Once Upon a Time

Once upon a time,

The Source of All That Is, the one who is named God, created the heavenly realms and a small beautiful planet called Earth.

Then God invited extraordinary beings from far-away lands of the universe to come and live on newly-created Earth.

God called those brave souls humans, and they chose to leave the comfort and familiarity of their homes and travel great distances to this strange soil.

After the humans were settled into their new planetary home,

God decreed three things:

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1.  Earth will have abundant resources to give every single human who lived there food, clothing and shelter forever and ever.

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2.  All life forms on Earth shall live in peace and harmony and love all who dwell there.

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.3.  Humans shall have free will

Trust God that all fairy tales can come true

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Days Gone By

Boom or gloom?  A drive through the back country roads and small towns in Saskatchewan, Canada, would suggest that life here is far from booming, which is in stark contrast to media reports of a growing economy with potash mines opening up in several places and immigration from provinces like Alberta and British Columbia picking up at an increasing rate.  What I hear on the radio is one thing, but what I see with my own eyes is something completely different.

Wherever I drive, there are abandoned farm houses, tilting metal silos and rusty obsolete farm equipment lying in the tall untouched prairie grass that is the backdrop of many yard sites.  Fields of grain or grazing cattle replace the driveways and private family backyards which once brought life to the land.

Most of the farmland is still being worked primarily with wheat, canola, barley, and lentils, and of course, cattle, but the trend is for families to now enjoy the benefits of an urban lifestyle in cities like Saskatoon and Regina with owners driving daily to the farm to look after the animals and crops.  As a result, what were once beautiful old homesteads and well-maintained barns are now crumbling reminders of days gone by.

I was told by an official from one Regional Municipality that the number of working farms in his south central district alone decreased from 300 to a mere 90 in the last five to ten years.  Evidence of a diminishing country way of life can easily be seen in the small towns and villages that dot the countryside along the highways of Saskatchewan.

On some farm acreages, the only reminders of another way of life are the antiquated wooden grain elevators that still stand proudly but alone in the fields.

One prominent reminder of days gone by is the number of antique cars and trucks that can be seen lining the grassy fields and dilapidated barns.   People in this province have an obvious fascination with and respect for this part of their heritage.

One local farmer told me “To wreck an old car is the same as wrecking an old farmhouse – there’s just too much history to destroy and then it’s gone forever.”  There are numerous antique car shows, auctions and car dealers that buy and sell these old relics and actually make a living doing it.  Most of the cars and trucks here in Saskatchewan get refurbished and recycled until sometime down the road these clunkers reach their final resting place in a forgotten prairie burial ground.

But with all the gloominess aside, there leaves only this.

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Tunnel of Pain

Another low-pressure weather system, another sick headache.  During my younger years, I believed the pain in my head was a brain tumor, as it was so intense.  In my middle years, I called it a migraine because I didn’t know what else to call it.  Recently, my doctor called the pain occipital neuralgia.  Humm…is that what it is?

Regardless of the label, this chronic pain has plagued me since a serious car accident in 1972.  Despite all my experiences with numerous physical therapies and holistic treatments, I continue to experience this pain, even this morning when I woke up at 5 o’clock in agony at which time I popped a Tylenol 3 and two valerian root tablets into my mouth and went back to bed in what others who suffer from this pain will appreciate as “survival mode.”  It is not often that I feel like journaling or doing anything during the crippling pain, but today, I had enough.

Angels, it feels like there are two things going on—one, low-pressure high humidity, and the other, chronic subluxation in my neck.  I don’t believe for one minute that I have to go through the rest of my life having this pain and discomfort.  All these things are only triggers, but they are not the cause.  I would like to talk today about how I can transmute the pain into good health.  What do you see as the cause of the pain?

Organic factors with many triggers.  You are well aware of the various triggers and have over the years worked with them to lessen the severity of this problem, or as you call it “my cross to bear.”  We would suggest that you eliminate that thought from your consciousness.  Problems only become problems when you label them.

Well, the problem has been going on for over forty years.

And maybe you formulated that thought over forty years ago and have now created this reality.

You mean stop owning it, stop the thought that is manifesting into pain.

