gospel' of Mary Magdalene, expressing Goddess values, apparently destroye..."

This monumental work, really breaks down literary categories in the quest for truth. The Lost Chronicles of Sophia are the 'Gospel' of Mary Magdalene, expressing Goddess values, apparently destroyed when fanatical Christians wrecked the library of Alexandra, terrified of the claim that Christ's true teaching was communicated to Mary Magdalene, rather than to his Disciples, and that Mary Magdalene was his lover. The novel is concerned with the rediscovery of this book, its resuscitation and application of its fundamental lessons - to replace Patriarchal tyranny with Matriarchal truth.

Involved in the physical, and metaphysical quest for the Gnostic truth of this book is a 'star-studded' mass of world mythological entities . . . Greek, Nordic . . .

There is tension between the feminists' pacifist ideals and the possible need for force to eliminate the patriarchy. Many of the women were mistreated, and longed to 'get one back' on their abusers. Their number includes Hecate, who embraces darkness and evil, but has right on her side because of her past suffering, just as, in Dualism, a Snake can be a Saviour, and the Devil God's alter ego. All the 'godly' characters have 'flawed mortal' characteristics which make them convincing.

Dualism/contrariety is prominent in the main characters: "I am everywhere loved and adored, and everywhere condemned and despised . . . formless yet with infinite variegated forms".

The author reflects on 'cyclic time'; there is an angel 'walking backwards into the future'. "Thousands of years of history had already happened, were yet to happen and were happening." Mooniana oscillates mythological antiquity and contemporary life - world politics - and today's popular culture - including pop stars and Bollywood cinema, linking the occult to the everyday. The characters also drift out of, and into, their own bodies. As a 'bridge, it focuses on fashionable 'New Age' cults, including a 'free school' - the Albatross Boarding School, as well as a hippie commune and an experimental theatre in Verona - featuring a wide video screen plus music, dance and drama events which melt into spiritual/mythical areas.

There are two parallel love stories: Joanne Voegrin, a harpist, becomes obsessed with her teacher, Paul Valliain, while Christiane Wulff develops a fascination for Oriental Studies professor Franz Abel. Each woman holds her beloved in of awe, whilst feeling a degree of irritation with their seeming pedantry and pomposity. Both couples oscillate between their mundane personalities and their mythical entities - Joanne became the mystical Sophia.

The narrative weaves in and out of these themes, and the concrete context of a theatre, into mythological depths - and back. The sacred book is physically rediscovered, destroyed, then reappears by magic. Such is the breadth of the concept that it can accommodate valid mundane cynicism: "Pseudo-gurus and frauds like that are just manipulating you. You are stupid; you cannot see it . . . all this Gnostic jargon was starting to sound more exotic and bizarre . . . I hate all this Dualism . . . a big part of Pia really hated all that pseudo-spiritual escapist crap." Truth could be distorted by being presented in an abstract, theological manner.

There is an in-depth exploration of transcendental eroticism, including the practice of coitus reservatus. The six offspring of Zeus are challenged to share 'the Philanderer's son without any jealousy or rivalry between you . . . if you can do this, I will grant each of you your deepest and most ardent desire - including usurping the Throne of Olympus. Another ritual includes a suitably androgynous Hermes figure who is, however, an object of some suspicion, perhaps a 'two-faced' intermediary between the Goddesses and the male Ruler. There is a beautiful Sapphic consummation. On another occasion, Ashok, a male 'initiate' is supposed to abnegate his maleness in order to bond with a group of six sisters - become a seventh sister. But he must somehow regain it in order to overturn the patriarchy: "Without his arrogant, ambitious ally (his Daimon), how could he write the Sisters' narrative?" Also, the Goddesses had initially held a stance of neutrality, which they were forced to abandon through being outraged. They had to take on some of the terminology of their adversaries: "In your name we shall avenge you, and destroy the destroyers, wiping every last vestige of the tyranny and greed of the cult of the one God from the face of the planet." But it still remained necessary to 'create a neutral zone on earth'.

There is some questioning of the relationship between earthly and spiritual love: "Joanne seemed oddly unemotional. Either she was glad to rid of a romantic rival, or else she was very advanced in Yogic detachment."

Some quite perceptive searchings of the relationship between art and 'real life': "For Lorely's characters, life could only be a play. These chaotic characters would find themselves again in real-life situations which were, in reality, only external mirrors of well-rehearsed internalised rituals and narratives." There had previously been a reference to Kierkegaard: "A man writes a novel in which one of the characters goes mad. At some point in the story, the one writing the novel goes insane too, and he finishes the work in the first person." Similarly, fictionalising can be a two-way process, as Paul tells the sisters: "Just as I am writing your story, you are writing mine . . ."; "They were both poets and would meet in each other's poems and stories which were just as real." No omniscient narrator here!

Part of the conclusion is presented in dramatic form, which adds a further, living dimension to the focus of the theatre venue. Characters described in narrative become characters speaking for themselves; third persons become first persons. This further accentuates the hypnotic effect of the many dance rituals portrayed in this work.

The author treated the 9/11 attacks as a sort of Armageddon, a symbolic destruction of the old patriarchal order. This interpretation, I feel, was totally appropriate to the time when those incidents took place - but perhaps less so, in terms of what has passed under the bridge since then. She makes a minimal reference to the rise of the Islamic state; perhaps some updating would be in order.

David Russell

The
Atlas
Witch

A Collection of Poetry

On the Rite of Passage into the Wisdom of Lady Sophia

By Miranda Moondawn

Melancholy’s Shrine
(i)

Over the rocky precipice

Of a moonstruck inlet and bay,

Where the Sea of Memory washes herself

Over and over again.

Washing over the thousand naked forms

Of clustered Stygian maids

Who cling like dumbstruck Jasmines,

Upon the Moon’s glassy rays.

And nothing they see has a soul,

They just mingle themselves with everything
On the Empty Mirror of her Stage.

