Energetic Barrier Separating Positive from Negative Dimensions . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 9 February 2020

  • Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Zebra-Stripe Spandex Transgender Woman in Stiletto Heels
  • Two Ominous ‘Movie Crew’ Encounters
    • Franciscan Capuchin Friars or Actors?
    • 29-Flavor Barbecue?
  • Another Energy Barrier Experience

Dear Ones,

There is an effect that takes place similar to that of people in Placemarker timelines failing to recognize family, friends, and acquaintances in the latters’ Awareness timelines. This effect, however, has to do with multidimensionality rather than multitemporality. It goes like this …

A Lightworker has strong positive energy of love; that is to say, fourth dimensional positive, the energy of the heart chakra when it exhibits unconditional love. A Darkworker, on the other hand, has strong negative energy of hatred; that is to say, fourth dimensional negative, the energy of the heart chakra when it exhibits unconditional hatred.

In the Lightworker’s Awareness timeline, when he or she meets a Darkworker also in their Awareness timeline, the dimensional disparity creates a barrier made of 1- or 2-foot-thick ‘air’, solid as ice, between the Lightworker’s physical body and the physical body of the Darkworker.

So the Lightworker will see the Darkworker, and vice versa, but the energetic barrier between them will prevent their interaction. I myself, as a Lightworker, experience a feeling of deep foreboding when such ‘brushes with the Dark’ occur.

Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Zebra-Stripe Spandex Transgender Woman in Stiletto Heels

I recall one such instance that occurred on 29 May 2016, or thereabouts. I was one of the co-chairs of a Rumi poetry meetup that used to get together on the beautiful grounds of Holy Spirit Retreat Center in Encino California. These grounds are run by the Catholic Sisters of Social Service as an interfaith retreat center.

On that fateful day in May 2016, I was heading towards the usual shady spot where our small group would meet, from time to time, outdoors near the chapel. I saw, heading towards the side door of the main building, a man who looked a little like well known movie star Tom Cruise who, I have read, attended a Catholic seminary for a while, then became a member of the Church of Scientology …

Link: “14 Celebrities Who Almost Became Priests or Nuns,” by Ranker …   https://www.ranker.com/list/15-celebrities-who-almost-became-priests-or-nuns/celebrity-lists .. 

Whether it was he or not, I do not know; it was only a brief glimpse, and the man’s back was nearly turned to me as he hastily walked away. For no reason I could peg to, I had a sense of foreboding.

Then I saw, sitting in the seat I usually sat in, at the little outdoor table where we used to meet, what appeared to be a tall, statuesque, improbably buxom transgender woman in a spandex outfit with wide, diagonal zebra stripes … black and white … and wearing stiletto high heels. Sitting beside her was a short, unattractive older woman, whom I took possibly to be her chaperone.

In the several years I had co-led the Rumi meetup on those grounds, I had occasionally found folks sitting at the spot where our small group usually met. However, I had never seen a person like this there before … or seen such a person anywhere at all, when it came right down to it.

Without knowing why, I had the most unusual sense of mortal peril. I felt that my life was on the line at that moment, and any false move might result in my death. Odd, is it not?

The tall woman  got up from her chair and headed leisurely towards me. She was walking in a way they used to call ‘sashay’ back home. She ‘sashayed’ in my direction. Her older companion followed behind her.

It was then that I experienced a big wall of energy between the tall woman and me. It was several feet thick. Maybe it was this wall of energy that prevented the woman from speaking to me, or maybe she did not see me at all. My own experience of the energy barrier was one of being protected from great evil. That is not to say that transgender women are evil … quite the contrary. It is just that Spirit guided me to steer clear of this particular person on that day.

To this day I am haunted by that unaccountable run-in. The shock of it propelled me to resign from my position as one of the organizers of the Rumi meetup.

Two Ominous ‘Movie Crew’ Encounters

As a by-the-by, clustered around that date were two other experiences with what seemed like movie actors. In both instances a group of automobiles full of people showed up just after I arrived at usually relatively deserted trailheads I planned to hike.

These batches of automobiles somehow reminded me of movie crews, which are often seen filming here in Southern California. In most cases, movie crews are accompanied by trailers for makeup or to provide food for the crews, but in these instance there were no trailers; thus I may have been mistaken.

Franciscan Capuchin Friars or Actors? The first instance took place in one of the parking areas of Malibu Creek State Park in the Santa Monica Mountains. There I encountered about 6 men dressed as Franciscan Capuchin Friars.

This was so unusual, in my experience of hiking Malibu Creek, that I took a snapshot of them, then left. Online I found out there appeared to be no such monastery nearby, so I wrote to the Franciscan Capuchin Friars near San Francisco, to find out whether they might identify my photo of the men I saw, but I never heard back from them about it. I checked into Franciscan Capuchin Friar outfits, and found they are for sale online; that would fit with the notion of actors, or a movie crew.

I also spoke with a ranger at Malibu Creek State Park about this and other strange things that happened there and at King Gillette Ranch across the road, at about that time; the ranger said he thought it had to do with cocaine use at that time, so I contacted LAPD (the Los Angeles Police Department) about it.

29-Flavor Barbecue? The other instance of what might have been a movie actor run-in had to do with what seemed to be two rangers, or maybe forest workers, who parked off Templin Highway near Castaic, California. That was close to the Fish Canyon Narrows trailhead which leads to the deserted Cienaga Campground.

When I saw these two men I had an odd feeling, so I asked them if it was safe to hike the trail. They said that I would probably be safe, but that I ought to be careful. That was a partial ‘heads up’ for me. As I turned to hike down to the trailhead, maybe 10 cars packed with people went past me.

I had never seen any traffic to speak of on that road, and the experience of many cars packed with people arriving just after I did reminded me of the Malibu Creek experience. So I thought I would wait for awhile, and see ‘how the wind blew’.

As I waited, I had the strangest vision of a film crew in a wilderness setting, with actors, male and female, sitting around a lifeless female body, preparing for a cannibal act featuring 29 flavors of barbecue sauce. Yikes! Was I ever suddenly ‘on guard’.

After awhile, all the cars, still loaded with people, came back up the hill and went away. I know it was not much to go on … just a few odd details of that day … but these days I have become more observant of what might be termed signs and omens. So I gave up on that hike and went off to another trailhead.

The title of this poem I composed some years later had to do with the vision I had that day while playing the ‘waiting game’ at my parking place off Templin Highway …

Link: “Cannibal Song: The 29-Flavor Barbecue . aka Ogreish Stew,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 2 May 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cwW ..

The person described in the poem, however, was part of a different astral saga.

Another Energy Barrier Experience

Another instance of an energy barrier apparently created by a positive versus negative dimensional disparity is described here …

Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Man with the Trembling Pinkie,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 23 May 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cRe ..

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

Note: I have added this blog to an older blog … Link: “On Human Hybrids and Astral Velociraptors,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 20 November 2016; published on 25 November 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6rs ..


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