LOVE BY THE OUNCE, a Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Here is a poem about love …
LOVE BY THE OUNCE
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett 24 February 2013
We sell our selves down the river by the ounce, not by the pound,
As politicians sell the common good to special interest groups.
Little by little. Principle by principle. Love by tiny hopeful love.
Like a baby crying for its mother
Like a viola longing for a bow
Like the self, fabricating other
As the still stream dreams the raging torrent
As Earth longs for the presence of her children
Like grace, never ending, never known
Here I stand, intent on pursuing my bliss, following my heart, keeping my heart open no matter what polarities I encounter. Speaking of which….
Just yesterday I was parked in a parking lot, writing this piece. The windows of the car were down so I could get the breeze. A woman pulled up next to me. Her windows were down too, and she sat for a while in the car, chatting on a cell phone. That made it hard to concentrate on writing, so I shut my car windows on the side next to her.
Then she got out of her car and stood in front of my car, facing me, talking on the cell. So then I shut my remaining car windows. Then she walked off, into a store, still talking on the cell.
Why did she do all that, I wonder? Was she just unconscious of her physical surroundings? Was she angry that I didn’t want to hear her talking? Unconsciousness and aggression seem to walk hand in hand.
The other day I was driving into Flagstaff, Arizona, with my cat Lucy. It was dark. It was snowing. It was very, very cold outside. I was exhausted. My cat was complaining – she wanted her Motel 6 and her Friskies dinner – now! She climbed into the back seat and relieved her bladder – not in the litter box – but on the floor of the car.
As the smell of urine filled the car, I realized I had a few choices – I could get angry and aggressive. I could love the little cat anyway, unconditionally. Pull into a gas station. Buy some more cat litter to absorb the problem. Not react.
I pulled into a gas station, struggling with the choices laid before me. And what do you know, right there in the gas station parking lot, on the exact spot where I parked, was one of the most amazing energy vortices I’ve ever encountered.
On to another story….
GROUP ‘OUGHT TO’
Last weekend I was on spiritual retreat. One of the folks in the group kept accosting me – tried four times to pigeonhole me into doing selfless service for the group. In reticent East-Coast style, I attempted this excuse and that, tried concentrating on keeping my heart open even though I felt as if I were under attack. But she kept coming back and pressing her case.
During the fourth go-round, I finally realized the issue wouldn’t go away unless I laid my cards on the table. So when she – inevitably – came back again, I explained that I really don’t enjoy selfless service in the form of manual labor.
I can’t say red carpets were rolled out for me because of that declaration. Who knows, maybe the group will cast me out for nonconformity. But what are my choices in situations such as this? To follow my bliss, yes? Keep my heart open. Or to succumb to the will of the group. Aargh!
MEN AND WOMEN
As I go through the process of clearing the all-pervading issue of the victim-aggressor mental filter, it has become crystal clear to me how differently men treat women, as compared to other men. As women in Western culture, we get no respect. Men expect us to defer to them.
Comparing ourselves to impossible billboards, we women don’t respect ourselves, either. Not at all.
But as we begin to retrieve our soul memories (1), all this will change radically. We women will remember who we really are – eternal, pure and priceless souls, hearts that touch infinity. We’ll remember all our deeds of valor – as brave souls sometime in female form, sometimes in male form – for the sake of humanity, in the name of the all that is one. We’ll truly know our own greatness. In the moment that happens, the world as we know it is turned on edge, and all the jibes, belittlement, and character slurs of those still slumbering will not matter in the least. In vision and upliftment of heart, we will light the way for New Earth.
I might say the same of men … for, in this time of transition, many have lost their way, forgotten their worth, found their dreams turned to nightmares and their ambitions dashed. On the other hand, I see by the Lucas2012infos blog (2), that as men begin to remember their true greatness, the true nature of their souls and their being, they are well on their way to revamping the finance, government, and economy of New Earth.
As, for both men and women, soul memories begin to unfold, we will begin to discover joy everywhere. It will light our ever-widening path, put a spring our step, a smile on our lips, and a song in our hearts. Peace and harmony will be the norm. Drugs will be gone; violence a thing of the distant past, so improbable as to be dismissed altogether. Poverty and hunger will be a footnote in the ancient history books – something our great-grandchildren won’t even be able to conceive as possible. Life will be good, and getting even better, day by day.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
(1) I personally found Judy’s “New Jersey Event – January 25, 2013,” very helpful in activating soul memory. Her blog has seen quite a changeup; I am not sure whether it still might be found there, but if not, maybe you could contact her to find out if it is available … https://www.ascensionlibrary.org/ ..
I still vividly remember the morning I went out to the backyard to let the pullets out of the chicken coop and found they had all crowded against each other during the night’s thunderstorm and had suffocated each other. I remember mom’s disgusted reaction, “I swear, chickens don’t have the brains God gave green apples!”