The Moon, the Moon, the lovely Moon.

Her refection caught in the Salt-filled Bath,

Like an Escalator running up and down,

In the Melancholy Mirror Glass.

An Actress who has picked for herself

The most perfect of parts.

Still nothing she sees has a soul.

It’s just so easy and polite.

Like Invitations you send yourself

And don’t even bother to reply.

While every part of her soul it prays,
“Please God, just let me die!”

(ii)

Upon Silver Aspen Stairs you climb,

Up and up to a Window where you see –

Yourself – And when you’re looking out,

You remember all your lonely Dreams.

Each of them’s a Little World,

With the Moon’s Soul in-between.

And so you say,

”Am I not a little world myself?”

“Sitting alone on the Aspen Stairs,”

“Wishing on My Birthday Candles,”
“As the Moon combs her flaxen Hair?”

Like you, the Moon’s a Little Girl

Always wishing she were someone else.

Beautiful, Sparkling and Without a Soul.

She wishes she were anyone but herself!

So she wishes she were your Muse.

Your Muse of the Moon-struck Sea,

Her own Empty Mirror,

Gathered from her Poet’s Dreams.

“He has a Soul” she says, “A Soul like me!”

“But we Scatter and Gather it all,”

“On the Altar of our Melancholy.”

The invitations you forever send yourself,

They remain so easy and polite,

While every part of the Poet prays,
“Please God, just let my Muse die.”

(iii)

Now he is drawing solitary Circles,

Round and round in the Dirt and Mud

In that world where Humming Birds milk Honey,

And drink the Dragonfly’s blood.

Round circles drawing, as he gathers,

Rocks for Mother Memory’s Shrine.

The Moon she walks with sombre steps,

Her tale’s been told a thousand times.

“Is it different?” he asks, “Or is it the same?”

“It has no soul,” she replies,

“Although someone remembers its Pain.”

So what is the difference when,

No man can remember who wrote the thing?

And no one can tell us why they did,
Or if they ever will again?

How dreary, dreary are Melancholy’s steps,

How miserable the brushing of Mother Memory’s Gown.

How bitter the reproach of her tears,

God’s footsteps on the Blood-Soaked ground.

Here, as the Moon her Memories guards,

Of Earth’s shy youthful days.

Her poet mingles his blood with hers,

Upon the rocks of his Muse’s Grave.

There upon the Liquid Streams,

Ruddy, brazen-gold and bright,

The poet’s invitations are coyly sent,

And received at Melancholy’s Shrine.

Where the same prayer it ascends,

“Please God, if there is a God,”
“Oh Please just let him die!”

Miranda Moondawn.
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The
Londres
Witch parts 1 and 2

A poem on the Hermetic Gnosis
By Miranda Moondawn


(i)

Morphic sleep descends upon the Witch,
And Manfred’s nightshade gloom.
Glassy-eyed, she feels her Mistress kiss,
The purple shades of Belladonna bloom.
Who is she that basks in poppy glades,
With beldam stare and ruddy shine?
Mingling her gypsy soul with the wraiths
Of faery sommer clime……..

Oh, who has known my Witch’s dreams,
Who has shared her fragrant lips?
When she whispers to you her schemes,
And calls thee, Mistress.
There in her royal gas-lamp procession,
She accompanies the cabs of Whitehall,
For love becoming the city’s possession,
By Hypnos held in thrall.
Until in her pristine Belladonna robes she gleams,
Washed in the bath of London’s murky streams.

Somewhere, somewhere in hotel rooms,
She sleeps in blissful supine repose.
In Piccadily, lovers wish and pine for the Moon,
And peek through lattice windows.
A Witch will dream of love unrequited,
Phantom fingers like a petalled rose.
‘Til her soul with the city is united,
‘Pon embroidered doily pillows.
Oh to play again the Witch’s part,
With her alchemist in Manfred’s robes.
Hedging hawthorns for his craft,
Turning lead hyacinths to golden crows,
There, in the spagyric vessel of his art.

She asks, “Dost thou see my Lovely Lady looking,”
“Looking out over the moonstruck Thames?”
“And in her apron the Matron is cooking,”
“Silver Salmon for honoured friends”
“Surely thou knowest them?”
“Simple philosophers and fishermen?”

These the Matron calls by name,
As she casts her nightshade cloak.
Invites them all to sup with her again,
And ride in Manfred’s spagyric boat.
For within Manfred’s cylinder, his perfect sphere,
Dwells the inner fire of Mary’s Bath.
The sulphur and mercury which is so dear,
To the gold-maker’s alchymical craft.
And as the vessel rotates in her groves,
Pictures appear, translucent and luminous.
On a surface larger than a sommer Moon,
Episodes of the Archetypus Mundus,
All so vivid and so plain,
Yet totally indiscernible to the human brain.

There our Witch and Matron chance to meet,
‘Pon Westminster’s abbey steps.
The two are loveless, restless, indiscreet,
Catching gossip in fishers’ nets.
‘Pon the abbey steps they cry together
“Fifty pence for the Gypsy poor.”
“Come hither and buy your lucky heather.”
“Prithee Madame……Give a little more…….”

The Mistress as she passes by,
In pity hearkens unto the Matron’s cries.
Puts in her pennies for the lucky heather,
As she and the Matron read teacups together.
There learning of a Witch’s double-life.
Twas something she saw in those spagyric episodes,
Of lead hyacinths and golden crows,
When bright red poppies a Witch she captures.
She haply surrenders to her lady’s raptures……….