Yes.  Whenever you say “my pain” or “my this or that”, you are making it yours, like a call to the universe to continue giving the experience to you.  So eliminating that expression from your vocabulary as well as from your internal dialogue would help pave the way to dis-owning the problem. 

So what is causing the pain—“organic factors” you said?

There are many factors that constitute this chronic pain.  But the most important factor is one of programming.  You have been training your mind for over forty years to accept the belief that whenever any one of these organic factors is present in your life, the brain will then send the green-light signal to the body, that is, the neck and head, to experience the pain yet again.  This chronic programming must be interrupted before any healing can occur with the various methods that you presently apply because they are not addressing the programming, only the organic factors.

By “organic factors” you mean arthritis, nerve damage, spinal subluxation problems, bad weather, toxins settling in the neck, etc.

Yes.  This is correct, and you are well aware of these organic factors.  But it’s the mental programming that has not changed.  Think of it this way.  A young child starts crying for no apparent reason.  You go to the child, comfort her by holding her in your arms, telling her “it’s all right”, rocking her back and forth, etc.  But when you ask “Why are you crying?  Are you hurt?”, the child will say “No” and proceed to explain why she started to cry—usually because someone did something she didn’t like or she didn’t get her way.  But nothing physical was done to her to cause the crying.  You see, the child has been programmed to cry to get attention.  When the parental love and affection has been lacking, or worse does not exist, the young child knows that she can have this love and affection when she starts crying.  She has unconsciously programmed herself, but there are no physical factors present to precipitate the crying.

So I’m not sure I get the analogy here and how it relates to this occipital neuralgia.

A child’s life is never perfect.  The love and affection is not always there 100 percent of the time whenever she wants it.  So she creates the best situation by which she can get it—crying.

I understand that but still don’t see the connection to what we’re talking about—my neck and head pain.  Ooops, “the neck and head pain.”  Are you saying I’ve created this pain as a way of getting something in my life?

Not exactly, more of an illustration of how a mind can be programmed subconsciously in a negative way.  The child programs herself to cry to get love and affection.  You have programmed your mind to accept pain and discomfort because it’s a full moon, or a low-pressure system, or high humidity, or your neck is out, etc.—all organic factors with a mental programming cause.

Okay, I think I get it.  The child has taught herself to cry because she believes she needs more love and affection.  I’ve taught myself to have neck and head pain because I believe it is caused by bad weather or a full moon, etc.

Yes, now you’re getting it.  And have you not noticed that over the last few years there seems to be more triggers than ever?

Yes, I have.  I just figured it was because I’m getting older.  It seems like everything can trigger this migraine-like pain.  What are you getting at?

Because you have never understood the real reason for the pain when it began, you have spent most of your life trying to find not only the cause but also the cure.  You have made the causal factors very complicated and multi-faceted through your attempts to justify why it is happening and you say to yourself “Maybe it’s this” or “perhaps that is causing,” etc. and over time have convinced yourself that it is indeed true.  But when you think you’ve found a cure for this or that cause and it doesn’t work, you continue your search for the cause.  But you also say to yourself “This must be a factor also”, and guess what, you have created another factor that triggers the pain, but forty years ago you believed there was only one—a whiplash.

So you’re saying that my search for a cause for the pain has actually created more triggers.

Yes, just as a child searches for more love and affection by trying other factors when crying doesn’t produce the desired results.

So I initially blamed a bad whiplash for causing this pain, but when treatments over the years didn’t alleviate it, I actually attracted other causes in my life out of my belief that the whiplash wasn’t the cause.  Then it must be hormonal, then the full moon, then putting my neck out by doing something stupid, etc.  And now I have so many causal factors that I continue to have pain for more reasons.

Yes.  (pause)

I’m missing something here.  I understand how I’ve created more underlying factors in my search for answers, but what is the root cause?

There is currently no root cause, just a continuation of causal factors producing the effect of pain.

Wait a minute!  You’re saying there was no cause?

We’re saying there is presently no cause.

But there used to be a cause.  What was that?  I didn’t decide forty years ago to just start having migraines.

The cause has long passed.

Come on!  I’m now having a hard time believing all this.

Good.  You’re resisting what you’re learning about yourself.  This means you are getting closer to healing the issue if you continue the dialogue and not push these ideas away.

