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Alice’s Perilous Tales: Archangel Descends Upon a Swooping Demon . by Alice B. Clagett *

Ravens and red-tailed hawk filmed on 12 December 2019 in Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve, Simi Hills, California
Talk filmed on 19 December 2019; both published on 6 January 2020

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Descent of a Raven Upon a Red-Tailed Hawk
    • Alice’s Perilous Tales: Archangel Descends Upon a Swooping Demon

Dear Ones,

Here are a video and an extensively edited Summary on the topic of wrangles between a raven and a red-tailed hawk; and an awesome wrangle between a Big Bad and an Archangel … maybe Michael or Metatron …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I have a story to tell you about the natural world and about the angelic and demon realms. It is sort of a comparison.

Descent of a Raven Upon a Red-Tailed Hawk

A week or so ago, I was out in the northern part of Las Virgenes Open Space Preserve in the Santa Monica Mountains … in the Los Angeles area. And I was walking on kind of a plateau area. There are a lot of ravens that hang out in that area. I have taken videos of them before. Sometimes in great batches they all get together; there are raven tribes that get together. And sometimes one tribe will be off by itself … or there will be a loner raven or two sitting in a tree. There are just a lot of ravens there.

I was walking along the plateau, on a loop trail, and I noticed something in the air … The first thing I noticed was two big birds fighting in midair. One swooped down upon the other. And the one that it swooped down upon tumbled over in the air, so that its feet and the claws on its feet were upwards. And the one that was descending upon it … swooping down upon it … engaged the claws of the other with its claws. So there was a ‘claw fight’ between their feet in the air.

Then I noticed that the one on top … the one that was descending … was a raven. And the one underneath was a young red-tailed hawk.

They disengaged their claws, and the red-tailed hawk turned over rightwise in the air and started to escape. I think these hawks are slower fliers; they are not soaring on thermals too much, compared to the ravens, which seem to have a knack for it. The raven may be a lighter bird, with close to the same wing span as that of the juvenile red-tailed hawk; that is my guess.

The raven started off after the red-tailed hawk, in hot pursuit. I saw them heading off in the distance. Then more ravens … friends of the first raven … came in and followed along after them … maybe five or six of them following along, having a good time of it.

So the red-tailed hawk was greatly outnumbered. What I noticed it did was it swooped down along the contour of the folding hills there. It was very close to the Earth. Its wing tips were almost brushing the tops of the chaparral.

The stride of its wing span, and the length of those turnings of the wings were long … very giant-sized and long … so that it was swooping like this … [shows long swoops of a moving hand] … over one area, and then to the next, and then on to the next.

Then the raven was, I think, unable to fall down on it and attack it because it was so close to the Earth. I think the raven might have hit itself against the ground if it had swooped down in that manner … they are more like thermal soarers and ‘wind wingers’, the ravens.

That pursuit was really dramatic; they went off in the distance and then disappeared.

Then there were other raven situations along the way: Two ravens sitting in a tree, that soared off together. I remember, when I was nearly through the loop, one lone raven was flying along in the direction where everybody else had gone some while ago, calling out in the voice that was plaintively saying, I thought: Where are you? Where did you go?

I am sure it found them. I think that ravens may sense the trail of other ravens through some invisible turbulence in the air … a systematic, periodic turbulence in the air that wafts after the raven that is flying off, so that the lost little raven … like that one … can find its way through the ‘raven signature’ periodic movements of the air. I think that is how they do it; I do not think it is through pheromones or anything like that. They sniff the air, they know the air, and they follow the air.

Alice’s Perilous Tales: Archangel Descends Upon a Swooping Demon

Now on to demons and angels: Some years ago (I have talked about this before) there was quite an incident as I was heading from my home in the San Fernando Valley to a meditation group that met in West Los Angeles. It was a long trip at night, and I had to be there by a certain hour.

I encountered a lot of trouble both arriving at the meditation group and then departing later on, time after time.

As well, there was dark interference outside the meditation place, on the street and in a neighboring coffee house. I recall in particular a dark incursion from the street through the exterior house wall, that looked a little like a transparent version of a very tall ‘Terminator’ dude with fluffy hair, well over six feet tall.

And another time when a deep dark presence swooped into the room, but was successfully countered by a very strong, pure chant of Omm begun by the meditation leader (a woman) and taken up by the rest of the women in the room.