The thing that terrified me even more about the chickens was that, back when they were still alive, if one got a cut on it, and the others saw blood, they would pick on the wounded chicken till they had killed it. Aargh!
I have been wondering how groups will be transformed in the new dime…. How will they avoid that chicken stuff?
I have talked a little, in the past, about the Unconscious Thought Cloud of the World. Every group has its Unconscious Thought Cloud too – a minor version of the big enchilada. At one time or another, we’ve all felt the pain of being censured by a group. Sometimes we even get kicked out of a group for being ‘different.’ Most likely, the problem was, our thought cloud was too out of synch with the group’s thought cloud.
I am reminded of a passage in “Clan of the Cave Bear” (1), a fictional account of Neanderthal life, which I paraphrase here: The members of the Clan of the Cave Bear thought that a shaman could place a death curse on a clan member, by calling upon demons. This death curses made it real for all members of the clan, that the cursed person was dead. They could see him, but they thought he was a ghost. They were prohibited from speaking to him, just as if he didn’t exist. Everyone grieved him. No one gave him food. What happened to people so cursed? Some walked away, never to be seen again. But most just stopped drinking and eating, and so just wasted away. Because these ostracized people also believed in the death curse, they fulfilled the curse through their own actions.
This description strikes a chord in ancient memory. Perhaps, in the days when mankind had group consciousness, like animals, but not individuated consciousness, like men of today, ostracism by a tribe might have been a death sentence – not because of physical want, but because of psychological trauma. The ostracized person literally ‘thought’ himself to death. Maybe, after all these aeons, humanity still retains deep-seated fear of ostracism in the collective unconscious mind.
VICTIM-AGGRESSOR MENTAL FILTER
Lately, with the help of Judy Satori’s CD “Healing the Pain,” (2), I have been clearing my aura of the aggressor-victim mental filter. I’ve been more or less appalled to find the paradigm underlies the entire 3D phenomenon. Specifically, the male-female setup perpetuates the paradigm. Here i paraphrase a quote on this topic by Matthew Ward …
It was because women were considered inferior to men that Earth descended in density from 5D to 3D. Karma works like this: In one incarnation, a Soul would incarnate as oppressed, in female form. In the next incarnation, the Soul would incarnate as oppressor, in male form. This would happen over and over again, lifetime after lifetime. (3)
I agree with Matthew about this. Lifetime after lifetime, we choose incarnations as man or woman. As women, we suffer subjugation and domination by men. Then the coin flips – we’re incarnated as a man – and it’s our turn to subjugate and dominate women and weaker men. Does this sound like a hell world to you? It does to me.
But beneath this pain-fraught show lies another, more sombre play. For 100,000 years now, and maybe even before that, I’ve read, a myriad of archons have mined the human spirit, replacing love, joy and peace – our birthrights – with hatred, fear, and sadness. Masters of telepathy, though only ‘shades’ themselves, the archons have engineered these negative emotions into the human subconscious mind so as to feed on them. It’s been death by a thousand tiny cuts, inflicted as we sleep. Yes, we live long enough to reproduce. But our reprogrammed emotions have led us to self-destructive behaviors that shorten our noble lifespan. In this sense, we all – man, woman, and child – carry archonic scars – as victims, dominated by the will of the dark ones; enslaved, injured, disempowered.
To the extent we can recover power for ourselves – that power men wrest from women; that power groups wring from the individual; that power with which the Unconscious Thought Cloud of the World unwittingly smothers those with awareness and conscious thought — we’ve been behaving as if we ourselves were archons – dominating, injuring, and disempowering those weaker than us.
Finally, after all these aeons, The Shift has taken place, and the archons are losing their power over us forever. At this point in time, they are only able to attack those whose aura is diminished by use of recreational and psychotropic pharmaceutical drugs, alcohol, or a very heavy load of karmic miasmic distortion. The rest of us are still stuck with karmic miasmic distortions we picked up in the past, but for us, the dark ones are no longer adding fuel to the fire every night.
It is a little like being a beautiful silver chalice, only with a little tarnish on it. Once we polish it up, it will shine like new. So, once our light bodies are cleared of the current distortions, we will once and forever shed these roles of aggressor and victim. In their place shall stand universal friendliness, respect for others, joy in pursuing our bliss, and set like a morning star before the course we walk – unconditional love.
Peace to all!
In love and light,
I Am of the Stars
(1) See … Book Citation: “Clan of the Cave Bear” by Jean M. Auel.
I have been revising a Soul contract recently, using Peggy Black’s (2) words, which I paraphrase here …
We two had a Soul contract once, but now it is ended. With these words I bless you. With these words I release you from that Soul contract.
And I have been using Judy Satori’s CD “Heal the Pain” (3) to clear issues of domination and victimization from past lifetimes. It has been a rocky road for the past week. Seems like everyone I meet or even think of triggers a response regarding these issues.