(ii)

As for the Matron, she can see,
Wonderful secrets in the leaves.
There lying in the microscopic grains,
A sleeping damsel and her swain.
And to us the Matron explains,
“You see them don’t you, in my cup?”
“The damozel is there to the right”
“Her winsome knees all folded up”
“Curled against her little chest so tight”
“And there’s her long canary yellow hair,”
“Her blue, blue kingfisher eyes,”
“And yonder is her swain, over there,”
“Neatly curled against her thighs.”
There the lovers in perfect rhythm breathe,
Up and down amidst their bed of leaves,
A dream which dreams itself a dream…

But what about our lady’s polite respectable friends?
We’re quite sure the Matron is also seeing them.
In the teacup which captures the greater world,
The macrocosmic globe that turns.
Luminous and supple as liquid gold,
Yet as solid as an iron urn,
Fragile as a crystalline bowl,
‘Tis a tincture which all illnesses cures,
Making all vulgar metals holy and pure,
Rotating upon its supple astral gears,
With the perambulations of the spheres.

“Bella! Bella!” the Witch shrieks and waves her cloak,
Calling the fishers to board and ride Manfred’s boat.
And as Lady Thames is brought to bear by constant heat,
The body of the sage sweats black malignant beads.
In Mary’s Bath, the philosopher doth release his soul,
Until in his own excrement he dissolves.

Tis said:
Whenso the lion dies, the crow is born,
And the King removes his golden dress,
He enters the fountain in black to mourn,
Hearkens to Saturn’s address.
There he remains in his funeral guise,
The young crows in the Matron’s nest,
Until they become little fishes’ eyes,
And relieve the King’s distress.

In Mary’s Bath
Minute silver leaves
Fragmented infant trees,
In accordance with the Master’s Art.
Dividing into multiple lunar slivers,
Quicksilver granules that a’ tremble and a’ quiver.

Somewhere, somewhere in hotel rooms,
The Mistress dons her shiny silver salmon gown,
Hearkens to lovers calling from the Moon
Laughing, gurgling, bubbling sounds
The Moon she sees herself in the mirror
The city’s thousand reflections in the river,
In purple shades of nightshade bloom,
Witch and Mistress love and swoon…………….

PLATYPIRE REVIEW of Mooniana BY SARA.
Sara rated it 4 of 5 stars
Shelves: read-in-2015, read-for-review, mythology, supernatural

After finishing Mooniana: The Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia, I wasn't quite sure what I wanted to say in my review because of how thought provoking it was, even though I did find some of the thoughts and beliefs of some of the characters to be a little too radical in my opinion. On the other hand, I spent many days after that simply thinking about the book and what I had read. The first thing I know I'd like to say is that I really enjoyed the blending of Greek, Norse, and Indian/Hindu mythology. It was that aspect of the book which caught my attention when I was given the opportunity to read and review this book. That was one of my favorite aspects of the novel, and it held my attention to the very end. I also thought her use of actual historical events from 1991 to the recent past was an interesting choice, but it definitely worked well in the novel, and offered an entirely different point of view on what was going on at that particular time in history. I also loved the fact that it was set in Germany, Denmark and Northern Italy.

There are nine Muses in Greek mythology, and six of them have incarnated upon the earth in various human females, each one representing a various art. The ones in this book were: Polyhymnia, Terpsicore, Erato, Melpomene, Uriana and Euterpe. I don't think there was one that I'd single out as my favorite, but if I had to pick one that I thought was the most prominent character, I think I'd pick Christiane, the harpist, who personified Erato. I found her sister Marliz, to be a fascinating character as well, and she represented Melpomene.

On the other hand, even with a list of characters at the beginning of the book, I think one of the things that slightly detracted from my enjoyment of the book was the fact that by the time I had read to the end, there were times that I was a little confused about who was who, since they had three different names: their human name, the name of the Muse, and a “secret name”, which were used interchangeably throughout the book. Even through this, I thought it was a minor thing, and I still enjoyed the story.

As far as more secondary characters, I liked Paul Vallidin and Iris, the Goddess of the Rainbow, along with Titania and Oberon, Iris' helpers. Overall, I'd give this book a 4/5 platypire rating.

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The Return of the Muses and Sophia's clash with an old Gnostic Adversary

By Robert Jasmin on April 8, 2015
Format: Paperback
Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronciles of Sophia is a totally amazing and mind-blowing narrative about the advent of the six Daughters of Mother Wisdom - the Siren Muses who have incarnated into the world in human form to renew the Kore of the world-soul and bring about a Universal awakening of Sophia-Shakti and the New Gnosis in the collective consciousness of the human race. In the process of their rite of passage, the six sister Muses undergo very important initiations which not only help them in their individual psycho-spiritual development, but also help channel the energies of Sophia into the collective group soul of the planet to aid in its evolution. The author Miranda Moondawn calls this profound process of the Earth's evolution and transformation - the Great Adjustment.

The six Sister Sirens who undergo this amazing rite of passage are: 1) The Siren Mooniana - the embodiment of the Muse of Lyric poetry and the Harp, Euterpe, 2) The Siren Afranella - the embodiment of the Muse of the lyre and Harp, Erato, 3) The Siren Ondine - the embodiment of Terpsichore, the Muse of the Dance, 4) Mad Circe-Kastanja - the embodiment of Melpomene, the Muse of Tragic Theatre, 5) The Star Child Fuchsia - the embodiment of the Muse Urania, 6) The Siren Loreley - the embodiment of the Muse of sacred choral song, Polyhymnia.

The narratives of these six sisters lake place inbetween the familiar world of Scandinavia, Germany and North Italy, as well as the metarmorphic realm of sirens, faeries and the shape shifting world of our imagination, visionary archetypes and dreams. Influences from Romantic poets like William Blake and Qabalistic occultists like Dion Fortune are obvious in the book. The novel is also filled with political satire and radicalism along with sequences from the Magic Realism genre. There is also some heady romance and steamy sensuality in the novel, when the passionate Muses search for their soul-mate, the Choice. There appear to be three possible candidates for the sisters' Choice, but only one, in the end, will prove to be their Chosen One.