I remember also a time when our meditation leader’s uber leader came to lead the meditation, and 100 or more Hathors (friends of mine) flew joyfully into the room through the open portal of my heart. The first one out was a particular friend of mine, known to me from a past lifetime. I recall how the uber leader greeted this fifth dimensional being with a blast of pure hatred from his own heart; how my Hathor friend stumbled and fell, his heart’s LIght snuffed out by an emotion so foreign to him and his kin; how I sought comfort in the ensuing months and years, after my Hathor friends left the 4D-5D interface on my Awareness timeline; and how I finally found comfort in the thought that my friend had but ascended to a higher dimension, and that he and I would one day meet again.

I remember another time when the uber leader met the women near that place, and during one meditation exclaimed: Yes! I have succeeded in mind controlling all of you at the same time! (or words to that effect); and how I looked up in surprise, and sensed but one other woman in a sentient state, amongst the meditators.

I remember yet the last time I meditated with that group, when the uber leader used his ability to manipulate the quantum field to simulate, on the psychic plane, raping me as the other women sat in meditation; and how, after I left the group, it seemed that, on the astral plane, he and his sublieutenants raped woman after woman in our group on the psychic plane … not in the usual mind control daydream haze, but using the quantum energy that seems more like a physical event.

I recall how the astral airs … through wide geographic swaths … were racked with violence, hatred and fear. I remember how it seemed to me … from the clairaudient plane … that a handful of women eventually succumbed, losing their lives either through despair or through violence. Whether this be true, or no, I may never ascertain.

I remember how, returning from the meditation late at night, I would feel a two hour drive stretch on and on into the night as I felt a dark presence bidding me fall asleep while driving; how I had to avoid the empty freeway on the return leg; and how I had to pull over on residential streets when the Dark Attack hit. It was impossible to resist, and took effect nearly instantaneously. Luckily because of my martial arts training long years ago, I would immediately pull over, and fall asleep at the curb … windows up, doors locked. Then suddenly I would feel a ghostly hand on my shoulder, a kindly male astral being … a guardian spirit … whispering in my ear: Wake up! It’s not safe here. Start off again towards home!

But I have spoken of all those unsettling, long-ago events in other blogs. To return to my story, one of the troubles I ran into in arriving at the meditation place was this one: I was driving along, and there were all kinds of obstructions. I was driving along the shore route by the Pacific Ocean, but I had to move inland in order to get to my destination. And the closer I got to Freeway 405, the more congested the roads were. All the roads were tied up because no one could get on the freeway … the freeway had some kind of problem.

I was afraid I would be too late to get there, and I had to be there on time … it was very important. So I was trying to improvise as I drove, trying to find a route that would work. After awhile … I was within maybe a mile of the place … and I noticed behind me that, as I progressed up the hill towards the place, the lights of the city were going off. There was a blackout that was following pretty close to the back of my car … up to about a block or two behind my car … all the way up the hill to the place where I had to go.

At the same time I sensed a descending angelic power that was pursuing something, rather like the pursuit that the raven made towards the hawk that was beneath it. There was a loping energy of Darkness following me up the hill, in a trail like the trail of the hawk along the chaparral.

It was touching the tops of the buildings as it went past, and moving towards my car, up the hill. Descending from the heavens was the angelic power of the most grand angel I have ever met … I was thinking Archangel Michael … possibly Metatron … descended down. As its wing tips, which spanned all of West Los Angeles, touched the buildings, the power went off in the buildings. Angels are that grand … they are that grand!

So now you know the story; the Darkness did not reach me; and I got to my destination safely. May it do so for you as well, for all your life long, and for all the times thereafter!

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

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Trolls 2: The Troll Under the Bridge . channeled by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 13 August 2019; published on 6 January 2020
Location: Trippet Ranch, Topanga State Park, Santa Monica Mountains, Topanga, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

This video is about a small troll I may have seen under a little bridge. I am not 100% on this one … Do you think it may be true?

There is an edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello, Dear Ones, This is Alice. I Am of the Stars.

I am here by this bridge …

Image: “Small Bridge at Trippet Ranch,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Small Bridge at Trippet Ranch,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

… and I did ask about trolls. It would be a larger troll here, if there were one. And then I did not hear anything at all. Then from a far distance I heard a gnome say, in that ‘gnome voice’ (which is hard to explain): Yes, there is a troll there.

