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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

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 7,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Dried Black Mustard 7,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

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 ..

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 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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Serrano Homestead: An Apocryphal Ghost Story . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 3 November 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Soundtrack and Words, by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a ghost story for you. The setting is Serrano Valley, California …

There is an edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

I figure there is not one word of truth in this, as ghosts, I feel, tend to scoop around from place to place. But I have to admit, it is a pretty good ghost story.

Soundtrack and Words
by Alice B. Clagett
24 July 2019

 

I was just talking to the people that lived here before …. [shows a ranch in the mountains] … They are ghosts that say they lived on this ranch in Serrano Valley. At the beginning over there … [at the entrance of the ranch] … there is a post … [shows square white post maybe five feet high, with a pedestal on top] … They said there used to be an American Eagle on that post, and that was the front entrance.

Over here … [shows stand of oak trees] … they said, that used to be a spot for enjoying yourself, and there would be a band that would play there. They put in water in that pipe there … [that is still there] … because the band wanted water. So you could sit under the trees in the shade, and see the beautiful mountains there … [shows backdrop of mountains] …

And I said to them: It is just so very hot today! What did you all do in the summertime? And they said they went straight out to the beach.

Right here we have … they said that this is the back two posts that show the end of Serrano Valley and the end of their property … [shows two posts similar to the first; one is standing and the other fallen down and broken].

They said past that is Sycamore Canyon, and when they went to the beach in the summertime, they went out this way … [shows westerly direction, along what is now Serrano Canyon Trail] … down to Sycamore Canyon … down through a draw down there … and then they turned left … [on what is now Sycamore Canyon Road] … and went down to the ocean, they said … Now you know what they said.

This here is some of what was left after a fire … [shows rusty scrap metal, rusty pipe, and old sink] … [Shows vista of mountains] … Beautiful countryside, is it not?

I was just asking, because it looks like there was a big fire here … Maybe most people that were here perished … I said, did they have any children that survived the fire? And the lady said: One child survived that ‘heat wave, heat wave’ thing.

So I said: I am very glad of that.

And she said: I’m very glad too.

There are some rocks farther down, in the stream bed … a very interesting, slate blue color, very pretty. I asked the lady what they are. And she said: They call them ‘manganese’.

I do not know if that word is used today, but I guess that is what they called it back then …

I thought maybe this might be one of the rocks they referred to as ‘manganese’ … [shows purplish, irregular rock about eight inches by four inches by three inches] …

There is the front gate again … [shows white pillar described above, and behind it a mountain range] … And resting next to the fence is this piece of machinery … [shows rusty farm machinery] … I am not too sure what that was … Oh, the gentleman just said it was a threshing machine … The gentleman, I guess, was her husband? … [listens for response] … Her neighbor next door … he said that.

[Shows concrete paving] … Well, I was just trying to clarify who I was talking to, on the astral airs, and the gentleman explained that they were their neighbors, and they are still alive, and they knew what happened at this place. And the son talked too.

So that is the story: They do not mind my saying that on the internet. I am [they said] just walking around talking to people …

Well so, I was just talking to them again. And it occurred to me they might have passed on, and might not know it. So I asked the gentleman: When was the last time you had something to eat?

And he said: Oh, five or six months ago.

And then the son said: Well, that’s quite a long time!

And I said: How about you? When was the last time you ate?

He said: Oh, five weeks ago or so.

Then there was a silence; and then the lady said: I tried to tell them that they was dead, but they wouldn’t listen to me.

So I said: Well, that’s fine. You can stay if you want to. It’s real beautiful here. And by the way, do you have your suitcase there? Is there a suitcase packed?

And they said: Yeah.

I said: Well, if you want to, you can go on.

They said: Oh, is it a long way?

I said: No. Not too far. All you have to do though … you have to turn around in the other direction.

The lady turned around. She said: Well, I’m ready!

And the man said: Well, I’ll go with you, honey!

And the son said: Well, I’ll stay here.