So if I put the pen down and go make myself a cup of tea because I’ve suddenly decided that’s what I want and I didn’t want it five minutes ago, you’re telling me I’m resisting knowing more and possibly healing this chronic issue of pain?

Yes, that is what we are saying.  But you have a choice—to make tea or continue writing.

I’m really feeling the need for tea.

How does your neck feel right now?

I can’t say better but can say that something has changed.

Can you identify the change or describe it.

Well, the pain is still there, but it feels strangely freer.

The energy is moving.

I’ll act dumb.  What energy?

We are breaking through the programming.  You’ve created the energy of pain over the years, and this energy is starting to move, or breakup, if you like.

Oh gawd, this is complicated!

More resistance.  Do you still want to make tea?

Is this a test?

No, it is healing.  (pause)  How do you feel?

I’m suddenly very cold.  I just had a shiver and I know it’s not cold in here because I’m roasting almonds in my RV oven.  The energy’s moving, right?

Yes.  You have wonderful understanding of the healing process and that’s why you are breaking through your own resistance because you know you have to to heal this chronic programmed pain.

You know, I’m feeling better and better—still some stiffness, but much improved since starting to write almost an hour ago.

It’s all about programming—chronic programming—how you’ve snookered yourself into accepting pain as an experience when there is no longer a physical cause.  There was a root cause many years ago, but your mind has accepted the belief in continued pain and, as a result, has created pain-body energy to prove your belief system.  You know how this works, but your resistance has prevented you from seeing how it has worked in your own body, only in the bodies of others were you willing to acknowledge this pain phenomenon.

I continue to feel better.  Glad I didn’t take a break and make a stupid cup of tea.  It all makes sense.  If arthritis is the cause for this pain, for example, and other people have the same degree of arthritis in the neck, they don’t experience pain like this.  And I don’t have the pain all the time even though the arthritis is there constantly.

You have finally reached a point in your life when you are unwilling to accept pain as your experience.  You have reached the end of your rope with it, so to speak.

I find myself wanting to ask what happens now.  Where do I go from here now that I’ve finally come to some understanding of what I’ve been doing to myself all these years?

Now you begin a process of reprogramming.  You just broke through the old programming and now you need to create healthier thoughts systems for yourself.  This is how all diseased conditions can be reversed in any body regardless of the degree of degeneration.  You know this.

Can you help me with that?

We are so glad you asked, for to not ask for help is to continue resisting.  Here’s the deal—whenever you hear yourself say, for example, “We’re getting close to a full moon.  I always have trouble with my neck at that time.  I think I retain fluids just like Mother Earth and her rising tides and this puts pressure on the damaged nerves in my neck that were caused by the whiplash”, stop your thought process.

Wow!  I do say that to myself.  That’s a lot of contributing factors in one sentence.  I even named one the “full-moon syndrome.”  I’ve created a lot of scenarios to justify and perpetuate pain in my body.

Yes, and how are you feeling now?

Better and better.  I’m hungry for the first time since I woke up this morning.  I want to continue with this.

So getting back to your thoughts about the pain, basically say something different.  Do not accept your mind’s hypothesis about the neck and head pain.  In the beginning with this process of reprogramming, say a contradictory phrase like “The coming full moon has nothing to do with any neck pain that I have experienced in the past.”   Then after you have made contradictory statements many times for each causal factor that you have created, it should be sufficient reprogramming.  Then if an unhealthy thought continues to enter your mind, dismiss it.  If one in particular persists, go back to making contradictory statements about it for a while and then dismiss the causal factor thought.  In time if you practice this reversal technique, there will be no causal factors in your life anymore and you will no longer experience any neck and head pain.  But this won’t happen overnight.  It’s taken forty years to create them all; it will take some time to reprogram them.  But not another forty years, we can assure you, now that you understand.

I do understand, and for the first time in a long time I feel I have a light at the end of the long dark tunnel of pain.   I realize that I have to work at this.  I can’t let this “ahaa moment” slip by and not do anything about it in the future, for to do so would be to continue not only resisting but also perpetuating the pain.  I get it.  I really get it.  Thank you so much for this insight.