First I was over here …

Image: “Small Bridge and Cinderblock Wall at Trippet Ranch,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Small Bridge and Cinderblock Wall at Trippet Ranch,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

… and I asked about the troll. I did not hear anything at all. In fact, there was remarkable silence. And then I saw something in the astral air come out from right about here … [zooms to bottom left of cinderblock wall].

It was about three feet tall and thin. It looked out towards me from right underneath the bridge there, and up in this direction … [zooms to near top left of cinderblock wall].  Its head was right about there … [zooms to row of cinderblocks second from the top of the wall].

Image: “Small Bridge and Troll by Cinderblock Wall at Trippet Ranch,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Small Bridge and Troll by Cinderblock Wall at Trippet Ranch,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Then I listened. The first thing I heard was the gnome, from a far distance, in an agitated voice, saying to me: There is nothing under the bridge, Alice! There is nothing under the bridge!

Then I did a timeline rollback and I heard a menacing voice … a little like the voice of Gollum in the Tolkien series. It was saying, over and over again [in a mean whispery voice]: Your life is worth nothing, little gnome! Your life is worth nothing, little gnome!

And over that, the protests of the gnome were just as I have said. So there is something under here … something pretty quiet … something not too friendly … something that really likes to lean against the underneath sides of things that look like bridges.

There is the bridge from another perspective …

Image: “Small Bridge and Road at Trippet Ranch,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Small Bridge and Road at Trippet Ranch,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

And you can see that it is in Trippet Ranch … [zooms in to brown park sign].

I wonder what kind of troll would be under a very large bridge. But hereabouts there are no large bridges that I know of.

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

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Trolls 1: A Baby Troll Under the Picnic Table? . channeled by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 13 August 2019; published on 6 January 2020
Location: Trippet Ranch, Topanga State Park, Santa Monica Mountains, Topanga, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones, I have only half confidence in this troll tale; it might be true, from the perspective of nature spirit lore, or maybe not. What do you think?

There is an edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I am over here at Trippet Ranch park. There is this big picnic area … [show 6 wooden picnic tables under oak trees]. I was thinking about brownies and gnomes, and I said: Is there anyone under those picnic tables? And I heard, in a tiny little voice, like that of a pixie or a faerie: There are trolls under those tables.

This was very upsetting to me. I know very little about trolls, and what little I do know is that they are likely to be found under bridges, not picnic tables.

So I had a feeling of disbelief. And at that moment the cute little voice disappeared. I guess it is trolls, because the voice said something like this first … It said: What are those? Oh, those are trolls!

So now I am wondering what will happen if I sit down at a picnic table and put my feet in the middle there. I mean, what do trolls do? Could it possibly be that there are trolls that small? I thought they were pretty big … maybe these are young trolls … [walks up to picnic table] …

Image: “Woodland Picnic Table 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Woodland Picnic Table 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

I advise caution when sitting at woodland picnic tables until we get this straightened out … [zooms to place under a picnic table].

Image: “Woodland Picnic Table 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Woodland Picnic Table 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

All right, further to the troll channeling, I heard, in a tiny little voice … and this is odd (I do not know this word): Vek would say they like to lean up against things. And there is something to lean up against … [hand gesture of disconcertedness, and a sigh].

Image: “Woodland Picnic Table 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Woodland Picnic Table 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 13 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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The Hive, the Tribe, and the Astral Rascal: Are We the Borg, or Something Greater? . by Alice B. Clagett *

Written and published on 28 December 2019

  • ANIMAL ‘GROUP SOUL’ AND HUMAN INDIVIDUALIZED SOUL
  • THE BORG OF ‘STAR TREK’ and the ‘HIVE MIND’
  • ASCENSIONEERS ON HUMAN ‘MALWARE’
  • THE ELDER RACE: ANTAGONISTS OF THE ‘HIVE MIND’?
  • STORY OF A ZEN POET WHO SENSED THE UBIQUITOUS, VILE ODOR OF ANTS
  • THE UNTOWARD TERROR FELT BY THE ELDER RACE WITH REGARD TO ANTS
  • CONCLUSION
  • FOR MORE INFORMATION

Dear Ones,

Here are thoughts on the hive mind of ants, bees, termites, and the social wasps; on the dictates of culture and tribe; on the biomechatronics of the astral plane known to Ascensioneers as astral ‘malware’ …

ANIMAL ‘GROUP SOUL’ AND HUMAN INDIVIDUALIZED SOUL

The School of Theosophy speaks of animal ‘group Souls’, which may lead the thoughtful mind to a line of inquiry regarding a ‘hive mind’ for each animal species …

Link: “Animal Group Souls . by Arthur E. Powell . with comments by Alice B. Clagett,” Published 13 December 2017; begun 27 November 2013 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5U5 ..

