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+..guitar music! +..Electro +..experimental Pentastar: In The Style of Demons by Earth + COSMIC SESSIONS by autotectonic + Polish Night Music by David Lynch & Marek Zebrowski No one knew it then but the high point of the evening had passed, and the remainder was a tedious, painful monotony as Bertha struggled to live up to the thunderbolt she had hurled. During the next hour she called each member of the group to her side, and gave them one by one some spiritual message, some word of comfort, or blessing, from Sananda. She took another break. About 10:30 p.m. she resumed her position on the couch, but only empty phrases, tediously repeated, came from her mouth. “And the blessings of Sananda, on these precious, precious, precious [repeated eleven times] . . . precious sibets . . . and so it is, so be it, be it so, forever and ever, and ever [fourteen times] . . . and ever.” During the break at midnight she was visibly discouraged, and tentatively suggested to Mrs. Ke...

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