You’re most welcome.  The insight was there all along, however; you just chose to resist it.  The reasons why are unimportant at this point, and to look at that would not be productive for you.  It doesn’t matter why you “did this to yourself” because the “why” happened forty years ago.  The “why” has no relevance in your life presently.  The only thing that is important to you now is the reprogramming techniques that you need to apply to reverse this psychosomatic condition.

So have I really got it?

How do you feel?

Sooo much better.  My sick headache is completely gone.  I do get it.  Now can I go make a cup of tea?

Savour the flavour.  You deserve it.

Thank you so much

You are most welcome.

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A Prairie Thing

Move over ‘Newfie’.  Whether departing the confines of Smoking Tent or feeling exhausted after a long drive to finally reach Climax, one thing is certain—Saskatchewan just may be the best province or Territory in Canada for unique place names.

A person can travel from Cadillac to Kandahar or from Girvin to Mervin, spend a day communing with nature on Nut Mountain, Onion Lake, or Carrot River, get married and have a romantic honeymoon in Love, spend the rest of your life in Livelong or Young, pick yourself up from a way-too-long blue funk by moving the family from Wartime or Shackleton to Smiley or Unity, make a huge life decision in Major, Choiceland, or Cando, spend the winter in Summerberry or the summer in Winter or Burr, start a business in Success, Reward, or Bounty, live like a king or queen in Imperial, Star City, or Paradise Hill, spend the night brushing your teeth in Colgate, listen to classical music in Mozart, quench your thirst in Drinkwater, or even sip a cup of tea in Earl Grey.

Some towns purposely flaunt their unique names; for example, no one can miss the big sign an hour’s drive due west of Saskatoon that reads “New York is Big, But This is Biggar.”  Whether you are of masculine gender and want to visit Beverly, Francis, Mildred, Margo, Laura or Nora, or a woman who would like to linger in Leoville, Scott, Kyle, Bruno, Allan, Ralph, or Theodore, a person will have a good chuckle at the road signs to any destination in Saskatchewan but will likely have to wait for a date in Findlater.

Last weekend I drove to a small community called Elbow which leans on the eastern shores of Lake Diefenbaker north of Moose Jaw and just south of Eyebrow, a community that appears to be plucked out of the vast prairie landscape.  My purpose for going there was simple—I was missing the sea.  It had been over eight months since I set foot on the familiar fine sand of Crescent Beach in Lunenburg County, Nova Scotia, before my departure to Arizona last fall, my last embrace with the salty cool breeze, the warm squeaky white sand beneath my bare feet, and the soothing healing energy of the Atlantic Ocean.

Are we there yet?

I must be honest—when I first arrived in Saskatchewan, I seriously questioned my sanity regarding my decision to come to such a flat, desert like, and desolate-looking environment.  The long drive from the US border to Craik, Saskatchewan, was not only arduous on the poorly maintained secondary roads with their potholes and broken pavement but also in stark contrast to the rolling hills, lush pastureland, and snow-capped mountains of Utah, Idaho, and Montana.  But once I saw the water’s edge in Elbow, I felt as though I were right back on the shores of the Atlantic—my new home away from home.

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Options

“You are feeling overwhelmed not because you do not have any options but because you have more options than you are willing to acknowledge.”  Ouch!  Those words stung a little.  Okay, a lot.  But they were very wise words spoken to me by a friend a year ago when I was beginning the process of a major life change.

At the time I didn’t believe that her wisdom held any meaning for me.  After all, nobody knows my life better than I do–right?  But when I gave myself permission to accept and trust her honest perspective, I began to see and understand the choices that were lying at my feet all along.  Until then, I felt confused by what my future could possibly hold and was held captive by fearful thoughts about change, a fear of the unknown.  This prevented me from taking a step in any direction, and I remained stuck in a rut for a very long time complaining about my life to anyone who would listen.

Change can be difficult; there’s no doubt about that.  But it seems to me that we’re the ones who make it that way.  It is not change itself that is such a challenge; it is finding the courage and motivation to take those first few steps and trusting that the universe will support the decision.  Once the options are examined and a verdict is made and acted upon, the actual process of change can be very exhilarating and empowering, a satisfying feeling of really starting to make things happen and creating movement from what I had been calling “a drowning place.”