For instance, although the School of Theosophy avers … and I agree … that almost all human beings have individualized Souls, it seems to me also clear that societal expectations … which because of early childhood socialization, in most cases rule our gut brains … are a remnant of the ‘group Soul’ of the apes from which we evolved. I place before you the postulate that bringing our subconscious ‘acting out’ of societal expectations to the forefront of our consciousness may be what leads to knowledge of God … the state we term ‘enlightenment’.

THE BORG OF ‘STAR TREK’ and the ‘HIVE MIND’

In the context of control and power over, Star Trek had quite a few episodes on the Borg, a space-traveling people who lived in a cube-shaped space ship (that would be beings who are, in slang terms, square ‘squared’) …

Link: “Borg,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borg ..

Wikipedia calls the Borg a collective with a ‘hive mind’ …

LInk: “Group mind (science fiction),” in WIkipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Group_mind_(science_fiction) ..

These beings were completely into the ‘hive mind’. They were ‘cyborgs’ …

LInk: “Cyborg,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyborg ..

… beings who were part human and part biomechatronic. The biomechatronic gizmos on and in their bodies were meant to enhance and extend their human senses, and to improve their clair abilities, including the ‘hive mind’ aspect and also their ability to mind control the hapless humans encountered by their cubical spaceship. As they said many times on the Star Trek episodes: Resistance is futile …

Video: “We are the Borg,” by Koralle, 20 May 2009 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyenRCJ_4Ww ..

That must be about how a little child feels, in our culture, when its mother tells it to play nicely in the sandbox! It may be because of our early childhood learning from our parents that we relate so fully to the dilemma of the Borg incursors on Star Trek, I feel. At any rate, it ‘hit home’ for me because of that.

The interesting thing about the Borg is the way they look. Gizmos are stuck around and in their bodies, leaving very little visible of what we would term the human body  …

Image: A male member of the Borg, from Star Trek … http://redshirtsalwaysdie.com/files/2016/09/is-star-trek-3-under-threat-from-klingons-the-borg-410059.jpg ..

I am prompted to puzzle out whether what is termed ‘malware’ in the context of the Awakening consists of Borg-like inserts or implants in the subtle body known as our astral body, and in our etheric net, to do with societal expectations. For those with eyes to see, could it be that our cultural teachings, or tribal dictates, look like Borg biomechatronic devices?

ASCENSIONEERS ON HUMAN ‘MALWARE’

According to Ascension lore, what we term ‘malware’ or ‘implants’ are made, during the long Ages of Darkness, by negative astral beings who are far superior to us in technology. However, it is all done through the Divine plan to offer us humans free will choices, so that we may advance in Soul wisdom.

From the stance of the Lightworkers, then, malware and implants are something to be avoided, no matter how beautiful … even semisentient … they may be …

Link: “Light Sculptures That Look Like Semisentient Malware,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 November 2019; published on 25 November 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-f9C ..

THE ELDER RACE: ANTAGONISTS OF THE ‘HIVE MIND’?

Image: “Brachygastra mellifica,” by Alex Wild, at … https://www.alexanderwild.com/Professional/Public-Domain/ … public domain. DESCRIPTION: “Portrait of a Mexican Honey Wasp. San Antonio, Texas, USA.” This is a social wasp.

Image: “Brachygastra mellifica,” by Alex Wild, at … https://www.alexanderwild.com/Professional/Public-Domain/ … public domain. DESCRIPTION: “Portrait of a Mexican Honey Wasp. San Antonio, Texas, USA.” This is a social wasp.