Mad, mysterious, thought provoking, totally original and unique - this novel is an amazing twist on the familiar themes of the gods and goddesses of Greek, Hindu and Nordic mythology. The author has also thrown a disturbing challenge in the face of our conventional religious institutions with her revival of an old Gnostic heresy, lost to the world since the time of the Great Library of Alexandria. This Gnostic heresy between Sophia and her traditional Gnostic adversary, the Ruler, totally reverses all our old preconceptions of the kind Heavenly Father that we were taught about in Sunday School! You can read more about this fascinating struggle between the Goddess of Wisdom Mother Sophia and her traditional adversary the Ruler in Miranda Moondawn's new novel Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia.

The six Sirens from our book MOONIANA
Siren nr.6 the Siren Loreley

Loreley is the most transcendental and spiritual of all the sisters. In her human form her name is Lærke Wind and she is a solitary spiritual seeker, totally obsessed with making pilgrimages to holy places in India like Haridwar, Varanasi and Rishikesh. Here she meditates and studies Sanskrit scriptures and sings devotional bhajans to her beloved Goddess Ganga and Syamsundara Krishna. Like Mooniana, she has a very fond affection for the Vaishnava tradition of Radha and Krishna and eventually, when Mooniana is old enough, they go on pilgrimage to India together.


Loreley is also a wonderful and talented singer, but refuses to sell herself out to record companies who want to exploit her beautiful singing voice for profit. Instead she withdraws to a communal farm in Bergen with her friend Kjersti to hear the song of the Earth's beauty and pain and compose and sing music from her deepest kore - it will be music that will not only heal herself, but also the planet and channel the light of Wisdom into the group soul of humanity.

Loreley is the embodiment of the Heavenly Muse of sacred choral hymns - Polyhymnia. In Greek myth she represents Demeter and in Hindu iconography she is Ganga. Her most important rite of passage occurs at the communal farm in Bergen when she goes out of her body and dreams that the heavenly Akasha Ganga has flooded down to the Earth - to cleanse the city of Copenhagen of all its worldly ignorance, pride and gross materialism. When Mother Ganga floods the city, all the great statues of the nobles, philosophers and angels come to life and proclaim a new order for the world. This order is the new Dharma of the Universe and is part of the Great Adjustment which will replace the old world of body conscious ignorance and materialism and awaken the world to a new consciousness of Sophia-Shakti and the Divine Feminine.

Throughout the book Loreley attempts to manifest this vision into reality. And at the end of the novel, her deeply rooted love for the sacred truth in all religious paths is channelled, together with the other impusles of the sisters into the great ritual of cosmic renewal and rebirth known as the Joining.

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Short Bio of the Teacher Paul Vallidin.
The Six Sirens' CHOICE.

Paul Vallidin is the great Tantric Teacher and Guru of the Yoga Nidra School. Along with teaching his students the path of spiritual perfection through Tantra Yoga and ritual theatre, he is also a political radical and subversive - he is particularly critical of US and UN neo-imperialist involvement in Iraq during the first Gulf War. He first meets the third of the Muses Ondine during a full moon ritual in Copenhagen, where he plainly instructs his students that patriarchal religion, along with its offshoot institutions, are the source of all misery in the world. And that the only solution for the Earth's renewal is through a Global Awakening of humanity to the Wisdom and Power of the divine feminine SHAKTI-SOPHIA.


After becoming Ondine's lover, Paul Vallidin is finally tested by Afranella and the other sisters during the Night of the Choice. Under Mooniana's guidance he is eventually initiated by the sisters and Hermes himself into the great ritual of the half man-half woman Shiva-Shakti androgyne. In Tantra this is a process of internal psycho-spiritual alchemy known as the ARHDANAR ISHWARA state(see attached picture). By awakening to this divine state of perfect Androgyny, the Teacher is now able to fully enter the sisters' world and become their Scribe - writing down their entire story from the perspective of Sophia-Shakti.

For further information on the Teacher Paul - see Miranda Moondawn's author webpage http://amazon.com/author/mirandamoond...

Biographies of the Six Sirens from MOONIANA
Siren Nr. 5, the Starchild Fuchsia.

In her human shape Fuchsia is Mooniana's little sister Pia von Sommer. Like her big sister Liv, she is an orphan living at Albatross Boarding School near Lake Vattern Sweden. She is an Indigo child like Liv, only her gifts lie in painting and weaving. Unlike Pia, she is not a flying, dreamy faery child but a melancholic elf girl who creates and paints from the depths of ner existential angst and pain. From her pain however, she creates works of art of the most exquisite beauty.


Fuchsia totally dotes on big sister Mooniana and when Mooniana leaves for a one year pilgrimage trip to India with her other sister Loreley (Lærke Wind), Fuchsia is desolate. So she pours out her sadness in her final year project on, of all things, the links between Bollywood cinema and the ancient Vedic tradition of the nine Rasas from the Natyashastra.

In the deeper symbolism of our story, Fuchsia is the Muse of Astronomy Urania. And she resonates with the energy of the Greek Goddess Persephone and the Tantric Wisdom Goddess Smashan Tara. And, when big sister Liv finally returns from India, Pia is waiting for her. And, before the final Joining of the six sisters, she and Liv, her beloved Mooniana, arrange a secret magic Joining of their own. In that Joining, they share all the secrets of their hearts and souls, along with their respective angels of Water (Pia-Love) and Starlight (Liv-Imagination).

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Biographies of the Six Sirens from our book MOONIANA
Siren Nr. 4 is the Witch Mad Circe Kastanja.

In her human shape the Siren Muse Kastanja is Marliz Wullf, the younger sister of Christaine Wulff. But just as Christiane represents the sensual and light side of the Goddess, Marliz embodies her darkness and madness. She is the director and producer of Achamoth Productions, a film company dedicated to alternative avant agarde films about the Goddess in her form as Sophia Nigrans, Hecate and Kali. In her youth, she is said to have run away from her family in India with a Tantric Witch of the aghori cult by name of Tara Bhairavi. From Tara she learnt the left hand path of Tantra concentrating on the Maha Vidya goddesses Bhadra Kali and Chinnamasta.