Human brains are hard wired to seek the comfort and security of the familiar, and as a result, most times people choose to stay where they are, even if it makes them unhappy.  It just seems like too big a deal to embrace a new experience with no certainty that the chosen future will take them to a healthier, freer and more fulfilling situation.   Fear has a way of creeping insidiously into the consciousness stuffing minds with doubtful and unconstructive thoughts like “What if I fail?”  “What if I’m making the wrong decision?”  “What am I going to do for money when I get there?” “I don’t know anyone; I’ll be lonely.”  “I can’t do this on my own.”  “Who’s going to help me?”  “I’m giving up everything I’ve worked for here.” “I can’t afford…It won’t work out…What’s there for me…How will I……”  And on and on the internal dialogue creates a heyday in the wilderness of the vulnerable mind.  The torment is always in the head, not the heart.

There are two ways that change can happen.  Life can force a person to change through circumstances that appear to be beyond personal control, or a person can exercise free will, examine the available options, make a decision, and take the first step towards change.  When I was in that fearful place last year, I kept asking myself why I found it so difficult to get something going in my life.  For a long time I also couldn’t understand why God and my angels didn’t seem to be helping me.  I prayed all the time asking for guidance and direction to move forward.

As writing over the last several years has been a way for me to communicate with my angels to heal most issues in my life, I started to dialogue with them in my journal.  Here are some excerpts:

I don’t feel the freedom or the connection to anything, including myself.

When you don’t like something, you avoid it.

Meaning me?

Meaning the value in your life. You see no value in your life.

I’m lost, aren’t I?

You’re misdirected. Direct yourself to what is important to you. What do you want?

That’s the problem; I don’t know.

Then you can’t take direction and we can’t help you. Spend some time deciding what you want and then focus on it. That is all you need to do.

After that dialogue, I followed my angels’ advice and made a comparative list of my wants and not wants.  I knew that I wanted to feel love and acceptance, fulfillment, abundance, joy and freedom of expression, but my list seemed so surreal that any decisions about change left me spinning my wheels again.  A useful exercise for me was drawing a line down the center of a sheet of paper.   The column on the left was headed “Want” and the column on the right “Don’t Want”.  I proceeded to search within myself for answers as I spilled my guts on that one intimidating sheet of paper.

When I was finished, there were only four lines of “want’s” and a page and a half of “don’t want’s”.  It was quite obvious at that moment that I had no vision for myself and came to the conclusion that my angels were helping me see that I didn’t know exactly what I wanted.  I found it was easier to talk about what wasn’t working than I did talking about any decisions for change.  If I didn’t know where I was going, how could I expect even the spirit world to help me get anywhere?  And of course, the fearful internal dialogue wasn’t helping my cause, and there was lots of that.  Back to my journal and more dialogue:

I’m having difficulty visualizing my wants and feeling that they are obtainable.

It’s up to you to fulfill your commitment to yourself here.  Make it real in your mind’s eye in whatever way that works for you.  The more you see, the more you be.

Why do I find it so difficult to make a decision for myself?

Decision making is a skill, and you were never taught that.  So—write it down. Lay it out.  You develop the decision-making skill first by writing down all your options even if they seem preposterous, then looking at your list, and deciding the best route—what resonates with you.  This is easy.  Over time you learn that you don’t have to write it down anymore because you can do the same thing in your head.  The skill has developed to a point that very little ground work is needed to arrive at your decision.  It becomes almost an intuitive process in time—you just know what to do.  So spend some time looking at your options.  And you do have options–you’re just torn as to how to choose between them.  All options at this point are good because any one will get you moving.  But you need to be clear on only one.  The process of figuring it out in your head right now is too difficult for you.  It is like running the Boston marathon tomorrow when you’ve been on a couch all winter, if you get our drift.

I get your drift.

Make this decision in training—write it down.  Other people do not have to do this because they’ve developed the skill.  But when something big comes up in their lives and they have to make an important and difficult decision, many people revert back to the training in their earlier lives and write it all out so they can see clearly the good and the not-so-good about each option.  It’s too difficult and complicated a decision to do it all in their heads.    You are faced with the biggest decision in your life and you have very little skill development in the field of decision making.