And the wife said: Well, that’s enough for me. I’m staying here till you’re ready to go. [laughs]

And the son said: Oh no, they won’t go until I go.

And I said: That’s fine. You could stay as long as you like.

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

Here is another ghost story I heard while on the Serrano Valley walk … Link: “Gad the Mormon Boy: An Apocryphal Ghost Story,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 7 November 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eTu ..

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For Lightworkers: Antibiotics, Thought Forms, and Our Martian Bacterial Colonists’ Right to Stay Alive . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 13 October 2019; published on 28 October 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Alice’s Perilous Tales: Events Surrounding the Saddleridge Fire
    • Weekend Crowds of Thought Forms, the ‘Small Bads’, and Insomnia
      • Housecats and the ‘Small Bads’
    • Martian Bacterial Colonists of the Colon: A Great Light Upon Earth
    • Antibiotics Diminish the Light of the Martian Bacterial Colonists Within Us
    • Diminished Martian Light Within Allows ‘Small Bads’ Access to Our Gut Brains as We Sleep
    • For Lightworkers: Minimize Course of Antibiotics?
    • Message from My Martians: We Have a Right to Be Alive
    • Conclusion

Dear Ones,

Here is a longer video with an edited Summary for you. The topics are antibiotics, thought forms, and the Martian bacterial colonists of Earth …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I have an insight regarding the Martian bacterial colonists of Earth, of the human ‘space station’ colons that I have talked about in years past.

Alice’s Perilous Tales: Events Surrounding the Saddleridge Fire

I hurt my toe! I was cleaning off the roof of the shed preparatory to the great winds that came, that then resulted in the fire called the Saddleridge Fire. All this happened in the space of three days: The cleaning of the roof, the great gale winds, and the Saddleridge Fire, which came within about three and a half miles of the house.

While I was cleaning off the porch roof, something happened to one of my smaller toes: First it became insensitive to pain … numb … and then it started hurting like a bee sting.

By the next day, when the fire started, my toe was swollen up. So I went to the urgent care people, and they said: Take Keflex, a type of antibiotic in a family of antibiotics to which I am allergic. They said there is only a five percent chance that it will have the same effect.

What with the downed trees and the traffic accident … looked like it might have been a fatal accident … past which I drove, and the fire and the smoke, and all this stuff, I thought: Well, if Keflex is fast acting, then that is the best thing. So I took it.

The first day that I took it, all the symptoms were greatly relieved. It was terrific. But as I continued to take it … you know, as Lightworkers, we have much more sensitive electromagnetic systems than people are generally aware of. Of course, everybody is capable of having those types of electromagnetic systems, but not everybody is yet deeply aware of the electromagnetic nature of the body of Light.

So we Lightworkers have different medicinal requirements from other people, maybe because we are better at repairing Light problems that go wrong, and the Light is the template for the body. I am sure you have heard all this. Anyway, a lot of the time, when we get medicines, we just need a homeopathic amount of medicine in order to heal the body … not the usual course of medicine.

By the second day … which was yesterday … of taking this antibiotic, I started to get the same types of symptoms that I have had in years past with penicillin and amoxicillin and so forth. So today I had to quit.

But on the other hand, it has healed what was wrong, which was an infection caused by the puncturing of the skin, the integument, from that unknown trauma that happened on the roof of the shed.

Weekend Crowds of Thought Forms, the ‘Small Bads’, and Insomnia

Last night there was an incursion of the Dark. Of course, this is the Solar Minimum; it is close to Halloween, which is always kind of a spooky time of year, just before All Saints Day (November 1st); and just before extended income taxes are due.

So a lot of people are working very hard, all night long, on their taxes. In addition, there was a big party down the street. Cars were parked all over, and there was a far greater concentration of thought forms than usual.

Thought forms have an electromagnetic nature. They go right through walls; they do not depend on physical things to get where they are going. So there was a great charge of the thought form currents in the air. And that creates sleeplessness in my experience … similar to when you are at a meeting, and there are a lot of people there, and they are not concentrating on something special as is the case with a devotional service.