From the astral realm, I have a tidbit on this topic: As you may know, the Elder Race of Earth, which are our Martian physical contingent, the Martian bacterial colonists of our ‘space stations’ … what Christianity terms the ‘temple of the Holy Spirit’ … which is to say, our physical bodies … these very extra-planetary denizens of our own gastrointestinal tracts regard the ant (a hive animal if ever there were one) with a degree of terror I, till now, have been unable to fathom.

Could it be, I wonder, if the hive animals of Earth … the ‘hive minds’ of Earth … the minds of the ants, the bees, the termites, the social wasps, and others of their kind … originated on a planet and among a people other than those intrepid Martian colonists of our beautiful water world? If so, I wonder, what planet would that be? As nearly as I can tell, this question is as yet unexplored by those whose interests range alongside my own.

STORY OF A ZEN POET WHO SENSED THE UBIQUITOUS, VILE ODOR OF ANTS

I have an acquaintance … a Zen poet who is well known here in the San Fernando Valley … who for a month undertook meditation on his tongue. Whether this was study was occasioned by intuition that the incoming currents of telepathy activate subtle nerve currents in the tongue … and by his determination to attain the state of ‘no thought’ … of peaceful mind … through stilling of the subtle currents of the tongue, I know not. Perhaps ’tis so; perhaps I range far afield.

I am reminded of chapter “III. Powers,” in the book “How to Know God: The Yoga Aphorisms of Patanjali” …

Citation: “How to Know God: The Yoga Aphorisms of Patanjali,” translated with a commentary by Swami Prabhavananda and Christopher Isherwood, copyright 1953, 1981 by The Vedanta Society of Southern California … See Chapter “III. Powers”

… and how the chapter outlines the benefits of meditating on various parts of and qualities of the human body. I do not see meditation on the tongue in there, though.

What my acquaintance found was that by meditating on the tongue he attained super-smell, or ‘clairscent’ (which is akin to, an perhaps one with the gift of super-taste or ‘clairgustance’). And what did he smell all around him, acutely and for the first time? He smelled ants.

When, on the astral plane, I found out about this, and also learned of his distaste for the odor of ants, I clairly asked him to allow me to clair-sense that odor as well, he did so. For a moment in time … a moment I shall always remember … I sensed the most revulsive of odors … that of formic acid … all around me.

THE UNTOWARD TERROR FELT BY THE ELDER RACE WITH REGARD TO ANTS

Image: “Gigantiops destructor – Head of Worker Ant,” by Alex Wild, at … https://www.alexanderwild.com/Professional/Public-Domain/ … public domain. DESCRIPTION: “Gigantiops destructor, worker Peru, Tambopata: Puerto Maldonado 12.5984ºS 69.2179ºW 200m 30.vii.2016 A.L.Wild #ALW5709 UTIC 200780”

Image: “Gigantiops destructor – Head of Worker Ant,” by Alex Wild, at … https://www.alexanderwild.com/Professional/Public-Domain/ … public domain. DESCRIPTION: “Gigantiops destructor, worker Peru, Tambopata: Puerto Maldonado 12.5984ºS 69.2179ºW 200m 30.vii.2016 A.L.Wild #ALW5709 UTIC 200780”

Could it be that the Martian bacterial colonists of planet Earth also have clair gifts? Might they also have been repulsed by this vile odor? One can only imagine the discrepancy of size between a Martian … that marvel of microminiaturization, attesting as it does to the ingenuity of Martian scientists, who must have sensed the impending atmostpheric disaster there on their home planet … and the Earth ant.

How the ant must have towered over the Martian colonist, filling the air with that noxious formic acid smell! In size, the ant must have appeared like a vilely reeking, mobile, ill-intentioned mountain.

Worse still, these beings had ‘hive minds’, so that the discovery of one lone ant-that-was-like-a-mountain might mean a signal to swarms of ants from that hive devouring all the Martians at one locale.

In fact, I feel the threat of the hive mind of ants, bees, and termites might have led the microminiaturized Martian bioengineers … those laudable genetic engineers … to devise the plane of creating muticellular beings such as the mammals in whose gastrointestinal tracts they might hide.

For more on the Martians and ants, see …

Link: “On Martian Bacteria: Good Martians and Bad Martians,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 21 November 2016; revised on 9 July 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6qW ..

