The ‘Haul’ and the Karmic Dumptruck . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 5 September 2020; published on 3 November 2020
Location: San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, California
This story is entirely fictional.


Dear Ones,

Here is a fictional story about the workings of karma. The story was devised during a big heat wave here in the San Fernando Valley. There is an edited Summary after the video …



Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.

Is it ever a scorcher today in Los Angeles. I cannot begin to explain it. I have a little story to tell you about the outlaws I have been talking about for a while now, and some money that they cam into. It goes like this …

Far, far away from California, some folks came up with some money; and they said to themselves: We will just give it to the Mafia. The Mafia will know how to handle it; we can trust the Mafia. So they gave it to a guy who gave it to the Mafia. And the Mafia … these are the outlaws I was telling you about … got the money and they disappeared completely. Is that not amazing? All of them disappeared.

I was just wondering what happened to them. So I came up with some stories for you, just for the fun of it. It goes like this …

. . . . .

One of the outlaws decided to go to Key West. There he was, sitting in the Sun in front of a pool; and an alligator walked up and ate him … except for his credit card, which fell out on the grass.

A little child came up, and found the credit card, and gave it to his father. His father threw it in the trash. The trash was picked up by a trash truck, whose compactor crushed it.

. . . . .

Another guy decided to go to the South Pacific. He was sitting on a little island there, drinking a Mai Tai. Then he thought he would go for a swim. While he was out swimming a big wave came up, and washed him onto an atoll. There was no way for him to get off of it just then, so he lay down on the atoll.

He had nothing to eat but polyps; so he ate polyps for a little while. Then he got indigestion; then he got gas … He did not feel so good.

Then he noticed, where his back was lying down on the atoll, that there were poisonous polyps there, and that they made little welts on his skin. Then he did not know what to do, because his tummy hurt, and his back hurt, and he could not swim all the way back to the island. So he waited.

High tide came in, and it gently wafted him off of the atoll and on back to island … where his back still hurt.

So he lay there, wishing he were back in the Wild West, and knowing he could not go back there.

As he lay there in the shade, day after day, finally he felt better.

. . . . .

Another guy … he was a pretty bright guy … decided to go into finance with his share of the haul … his share of the loot … and he decided to invest in the dollar. A few months went by, and something happened to the dollar, in the area where he was; the dollar was destabilized, and he lost all but 2 percent of the money that he had … which he turned into seeds.

And he built a vegetable garden; at least he had something to live on.

. . . . .

Then there was a lady who got part of the haul; she was pretty good looking. She decided to go to a health resort, and tone herself up, and eat good food … that kind of thing … and just have a wonderful time of it.

But while she was there, the COVID scare hit, and people were dying here and there, so she thought she would take her stuff, and go on out and camp in a forest.

There she was in the forest. Then a wildfire went through, and a heat wave went through, and it was no longer possible to live in the forest. So she went back to the health resort. The COVID scare was over, and she decided to stay there.

. . . . .

One of the gentlemen who stole the dough … one of the folks in the Mafia … decided to take his money, and to become a devotee of a Saint known for her wonderful, big heart.

But very soon she found out that he had in mind to suffocate her while she lay sleeping, and take over the long list of her devotees for his own profit … and she made him leave her.

After he left, he felt very sad, because the love that he had hoped for was missing. So he went for a float down the Rio Grande, and he ended up in the Wash Bowl.

His raft overturned. There he was, sitting on the shore. And his raft went on down without him.

Well he was lonely, there on the shore of the wild and wooly Rio Grande, and he was hoping for a companion. And along came a wild, girl goat of the sort that frequent that region.

He made friends with her. And he found, in the love of that goat, the love that no one else had ever given him.

. . . . .

I have sad news to relate as well: When the members of the Mafia who grabbed the money decided to go on their long vacations, each of them killed their current wife. They said that the reason for that repeated act was that their wives knew a little too much, and they could not take them with them.

That was a pretty sad story.

. . . . .

The people that originally lost the money were pretty glum, and they did not know what to do. Finally they figured they could not afford their lifestyle. And they all went to work for MacDonald’s and Carl’s Juniors, and places like that, where they made the minimum wage … which was good for the sanity.

To know that you would be getting your paycheck every week was cool, but it was not much of a paycheck. So they rented an efficiency apartment, and put down pallets on the floor, where each one could sleep in the main room there … which was good, because it allowed them to work on their interpersonal skills. And they became very close-knit, as a group of people.

. . . . .

It seems that some other folks were involved, who were members of the Knights Templar. The Church took a dim view of all that, because in ancient times, there was a problem with Satanic worship, and carryings on, and the Knights Templar were excommunicated from the faith.

History [in this fictional story] repeated itself, and everybody under the aegis of that Church was excommunicated. Some of the people involved were Jesuits, which made the Pope look bad.

The bad press involved made the popularity of the Church go down in the eyes of the world to the exact extent that the new movies about the Papacy had caused that popularity to rise. Everything evened out, in the long run, and the Church went on, thank God, after a minor correction.

. . . . .

And that is what happens when a person tells stories on a day when there is a giant heat wave.

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


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