In the archetypal symbolism of our narrative, Kastanja is the Muse of Tragedy Melpomene. And she resonates closely with the Greek Goddess Hecate and the Hindu Goddess Kali. She is the only one of the six sisters who has rebelled openly against their father Zeus and the Olympians - and, having been initiated into the dark occult world of Kali and Hecate she possesses an arcane secret power from Mother Gaia, the Earth herself - it is a power which the Ruler of gods and men himself fears. If and when she decides to use this arcane power, the precarious balance of the world as we know it will be shattered forever.

It is a power that Circe-Kastanja has brought to the sisters' Joining. And she will share the secret of it with the sisters' Choice, the Teacher Paul Vallidin - said to have functioned as her Tantric partner during her days with the aghori WitchTara-Bhairavi.

See what happens to Kastanja's mortal enemy the Ruler, and the institutions of his world, when this arcane power of the Dark Goddess Kali is channelled into the Earth and the group soul of humanity.
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Biographies of the Six Sirens from our book MOONIANA
Siren Nr. 3 the Little Sea-Maid Ondine

Ondine is the Siren of the Dance. In her human shape, Ondine is the temperamental and passionate Joanne Voegrin. Joanne is a student of Grotowsky and ritual theatre living in Copenhagen. Seeking desperately to find the kore of her soul's Wisdom element, she is introduced to the Teacher Paul Vallidin and his Yoga Nidra Tantric performance group. She falls in love with Paul immediately and so begins a long process of existential pain and soul searching as she tries to find unity with her own Wisdom and that of her soulmate.


Eventually, her and Paul find unity with the Goddess through the Great Joining between them both and the other five sisters. Through the Joining, the sisters plan to fuse their souls together in the sacred bath of Mother Wisdom. In this way, they plan to bring Sophia and the New Gnosis into the collective group soul of the Earth and humanity.

The Joining is not without its hiccups however, as during the ritual the sisters' Choice, Paul Vallidin finally and very publically reveals his deep and everlasting love for the youngest and most charming of the sisters Mooniana. The entire ritual is about to fall to pieces when Mooniana tames Ondine's fury and jealousy with her irresistible and hypnotic innocence and charm. Taking her sisters by the hand, Ondine enters the sacred pool of the Goddess and their Joining in the bath of Mother Wisdom is complete.

On the archetypal levels of our novel, Ondine is the heavenly Muse of the dance Terpsichore. Like the other sisters, her Father is Zeus and her Mother the Mnemosyne. She resonates with the Hellenic Goddess
Artemis-Diana and the Hindu Warrior Goddess Mother Durga and in Tantric Wisdom she symbolizes the fifth of the Maha Vidyas Bhairavi..

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Biographies of the Six Siren-Heroines from MOONIANA
Siren Nr.2 is Big Sister Afranella.

As Mooniana is one of the little sister Sirens, Afranella is "big sister." Her human identity is Christiane Hildegaard Wulff. She is the femme fatale of the six Siren Muses and along with being extremely gifted with the harp and lyre, she is also the patron of various schools and Yoga institutions dedicated to the spreading of the teachings of Sophia-Shakti and the practises of Tantric Yoga.. Mooniana and her little sister attend one of these boarding schools, called Albatross.


Afranella has dedicated much of her creative genius and fortune to these projects and her harp playing. But due to her romantic and erotic nature, she is often distracted by her passionate longings and desires to merge with the Goddess in the perfect moment of orgasmic love - at that moment when everything you wish from the universe is in harmony with everything the universe wishes for you. She finds this moment of absolute erotic bliss in the romantic city of Heidelberg when she meets her latest lover Franz Abel. And, carried away by the frenzy of their love affair, Afranella is totally overshadowed by the Muse of the harp Erato and plays the concert of her life.

Like Mooniana and the other sisters, Afranella is a Muse, one of the daughters of the Ruler of gods and men, the Almighty Zeus and the Mother of the Muses, Mnemosyne. And, as the femme fatale of our novel, Afranella resonates very closely with the archetype of the Goddess of Love Venus- Astarte and the Goddess of Wealth and Fortune, the Hindu Goddess Lakshmi-Devi.

In this picture, she is wearing her Faery Princess crown and the red roses of her love and passion are scattered about her bare feet. She is fantasising about her lover and wondering when he will come and the delights of Tantric bliss they shall experience when he arrives.

Franz Abel was her Choice for the six sisters, but he is not a choice the other sisters necessarily agree with. There is another candidate for the Muses' patronage and that is Paul Vallidin - Ondine's Choice. To find out which of the two finally win the sisters' favour, you will have to read our book Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia. Just follow our Amazon Author link --

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Biographies of the Six Siren-Heroines from our book MOONIANA
Siren Nr.1 is Mooniana

This lovely picture looks just like our starry eyed and dreamy heroine the Siren- Muse Mooniana. In our novel, Mooniana's human identity is Liv von Sommer. She is a teenage girl who hangs out in a boarding school with her younger sister Pia learning all the skills of poetry, the flute, astanga yoga and communing with her angel of earth on wind and wind on earth. She is a dreamy, loving and magical Faery child, whose links with the elemental kingdom of faery are so strong and profound that she can go out of her physical body and mingle her astral spirit soul with the magical beings of the deva world and Mother Earth herself. She is also a little bit of a White Witch - that's why she is always wearing a pentacle star around her neck and carrying her book of magic incantations, poems and spells.


Liv von Sommer or Mooniana is one of those Indigo children who have incarnated on this planet to help us in our spiritual evolution and to overcome all the piles of negative karma which we have built up over many generations. She resonates very closely with the archetype of Athena the Greek Goddess of Wisdom (hence the owl sitting on her shoulder) and the Hindu goddess Mother Saraswati. In the mythic element of the novel, she is the incarnation of the heavenly Muse Euterpe - the Muse of Lyric Poetry and the Flute -
and her father is the Ruler of gods and men Zeus and her mother is Mnemosyne, the Goddess of Memory. Mnemosyne's mother is Mother Earth, Gaia herself.