When I read the title of Amara Tia Ann’s conversation with Isis, “Soul Contract vs Free Will – Goddess Isis,” (4) I thought: “Oh gosh, suppose Isis says we can’t change our Soul contracts?” Funny reaction, huh? And my relief was very great on hearing Isis’ empowering response.
“With the old Deities has it long since come to an end:- and verily, a good joyful Deity-end had they!
“They did not ‘twilight’ themselves to death – that do people fabricate! On the contrary, they- laughed themselves to death once on a time!
“That took place when the ungodliest utterance came from a God himself- the utterance: ‘There is but one God! you shall have no other gods before me!’-
“-An old grim-beard of a God, a jealous one, forgot himself in such wise:-
“And all the gods then laughed, and shook upon their thrones, and exclaimed: “Is it not just divinity that there are gods, but no God?”
“He that has an ear let him hear.-” (1)
Who is this one god, anyway? How dare he take our place in heaven? Do we not co-create with the infinite? How far have we sunk, that we forget the very nature of our being?
THE GREAT FORGETTING
The poet Adrienne Rich wrote a poem with this sentiment in it (to paraphrase): When we were born, we forgot our origins. We could no longer remember what we needed to. There was no hint how to remember that very important information. In this way, we were stripped of our birthright, torn from our mother’s womb, separated from the feminine, and from our very essence. The chorus of the world throbs and throbs … like the whine of tiny flying insects, this sound is meaningless. (2)
Thanks to all that is – the tide has turned! So here we are, on the verge of remembering, on the verge of creating a completely new vision of Earth. Our choices are many.
In “At Delphi,” the poet May Sarton wrote a poem, a portion of which I paraphrase here: We have choices in life. We can choose to be peaceful or to be warlike. Or we may instead choose a balance of these forces. We can choose to be violent; or we can choose to be gentle. We can choose to be disciplanarian, or to be more human and understanding. While we are all listeners, we all stand alone. (3)
So then, why do we listen? To whom? Who are we? Are we all alone? Could it be we are not alone, but we are not, as so commonly is supposed, among other people either? That the good opinion of others, which is held so dear by so many, in the broader perspective counts for naught? Is as worthless as a grain of sand on the vast shore of life? Is this possible?
WALKING WITH GOD
In “Homeric Gods,” Otto offers a description, which I paraphrase: Ancient Greeks offered us a way of seeing things as Divine. It is they who offered us a chance to envision the Divine, not as something separate from us, not just the rare mystical experience, but as the experience of everyday life, what we perceive, moment by moment, through the senses. (4)
God walks with us in daily life. Every step we take, the Divine takes with us. Everything we see, good or bad, God weaves into the fibre of our being. God’s intent is single: That the fabric of our lives should bring about our Great Remembering … Who we are, who we have always been, why we walk here on Earth, what our life mission is, to whom we are partnered among celestial beings, and the beauty of That formless form loving us with each breath.
May thy choices be infinite, thy focus cosmically wise, and thy path be lit by the Love-filled lamp of instantaneous, certain knowing. Blessed be thy day!
CHELYABINSK HAS A LONG HISTORY OF NUCLEAR CONTAMINATION
With a minimum of injury to us humans, the shock wave of the meteorite over Chelyabinsk cleansed and healed the scar wrought on this beautiful region of Earth by mankind’s nuclear contamination experiments and mistakes. Here’s the story:
METEORITE HITS RUSSIAN URALS
Excuse me, did I or did I not read on Space Weather … https://www.spaceweather.com … just last night that this meteorite — not to worry — would have no effect on earth, even if it exploded? And so now I hear that the meteorite that hit Russia this morning is just a small little precursor of the object that’s supposed to unobtrusively wend its way over Russia – well within the range of earth-circling satellites – later today? So what happened here? …
The meteorites that fell in Chelyabinsk smashed window glass in buildings in that region. As a result, many peoples suffered glass cuts. Fortunately, no one had serious injuries. (1)
CHELYABINSK HAS A LONG HISTORY OF NUCLEAR CONTAMINATION
Since the 1940s, the Chelyabinsk region has been the focus of nuclear research. For instance, the Chelyabinsk-70 nuclear facility was located at some distance from the city of that name. In 1957 there was a nuclear accident at a Mayak, a plant that was reprocessing nuclear fuel. This caused deaths in the region, but not the city. Until 1992, foreigners could not visit the province, aside from a medical team from Britain that visited in the 1980s because of a train explosion incident. (2)
The ETs from beyond the Aldebaran gate have noticed that we humans suffer from a foreshortened perspective regarding our own lives, the state of the planet, and our many friends and caretaker helpers in other realms.
Let’s prove them wrong by connecting the dots here! We live in a loving universe. Those great beings in that other universe, beyond the Aldebaran stargate, are our friends and helpers as well. More so than we know. They are here now, beings of love and light, of vast wisdom and great joy, to help us get on our feet as the newest members of the Christed star worlds.