CONCLUSION

It seems this blog has no conclusion; being as it is only the beginning of a conversation … that I hope will be undertaken by many … on the topic of the hive mind, societal expectations, and astral ‘malware’. I offer herein what I may from the stance of the School of Theosophy, the intuitive glimpses of the creators of the “Star Wars” episodes, and the history of the Martian bacterial colonists of Earth (whose perspective is billions of years senior to our own).

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

FOR MORE INFORMATION

Link: “Control versus Heart-Centric Reality,” by Alice B. Clagett, written on 28 October 2016; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6kt ..

Link: “Books on the Teachings of the School of Theosophy,” referrals by Alice B. Clagett, published on 24 May 2016, revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5ja ..

Link: “Compendium of the Martian Archives: Bacterial Colonists of Earth,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 9 July 2017; last updated on 25 August 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7sz ..

Link: “Compendium: Interspecies Communication,” by Alice B. Clagett, Published on 2 February 2019; updated … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bym ..

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Dried Black Mustard . a story by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 15 November 2019; published on 23 November 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

Here is a story about surviving in the wilderness. The location is Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve, Simi Hills, California.

There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I have a story for you about survival in the wilderness, especially in a place where there are dried black mustard plants.

One time long ago I went for a hike with some long-term hiking buddies of mine in the tall mountains. It was getting on towards winter. It was kind of cold where we ended up, and the altitude was pretty high. I was really tired, because it had been a long hike. It was barren, and I did not have the right kind of clothes to keep warm from the chill wind that was blowing.

The other people were sitting and talking, and they did not pay much attention to it; but I was cold and shivering. And I saw dried black mustard plants, very close to these ones here …

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

… just like that. And I thought: Well, anything is better than nothing. I will just go and sit right in the midst of those dried black mustard reeds. So I found a little opening that maybe a few rabbits had sat in, a little like that …

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 2: Little Opening,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

… and I went and sat there. The wind was blowing pretty briskly. But what I found was that I was warm all of a sudden, because so many black mustard stems apparently cut the wind hither and thither, until almost no wind whatsoever reached me.

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Now you know what to do when there is no shelter at all in a stiff wind, except for dried black mustard plants.

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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Gad the Mormon Boy: An Apocryphal Ghost Story . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 7 November 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a ghost story for you. I heard the story on the astral plane while walking in Serrano Valley, California. The boy was buried in a Mormon Cemetery at Homol’ovi State Park in Arizona, in an area of Native American hunting grounds.

There is an edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Soundtrack and Words

 

I feel there is not one word of truth in this. But I have to admit, it is a pretty good ghost story.

I was resting a minute ago under those trees over there … [shows a stand of oak trees] … and when I got up, I thought about the Mormon boy named Gad who died at a very young age out in … was it Utah, I think? … and how I had spoken to his spirit some years ago, and how he was waiting for his father and looking for his father. And he said his mom had gone off to the town because there was not enough water and she needed to go to the town. And then he passed on while his mom was looking for his mother, I guess … But I did not know that part; all I knew was that he was waiting for his dad, whom he really admired very much. And he was hoping to one day have a wife of his own; he was waiting for that day. [smiles]

Since I was speaking with spirits today, I thought maybe I could get in touch with Gad … even though, here I am in California, near the beach … in Serrano Valley … and there is Gad there at the graveyard, out on the Native American reservation … in Utah, I think it was.

So I called for Gad. What do you know, he answered! His accent is just very, very different from that of the people in this pioneer area here. And I asked him if he was still looking for his dad. He said, Yup! He was still waiting for him.

So I asked around, on the astral airs, whether there was anyone there that was the father of a boy named Gad. And a man answered. He said: Yes, yes I know Gad.

I said: Is that your son then?

And he said: Yes.

I said: Could you find him?

And within a minute or two they met up on the astral plane. They were so happy to see each other! It was incredible. And Gad’s father told him: I went to find your mother, but I could not find her.

Gad and his father were very happy to find each other again. And the boy said that he had died at the place where they had settled, but that the Indian braves … that is what he called them … had made a safe place for him there. I am glad they agreed to do that …

I heard the father and son off talking again just now. The young boy said: I said, ‘I think I need a drink of water’ … And then he said: That’s the last thing I said before I died. 

And then the father said: Here, son, let’s sit here and sing ‘Rock of Ages’ song. So I guess that is what they are doing now …

Well this is quite something; the father just said: Well there’s your mother! 