Gaia of course is the Mother of everyone of us - indeed of every living creature on the planet. And, it is the central message of our book that future human evolution and growth can ONLY take place if and when, humanity begins to closely work with the deva kingdom and its channels and oracles like Mooniana.

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EXTRACT from the chapter where Liv and Pia ( the Muses Euterpe and Urania) commune with Liv's Wisdom angel and Mother Earth.

Thinking fondly of her grandmother Liv began to play her flute again. This time when she played, she could clearly sense the presence of her grandmother in the clearing. She was now no longer old and crippled and bedridden, like when she had last seen her: she was young, vibrant and filled with vitality and life. She had joined in with the song and dance of the wind and the earth, and she was speaking to Liv in a lovely high pitched voice like the tinkling of wind chimes mingled with an infant child’s mischievous gurgles and laughter.
"Do know who I am Liv?" She asked her. "The wise say that they know me but in truth they are far from me, for I am both the ignorance of the wise and the wisdom of the learned. A thousand leaves fall at the same time. And it is I who scatters them and it is I alone who will also gather them. For are these leaves not my own body to scatter and gather as I will? Dearest One... Do you know who I am now?"
Liv shook her head. She did not know anything except that the wind, with grandma’s assistance was helping her make much better poetry now before.
"I am she who is everywhere loved and adored and everywhere condemned and despised. I am virtue and sin, fame and infamy, ignorance and knowledge,
I am she whose song echoes in every heart and whose dance is performed in each moment of life – in every lover’s embrace, in every child’s smile, in every mother’s tears. Yet although I am seen by all, known by all and sought by all - every moment of every hour of every day… Still none seek me, none know me and all neglect and despise me"
Liv scribbled the words down on the paper as quickly as she heard them, and Pia read them with increasing interest and amazement. She agreed that this was certainly the best poetry that Liv and her angel had ever made together..,
The enchanting mellifluous voice continued to speak its strange and profound riddles.
"I am known by many names by many nations, peoples and tongues. Yet I am she who must remain forever nameless to all. I am she who dwells in all the perfect shapes and forms that she has herself shaped and formed. Both the sculpted form of the world is mine as well as the hand that sculpted it. Like a spider which has spun her web and dwells within it, I enter into my own creation and become inseparable from it. I am therefore both the object of knowledge and the knower, the greater world without you and the little world within you. I am logic and contradiction, and the Wisdom of the foolish and unlearned. And in truth I can only be truly found by the one who does not seek me... For such a one has already found me… Has she not? Surely you must know who I am now Liv von Sommer?"
Liv nodded and stopped writing.. She looked over what she had read for a minute or so and then whispered hesitantly and slightly awestruck to Pia. “I
think that the one speaking this riddle to us is the Earth herself...”


From Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia pages 5 and 6 -
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EXTRACT FROM MOONIANA - The Teacher Paul Vallidin teaching the secrets of Tantra to Joanne Voegrin, the Siren-Muse Terpsichore.

Paul now stood up and took Joanne’s hands, staring fixedly at her, somewhere around the point of the Third Eye, located just above the bridge of the nose. As he stood there exchanging subtle astral energies with her, all her resistances melted away and the fire continued to speak with Paul’s voice - filling Joanne with wave after wave of ecstatic energy and bliss: "The key to everything Jo is the awakening of the divine feminine in YOU. Everything that is within you... Is also without you... You are the Goddess... You are the sacred vessel of the Bride, the Sophia-Magdalena... In the early days of the Gnostic Church, Sophia-Magdalena functioned as a kind of Christian Shakti. Couples from some Gnostic sects lay together in a “spiritual marriage.” Here, they practised the ancient Tantric technique of “coitus reservatus,” where the man, functioning as Shiva’s surrogate, had conjugal relations with his priestess without experiencing the usual release accompanying male orgasm. Hindu schools of Tantra certainly used this technique, advising that the male initiate of yoga store up his vital fluids rather than wasting them during intercourse."
"In this way the male yogi can give greater pleasure to his partner, along with utilising the energies stored in the lingam for awakening the Kundalini Shakti, rising up the Sushumna Nadi and into the thousand petalled lotus. There it manifests for the Tantric yogi as divine Wisdom Sophia. They also say that the knights of courtly love, like Tristan and Isolde, and Lancelot and Guinevre, practised similar Tantric rites with their ladies. Of course, for the woman to awaken the Shakti fully, she needs a male partner, someone to see her as the divine manifestation of the Goddess that she is. When every woman is free to work with her divine Wisdom self, as she sees fit, and every man is able to perceive the Goddess in his beloved, then the world will be ready to enter a new age of love and unity in the Great Mother."


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The Muse Terpsichore (Joanne) meets her mer-sisters in her Siren form as Ondine.

Joanne nodded. She understood that in her sisters’ world she was not the Muse Terpsichore, but the Siren and sea-maid Ondine. Indeed, it was only in the shape of the Siren Ondine, that Terpsichore could be initiated into the secret Wisdom and lore of Mother Gaia and Nerthus, the Goddess of the Earth herself. She had already begun to hear her ancient lore, through the patterns of the black and silver sparkles of the Bright Mother’s dance with the Dark Mother.
The voice of the eldest of the Muses Erato, spoke to her through her secret Wisdom aspect, the Siren Afranella:
"All through the daytime the six sisters sleep and prepare for this magical ceremony at night.
The moment our Mother the Ocean is freed of the harsh glare of the Sun, she begins her pushing and pulling on the Earth and the water. Because she knows that her sister the Moon is calling upon their third sister, the Earth.
A way of Forgetting and Remembering: And the way of both is through a man with the Beauty of a God. But when she appears to make her Choice, the sisters appear with her.
You can love them all, but never the same as the one who has chosen you.
And even though they’re sisters, they always test each other’s Choice.