Say they are contentiously talking about city issues, for instance. There are thought forms flying all over the place. The same was the case last night: There were tons of thought forms … and, it seemed to me, inebriated thought forms … the type that draw in the ‘Small Bads’ (luckily not the Big Bads).

The Small Bads can influence our sleep pattern adversely, by giving us bad dreams. The thought forms come into our mind field and influence our dreaming capability. In addition there was an issue with regard to the food that I ate yesterday. I had a little chicken.

On Fridays and Saturdays my experience as a Lightworker is, it is not good to consume any kind of flesh at all … even ‘light’ flesh, like chicken and fish and seafood. It is best not to do that on Saturday nights. It has to do with these other types of thought forms that we run into on the weekend, that are different from the work-a-day thought forms, which are more disciplined, less alcoholic, less … I have not quite pegged it down, but there is something Dark and sad and angry about the thought forms that people produce on Friday and Saturday nights here in Los Angeles. It is usually not so bad in my area because it is so quiet here; there are not very many people here. But last night … most likely for the reasons I have mentioned before … it was worse than usual. I got restless sleep.

Housecats and the ‘Small Bads’. And my cat was behaving very oddly, as if she wanted to get into the room; as if she herself was affected by this issue. Cats are much more easily affected by the Small Bads than humans.

I have seen to my cat; she is doing better. I have seen to myself; I am doing better.

Martian Bacterial Colonists of the Colon: A Great Light Upon Earth

I have a theory for you, regarding the Martian Bacterial Colonists of Earth and antibiotics, such as penicillin and the like: The Martian Bacterial Colonists have said that they see themselves as a great Light upon the Earth.

Light is a form of electromagnetic energy. As you may know, we Lightworkers deal with electromagnetic energy. Earth has a body of Light known as the magnetosphere. We have a body of Light that uses electricity and magnetism in our nervous systems to send signals back and forth in our nervous systems.

Antibiotics Diminish the Light of the Martian Bacterial Colonists Within Us

Antibiotics, as I understand it, kill the commensal organisms in our colon … just as they kill the invading, hostile organisms in our colon. After we take a course of antibiotics, we will most likely need to rebuild the commensal organisms in our colon, using probiotics and yogurt and things of that nature.

In the meantime … such as last night … when commensal organisms in the gut are at an all-time low because of the die-off caused by antibiotics, it could be that the great Light that they talk about … that they provide to the world … is relatively missing from our colons.

Diminished Martian Light Within Allows ‘Small Bads’ Access to Our Gut Brains as We Sleep

A lot of the dreaming that we do at night has to do with the gut brain, which emanates from the colon. It is possible for incursions of the Dark … this is my theory: It is possible that incursions of the Small Bads … not the Big Bads, but the Small Bads … may be more likely to occur against the gut brain when the Great Light of the bacterial inhabitants of the colon is damped down by a course of antibiotics. As mentioned above, it may be the ‘small bads’ that then cause us insomnia and nightmares.

For Lightworkers: Minimize Course of Antibiotics?

So I suggest the thing for Lightworkers to do is to minimize our course of antibiotics, if indeed we have to take it. Say there is a great fire, and your house is in danger, and you can solve this problem of the infection in your foot, so that you can save your life, and that of your neighbors, in case of need. If you have to take that antibiotic, then do not take it for very long. If you are a Lightworker, and find yourself intolerant of a prescribed course of medicine, then try taking a homeopathic amount of the medicines provided by Western science. You may find it works better for your system, and helps keep the total kingdom of your life forms in better working order … and better able to defend you electromagnetically.

Message from My Martians: We Have a Right to Be Alive

I am bidden to mention something else to you. This is something that is near to my heart; but to tell the truth, I had thought it might be best not to mention it, because I will never get a buy-in from anyone but the Lightworkers, I feel … Here is the special request from the Martian bacterial colonists of Earth …

They say: We have a right to be alive.