And I heard the mother say something like: Well, don’t you just know I’m your Rock of Ages woman? And then she said: Why didn’t you find me? I passed on of something that did not have birthday ingredients in it.

So I guess they are all three together now … the father, the mother, and the son named Gad (for a gadfly!) ..,

Now the story keeps on … The man said: What are your name? And he waited …

And I said: Alice Clagett.

And he said: This here are Clementine … meaning his wife.

And I said: And your name is …?

And he said: Jason. And this are Gad, the gadfly … [chuckles]

That is all for today, as far as pioneer stories are concerned …

This cloud reminds me just a little bit of Gad, and how happy he was to see his father, and then his mother …

Image: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Father and Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Father and Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

You know this cloud now looks a little like the child on the right, crying out when it sees its mom … and on the left, the mom turning around, as if she is searching around and about to see her son there … on the left at the top, see, with flowing hair, and her arms out? …

Image: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

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Here is another ghost story I heard while on the Serrano Valley walk … Link: “Serrano Homestead: An Apocryphal Ghost Story,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 3 November 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ePM ..

These photos were taken the same day … Link: “Serrano Canyon,” photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 23 December 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-fH9 ..

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

See also … Link: “Mosteenya – ‘Greensleeves’ – A Sprite Named ‘Gad’ – and Hopi Ancestral Spirits,” by Alice B. Clagett, 7 September 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7lX ..

See also … Link: “Ghostly Reminiscences at the Navajo River, Colorado,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 1 September 2018; published on 6 September 2015; transcribed on 22 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-536 ..

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Amateur Sleuth: The Case of the Phantom Broker . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 6 November 2019

  • URBAN LEGEND: THE PHANTOM STOCK BROKER
  • PHANTOM BROKERS: DAY TRADING WITH CLIENT STOCK ACCOUNTS LIQUIDATED ‘ON THE BACK END’?!
  • CRIME FAMILY URBAN LEGEND: CONFIDENCE GAMESTERS IN KEY ROLES NATIONWIDE
  • ONESIE-TWOSIE GAMBIT: SHEARING THE WARRING ‘SHEEP’
  • THE ‘ONSIE-TWOSIE’ AND THE ‘SHELL’ STOCK BROKERAGE ACCOUNT GAMBIT
  • POOF! THE MONEY DISAPPEARS!
  • THE WRAP

Dear Ones,

On the astral airs, I heard about the most ‘out there’ confidence game featuring the world of high finance, crime families, and subversion of the fiduciary responsibilities of those big-time players, the stock brokerages that are household names worldwide.

URBAN LEGEND: THE PHANTOM STOCK BROKER

Here is the urban legend: There are ‘phantom stock brokers’ who may steal the identities of legitimate stock brokers, by assuming their same name and taking over their accounts. When I heard the astral story, I asked myself: How might this be done?

After all, to my knowledge online security is pretty good for the major stock brokerages. Could it be that their ranks, like those of other industries, have been infiltrated by unethical sorts, members of nationwide confidence gangs, for instance? Might these people be posing as stock brokers … or maybe office staff or custodial personnel … who, by reason of their employment at the brokerages, and through access to computers there, can position themselves to perpetrate ‘broker identity theft’? One is not to know the up and the down of it, in the case of mere rumor.

They might begin using a reputable broker’s name, or a variant of it, instead of their own. What with internet phone services, they might have a phone number with an area code for a brokerage located thousands of miles away, and no one might be the wiser. Or so the story goes.

PHANTOM BROKERS: DAY TRADING WITH CLIENT STOCK ACCOUNTS LIQUIDATED ‘ON THE BACK END’?!

The urban legend goes on like this: Having gained access to client accounts, members of crime families might, on the back end, liquidate the accounts of clients they have ‘stolen’ from reputable brokers in a firm, use the accounts for day trading, pocket the profit. Then on the front end of the client account … the part that the client might view online … they might cover for possible losses in day trading by purchasing for the client stocks or bonds they expect to take a tumble. In that way … so the rumor goes … they might fatten their pockets at the expense of clients they have ‘stolen’ from a reputable broker.

