Filmed on 2 October 2014; published on 30 November 2015
- VIDEO BY ALICE
- SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
- “Leviathan,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
Image: “Blue Whale Tail Fluke Diving Balaenoptera musculus,” by “Mike” Michael L. Baird, 29 July 2010, https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9f/Blue_whale_tail.JPG ..
These days, what with the Incoming Light and the M-class solar flares, there is a lot of subconscious cleansing and Soul clearing going on here on Earth. Also clearing from the noosphere, and from the collective consciousness of humankind, are deep cellular memories, including memories of instinctual primate behavior (a topic well worth a thoughtful glance at this moment) …
This can lead to troubled sleep, even nightmares sometimes, as the clearing process can quite naturally increase our physical, mental and emotional stress, often without our even noticing it, and give rise to a low-level feeling of anxiety.
At least, I have found that to be so. I thought I would offer you a poem I wrote some time ago, on the topic of dreaming, and how conscious awareness of our dreams can help in the clearing process.
Here’s a poem I wrote recently about dreamtime. The soothing music at the end of the video is “Cylinder Six” from the album “Cylinders” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0.
After the video is a Summary.
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, It’s Alice. I have another poem for you, one that I wrote a few years back, called “Leviathan.” ‘Leviathan’ is a term that is rarely used these days …
[Looks to the right.] Those are the wild ducks. They are flying to wherever they fly in the fall; they are heading off.
‘Leviathan’ is a term that means a couple of things; one is ‘whale’, and the other, that I know of, is ‘sea monster’. “Leviathan” … That is the title. It goes like this …
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A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
22 January 2012
O, we are all deep sea divers
and at night we ride the whale,
who churns and turns our dream-time hearts
with the strength of his mighty tale.
When morning comes, we stretch and yawn,
and walk to the window sill,
with nary a thought of those deep sea dreams
or the whale that we’re riding still.
All the sad, bad tales of our childhood woes
sink down into the deep, and the length and breadth
of our grown-up lives
are the size of the secrets we keep.
–22 January 2012
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
Image: “Rainbow Rays of Sun, and Sunlight Sparkling on the Waters of a Reservoir,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Sunlight Sparkling on the Waters of a Reservoir, and Country House on the Shore,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
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