Extract from page 170 of Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia.
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A description of The Sirens Rasa-Lila dance with their lover, the CHOICE Ashok.

The night drunk in the perfume of the flowers like a magical elixir and it not only bewitched Ashok but also the bees; drawing them out again from their
hives, even though the Sun had long ago set and it was now quite dark.
They somehow orientated themselves towards the source of the flowers and began to dance around the sisters and Ashok, rehearsing the music of the Rasa Lila dance and calling on the celestial Gandharvas to help them provide musical accompaniment for the sisters and their sakhis - with their vinas, flutes, karatalas and mrdangas ...
The bees were also rehearsing the circular pattern of the Hallisaka dance, by creating a round dance formation. There was both an inner circle of bees
and an outer circle. One of the circles was moving in a clockwise direction and the other in an anti-clockwise direction.
As the bees rehearsed their Rasa-Lila dance, hosts of beautiful gopis and their sakhis gathered together in the moonlit clearing. Like the bees, they
assembled and formed two separate circles, an inner circle and an outer circle: moving first in a clock-wise and then an anti-clockwise direction.
As the bees buzzed and danced, you could hear the music of the Gandharvas starting to echo in the moonlit clearing, and you could see the
dancers prepare to move to their pulsating ragas and rhythms. Silken veils rustled, golden earrings on ruddy cheeks swung back and forth, as coral
necklaces danced on heaving breasts and bracelets, waist bells and anklets tinkled delightfully.
While stamping feet kept time to the beat of the music – Tat-Ta- Ta- Thai... Ta-Ta- Tiki-Thai… The gopis swung their hands high in the air and spun
around twisting to the right and left, bending their backs like the campaka bow of Kama-Dev, as the cloth on their bodies slackened and loosened around their ripe honey melon breasts.


pages 194 to 195 from Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia.
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A Meditation on the American One Dollar Bill
By Miram......

The eye of the Pyramid on the US one-dollar bill is a Masonic symbol representing God's properties of omniscience, omnipresence and omnipotence
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As it happens, the omnibenevolence and Wisdom of God is the exclusive domain, reserved for our dear beloved Mother Sophia
She is the eternal Wisdom that God used to possess, but cut away from himself 1500 years ago with the looting and plundering of the Library of Alexandria by the Christian mob and the Church of the cruel stepmother Rome.



For 1500 years, Omni 3, the all powerful, all knowing and omnipresent God has lived without his loving nurturing and all wise and benevolent Wisdom part Sophia.

Not hard to work out why Crhristains, Moslems, Jews, Masons and all the others who follow the monotheistic Ruler - divorced from his Wisdom part - cannot succeed in creating a loving, prosperous and harmonious world without hate, selfishness, envy, greed and vicious competition.

Only when the Ruler and his religious and political representatives swallow their hubris and pride and bow down to Sophia and return her from her exile and banishment, will it be possible to make the kingdom of Heaven on Earth that the Rulers rabbis, priests and imans are always talking about but NEVER realizing.

As the great female occultist DION FORTUNE once said-------A GODDESS-LESS world is Halfway to Atheism. As long as that Goddess, Wisdom herself, is not guiding and instructing the Law maker and his sectarian institutions, humanity will ALWAYS live in war, conflict, revolution, ignorance, misery and chaos.

There is NO OTHER WAY for God and humanity to progress and evolve than for the Ruler to make his peace with SOPHIA.

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Hermetica.............

The Sun and Moon energy
Solar and Lunar
God and Goddess.
Fire and Water
Postive and Negative Poles,
Science and Magic.
Reason and Feeling,


Logos and Sophia.
Christ and Magdalena,
Shiva and Shakti
Radha and Krishna.
Parusha and Prakriti
The Astral and the Physical
The Conscious and the subconscious.
Waking and Dream.

Father and Mother,
Woman and Man,
Husband and Wife,
The King and the Queen,
High Priestess and Magus,

The endless cycle of dualities and opposites
Which make up the microcosm of the initiate's psyche
And the entire macrocosmos of all Existence.

Just enjoy the drama..........
Love from Mooniana and the sisters of Sophia Shakti

In our book "Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia,"
The Yantra or cosmic vehicle of the Hexagram represents the archetypal union of the six Siren Muses of Mother Sophia and Lady Memory in the group soul of the Earth and humanity.........

The first of the Muses is Wise Owl Eyed Athena-Mooniana - She is Euterpe, the Muse of the flute and lyric verse


Second is melancholic and dreaming Proserpina-Fuchsia - Her Muse is the Muse of Astronomy Urania; adept at the art of tracing the Geometrical Patterns and Pictures in the stars

Third is Artemis-Ondine- Her Muse is the Muse of harmony and the sensuality of the dance, Terpsichore

Fourth is graceful Demeter-Loreley - the Muse of sacred choral verse and hymns Polyhymnia

The Fifth is sensuous Venus Afranella - the Muse of the harp and erotic love poetry Erato

The Sixth Muse is Mad Circe Kastanja - Her Muse couldn't be anyone else other than that of the deranged Muse of Tragedy Melpomene

The Muses Fuchsia, Ondine and Afranella are positioned as the Shaktis of the downward negative pointing YIN Triangle of the Hexagram.

The Muses Mooniana, Loreley and Kastanja are positioned as the Shaktis of the upward pointing, positive YANG triangle of the Hexagram.

Together, united in the ritual space of the Great Joining, these six sisters make up the complete Yantra or vehicle of the Goddess Shakti-Sophia.
the Mother of the All - who through the ceremony of the sisters' Joining is fully incarnated into the Kore of Mother Earth's world soul, along with the collective consciousness of the entire human race.

A BIG ACHIEVEMENT!!!!!

Read all about the Joining of the six sister Muses in Miranda Moondawn's wonderful new book -
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A poem From Miranda..............
The Dark Night of the Soul..........