CRIME FAMILY URBAN LEGEND: CONFIDENCE GAMESTERS IN KEY ROLES NATIONWIDE

Here is a wild variant of the ‘phantom stock broker’ urban legend: The phantom broker is in touch with a group of confidence artists that operates across the United States. (For all I know, there may be more than a handful of such con artist networks.) Indeed, the ‘phantom’ may even be a member of such a network, which has its own lawyers (naturally) and has operators in post offices here and there across the nation, and has operants who serve a dual function as ‘ladies or gentlemen of the night’ so as to gain the favor of carefully targeted law enforcement officers. It is also rife with cyber criminals adept at identity theft.

ONESIE-TWOSIE GAMBIT: SHEARING THE WARRING ‘SHEEP’

The con artist network seeks out families who have some money and are not getting along. That way it can ‘scatter the sheep’ and their ‘wolves’ can sneak in an pick the ‘sheep’ of a warring family off, one by one. Apparently, that is the way con artist groups operate; it is called ‘the cull’. Then they will try wooing the sheep, one by one, and shearing them.

A favorite way of shearing the sheep … at least according to the astral airs … is to arrange an illegal gambit with a disgruntled family member … a gambit that purports to shake down another family member with which the disgruntled person is angry. But the ‘onesie-twosie’ game plan of the con artist is a little bit more complex: He or she plans to perpetrate the gambit … either by ‘sidelining’ the targeted ‘sheep’ … That is the ‘onesie’. And the ‘twosie’ is, to get the disgruntled family member arrested for the deed, and leave him or her ‘holding the bag’.

THE ‘ONSIE-TWOSIE’ AND THE ‘SHELL’ STOCK BROKERAGE ACCOUNT GAMBIT

Now on to the complicated stock market gambit, which features the ‘onesie-twosie’. The ‘phantom stock broker’ finds a number of zeroed out client accounts. This is like a ‘shell account’ in the ‘shell corporation’ schemes of old. The confidence network of which the phantom is a member learns that one of these belongs to a ‘sheep’ that is ‘ripe for the plucking’ … as the network knows there is dissension in the ‘sheep’s’ family.

The lawyer in the network reaches out to a disgruntled family member, proposing a shake down. An agreement is reached. A cybercrime specialist in the crime family steals the identity of the ripe ‘sheep’, including brokerage and bank account information, and passes it on to the ‘phantom stock broker’.

The ‘phantom’ funnels money from the ‘sheep’s’ financial accounts, through the zeroed out ‘shell’ brokerage account. Then a token amount of the swiped dough is moved to the disgruntled family member’s financial account. The rest is funneled to the crime family, under a name different from that of the ‘phantom broker’ … maybe to real estate, through a cash transaction, using corporate shell-within-a-shell accounts … or maybe, infamously, offshore.

POOF! THE MONEY DISAPPEARS!

So the stolen money is gone, and the path of its departure is hard to trace, because … according to the urban legend … the ‘phantom stock broker’ can remove notice of the progress of the money through the zeroed out account, on the backend, with the ‘sheep’ never being the wiser (in the same way that the day trading scheme described above is purportedly accomplished ‘on the back end’).

All that remains is to tip off the law that the disgruntled family member has stolen the cash from the ripe ‘sheep’ … who through a separate ploy has been kidnapped, jailed on false charges, or worse yet, maybe murdered.

THE WRAP

This ‘phantom stock broker’ story is quite an amazing urban legend, Is it not? It is so ‘out ther’ I feel it could not be true. If it were true, then disclosure would likely make the headlines in every United States newspaper. But, as with the Goldman Sachs and Bank of America debacles of recent years, no doubt the best minds of the finance world would come up with a work-around and a solution.

Gosh, what an urban legend! Its imaginative scope brings to mind the high finance plots of the Reuben Frost Mysteries authored by lawyer James H. Duffy under the pen name ‘Haughton Murphy’ … http://mysteriouspress.com/authors/haughton-murphy/default.asp ..

See also … Link: “Likely Upcoming Legal Reforms as a Result of ‘Disclosure’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 4 October 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6d8 ..

In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars

This reminds me of the now-out-of-print book “1001 Ways to Avoid Being Mugged, Murdered, Robbed Raped and Ripped Off” that I co-authored many years ago with my friend Vivo Bennett. Back then, my pen name was ‘Cricket Clagett’. As I recall, and for what it is worth: On the jacket of the hardcover book, with a neat turn of the pen, we billed ourselves as ‘specialists in criminology’.

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