So my decision to take this journey in my RV first to Arizona for the winter and now to Saskatchewan for the summer was part of this process and the only option that fully resonated with me.  This adventure has so far been the best decision of my life and has taught me many things.

The biggest lesson has been to let go of the worry about what the future could possibly bring, to trust my intuition to guide me to the next step, and to live in the moment knowing that each experience and every person I meet will hold something special for me.  Freedom has been a long time in the making.  This journey has also taught me to enjoy the spontaneity that I have allowed myself and to acknowledge and gratefully accept the guidance and support of the Source of all life and to trust that Divine guidance will always be there because it always has been.

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Strange, or is it?

Antelope Medicine

During one of my renditions singing “Home on the Range” while driving in northern Montana, I laid down some rubber on the asphalt when a herd of antelope appeared out of nowhere and crossed the road directly in front of me.  With my adrenalin immediately rising up, no time to decide which way to swerve, and antelope all over the road, the only action I could take was to blow my horn.  As if the herd’s decision was already being implemented, half the herd went left into the fields and the other half darted right.  Every one of these graceful fleeting animals was spared from injury, which is still a miracle to me knowing how close some of them were to my bumper.  This was the first time in my return journey to Canada that I witnessed animals so close to the highway, and I knew that the incident held some spiritual significance for me.

Thanks for the warning, but yikes, don't play on the road.

Later that evening, I Googled “antelope medicine.”  According to Native American spiritual tradition, antelope bring medicine to people “who need to learn to use their senses to hone-in on the issues at hand and know that a higher purpose is being asked of them for which they were placed on the earth in the first place.  Antelope people learn to use their senses to take action . . right now! The timeliness of my medicine from the antelope was not yet apparent but would become obvious as my journey continued.  In the meantime, I didn’t sing the song for the rest of the day’s driving for fear that I somehow attracted them with the words.

Creeped Out at Walmart

With the antelope incident long forgotten, I arrived at the Walmart in Havre, Montana, shortly after noon.  Since I had been fighting a headache all morning, I decided to park at the far end of the ‘Walmart slant’ along a grassy field away from the noise of the nearby highway, the railway tracks, and busy shoppers.  It was a very quiet location and made me feel as if I had a backyard to myself for a change.  I then had a long nap in blistering heat with most of my RV windows open and only the screen door closed.  But before resting, I noticed a small green pickup truck parked at the far end of the parking lot in an area by itself, assumed it to be one of the employees’ vehicles, and thought no more about it.

Calm before the storm in Havre, Montana

After my much-needed nap, I then noticed that the same truck had moved to a spot beside me.  There was a rather odd-looking man puttering about the truck and wandering near my trailer.  It became obvious to me that this man had been in the parking lot most of the time that I arrived and would have been aware of my moves in and out of the trailer and the store.  There seemed to be no purpose to his presence, and I became increasingly uncomfortable with his meandering near me.

With the sun now disappearing behind some of Montana’s golden wheat-filled hills and the light of the day becoming dimmer, I felt the hairs on the back of my neck tingle, which has always been my cue to take notice of something.  I then heard an inner voice say “Get out of here, now!  No time to eat.  You need to leave now.”  Within five minutes, my supper was put on hold in the sink, everything was packed up, and I was pulling away from the Walmart store relieved to have averted a possible unpleasant experience.  The $40-a-night camping fee at Havre’s only overnight RV stop was extravagant but was the price I didn’t mind paying for a few hours of security and peace of mind.  It was then that I remembered the antelope’s message and the herd’s abrupt appearance in my life.

Pie in the Sky

During my approach from the south to Great Falls, Montana, the day before, I was distracted by an object in the sky above me.

How could anyone not notice this?

I scanned the rest of the sky to discover at least five or six of these objects hovering above  in an area of heavy chemtrails (for an explanation of chemtrails, see below).  10 minutes later in the Walmart parking lot, the disc-shaped objects were still in the same place in the sky, but most of the clouds had reshaped themselves.

For more information on chemtrails, please view

For additional information on off-planet visitors, please check out  www.openminds.tv

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Home on the Range

Oh give me a home

Where the buffalo roam

And the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day

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