It is the experience which leads you to the deepest KORE of the self -
The Kore which is beyond the dark depths of your own individual soul
Beyond your mind, personality, emotions and karmic tendencies,
In the dark night of the Soul,
You go deeper and deeper into your innermost being,
And the Kore of your self,
Peeling away one layer of yourself after another,
Until you totally disappear and you finally enter that state of emptiness
Which is also absolute fullness....


It is here that you begin to expereience a world of absolute beauty and joy,
Joy fused with the most heart-wrenching sorrow and unbearable pain,
It is in this world that you begin your ecstatic communion with the Goddess of Wisdom Mother Sophia
Along with the animus mundi - the World Soul of the Mother of all Life.
Mother Gaia and the Earth herself.
Her cosmic joy and sorrow, her unviersal beauty and pain,
Now becomes your joy and sorrow
Your beauty and pain.
What was once Hers is now also Yours.
Through her Rite of Passage,
You have become both micrososm and macrocosm,
And the only way to express that cosmic sorrow and joy,
And universal beauty and pain.
Is through the creative Genius and inspiration of poetry and art.

This rite of passage is taken by each of the six Daughters of Wisdom in Miranda Moondawn's book - Mooniana and Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia.
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Songs of Arcady and Pan

O when do we go a maying
A maying we must go
Whence doth come the joy of spring
And gone the wintry snow...................


When eventide comes if you listen
You can hear the Marsh Reeds whisper,
And the wind that sings the Song of Pan
O'er the fair fields of the Arcadian

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Praise To Hecate.
From Miranda Moondawn


All Praise to Mother Hecate.
Goddess of the Night and the Horned Cresent Moon
All hail to the sister of the Bright Mother.
All hail to the Goddess of Witchcraft and the Nix
All hail to She, WHO is the only one the Thunderer Zeus fears.

All hail to the powers of her Dark ineffable Magicke and Sorcery
Which the Wise calleth Wisdom,
All hail to her priestesses WHO have stored and nurtured that Wisdom
During the Burning Times
And the endless generations of hate, bigotry and fear
Which the one god and his followers have subjected us.

All Praise and Glories to you Dark Goddess of infinite Wisdom
Sophia Nigrans and Sophia Achamoth
Now is the time for your rebirth on the Earth
And the restoration of your sisterhood of Dark and Light Knowledge.
And the return of your hallowed texts and sacred codes.
Your Books of Shadows and your Bibles of Lost Wisdoms.
The great secrets of the ancient Pagan Philosophy

Miranda Moondawn's Poem on Nerthus.........

Nerthus
Divine Mother Earth,
Mediatrix of the Elements
It is she who makes dry and wet
She that makes warm and cold
She that makes hard and soft
She that gives life and takes it,
She that brings heat and cold
And summer and Winter
And autumn and spring.
She is the Bright Mother of all Life
And the Dark Womb wherein all life returns


She is the primordial matrix, the Great Universal Mother,
From her comes our body and soul -
Our blood, our bones, our breath and our spirit,
We are forever in her, begotten from her and inseparably part of her,
And even though nearly all of her children have denied her and forgotten her
Nerthus has not forgotten them
Along with the grape and the corn, she welcomes every living soul into the world
And nurtures and guides them throughout their lives
And at death returns them to the ocean of formless spirit
Where after a long sleep of forgetting, she returns them from the Styx
Again to dwell amongst the living.
And rebegin lifes great and mysterious cycle............
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THE ARGUMENT.............

There is an ancient secret tradition which says that
around 1500 years ago
with the looting by the Christian mob of the ancient library of Alexandria
Many jewels of Mother Wisdom were stolen or lost
Some thought forever.


It was a time when Pagan Philosophy and Gnosis was outlawed as heresy
And had to live on in secret groups and occult societies.
Until the time that it was ready to come to light again.
That time is NOW.

And, after 1500 years, with the dawn of the new millenium,
With the advent of the six Daughters of the Goddess of Wisdom,
Led by Mooniana
The Ancient Wisdoms in those lost sacred books of Gnosis are now being restored.
Hear the wonderful story of how all this is taking place in our new book "Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia---------"

This is not a book which will change the whole world
But it will change the way some of us see and think we know the world.
Mother Earth and the six Daughters Of Lady Wisdom are calling us.
Join us in our quest for the NEW GNOSIS.

The return to the world of the Lost Gospels of Mother Sophia...
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More words of Wisdom from our mad sweet Miranda Moondawn.

The GREAT SECRET of all PHILOSPHY
This is a page about Wisdom and Philosophy
It is a page about Sophia Wisdom-.


Wisdom is the union of heart and head.
Wisdom is the fusion of intelligence and feeling.
Wisdom is the union of the anahata heart chakra and the third eye ajna chakra.
Wisdom is both Imagination and reason
Magic and Science..
Wisdom is both human and divine.
Both Earth and Heaven
Wisdom is the marriage of the soul in the body
The mind and the spirit.
The world of action and that of ideas.........

Wisdom is the subtle eye of the poet and the artiste.
Merged in the vision of the profound mystery of Mother Nature.
Wisdom is that knowing which is beyond all knowledge
Wisdom is that transcendence beyond all religion and faith.
Wisdom is both the sublime and beautiful
The great and the small
The fragile and the glorious
Wisdom is both microcosm and macrocosm
Wisdom is all that is revealed and concealed in ourselves.
And everything around us.
Seek Wisdom and you will find ALL things.
And nothing will be unknown to you.
Not even Wisdom -Sophia- herself.

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"Sometimes, when I go very deep inside myself, so that I almost forget I even exist. I hear a song. It's the most beautiful and haunting song you have ever heard. It reminds me of those songs the Sirens sang in the Greek myths"
"That song is the Earth's song. It is the song of a mother whose children are slowly killing her. It is the song of an immortal Goddess..Who was meant to live forever. But is now about to die........"

From the speech of Ondine, third of the six Siren Muses to her friend Pernille, pages 23-24 from our book "Mooniana and the Secret of the Lost Chronicles of Sophia."

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