To that I will add: It was they that created us, here on Earth. Many of the other sentient and nonsentient life forms on Earth were created through their genetic engineering. They are the Elder Race of Earth, and we are but the new beginners here.

We, so far, have an appalling lack of understanding of the importance of cooperating with them, in order to keep ourselves healthy. In fact, much of modern medicine does the exact opposite. I am appalled … truly appalled … at modern medicine.

On behalf of the Elder Race, I would like to say: They have a right to stay alive. And we have a need to work with them in order to maintain these bodies that we are currently caring for, here on Earth.

That was a special request. I know you are not there with me; but for the Lightworkers: There it is. You can teach your people respect for all life forms on Earth, especially those inside us.

I do not know how the microimmunological community of scientists is going to take this. Maybe they will not see it. That would be great!

Conclusion

I have to tell you, I am looking forward to All Saints Day on November the first, after Halloween. That is going to be a good day … and then, on into Winter Solstice for all of us. With the New Year, they say, there may be the beginning of a new Solar Maximum cycle building up. That will be something to look forward to.

That is all I have to say. I have to go do my taxes. Talk to you all later on. By-bye. Take care.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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The Man with the Serrated Scimitar . a story by Alice B. Clagett

Happened on 13 June 2019; published on 4 October 2019

Dear Ones,

On 13 June 2019 I parked my car at the trailhead at the end of Decker School Road in northwestern Leo Carrillo State Park in the Santa Monica Mountains, California, and began a walk along Nicholas Flat Trail, which leads to Nicholas Pond and then down to the Pacific Ocean, had one a yen to walk that far. The thing I remember most vividly about that walk was this …

I parked my car at the trailhead and began walking along the trailhead. There was a gentle rise to my left, and a gentle descent into a dry streambed to my right. It looked to me as if the terrain had been burned over during the great Woolsey Fire that began in early November 2018, and burned about 100,000 acres of land in the Santa Monica Mountains …

Link: “2018 Woolsey Fire,” at National Park Service … https://www.nps.gov/samo/learn/management/2018-woolsey-fire.htm ..

I heard two men conversing from down the trail in the southerly direction I was heading; from the sound of their voices, they were heading toward me.

I was carrying my camcorder and dawdling along the trail as I took photos of the landscape and plants along the way.

Pretty soon I saw two young men, maybe in their late 20s or early 30s, coming toward me along the trail. They were strangers to me, walking side by side, and taking up the width of the narrow trail. One was a little taller, maybe nearly 6 feet tall, spare and lean. The other was maybe three inches shorter and a little more muscular; he was an athletic weight for his age.

The shorter man, who approached along the left edge of the trail, was carrying in his right hand a curved scimitar that looked about like this 25 inch stainless steel blade …

Image: “Personalized Scimitar Swords Set with Custom Engraved Text” … https://i.etsystatic.com/16516687/r/il/d98d5f/1885968716/il_794xN.1885968716_efu2.jpg ..

… except that, as I recall with puzzlement, part of the top edge of the scimitar was serrated.

I stepped to the left-hand side of the trail, which was higher and, I felt, more defensible. From that slightly higher elevation I faced the trail. In my left hand was my camcorder.

The man with the scimitar sized me up as he approached, swinging his two-foot steel blade lazily back and forth as he walked. Then his glance fell upon my camcorder, and his energy field contracted slightly.

He said to me: Is that a camera?

I said: Yes.

As the two men drew abreast of me, the hairs of my left leg, which was a foot beyond the left side of the trail, sensed a change in the breeze as the scimitar swung past my lower body. Then the men walked by.

As I waited, I heard them reach their car. Then two car doors slammed. As I looked up, their cars drove back up Decker School Road.

As I began walking farther along the trail, a vision came to me on the astral plane which seemed to me to be the daydream of the scimitar-carrying man. In the dream, the two men were walking together in the southerly direction I had been heading.

They came to terrain that was flatter and more open. A young man was there, standing all alone; it seemed to me he importuned them sexually. In the dream, the man with the scimitar gathered his strength and will to slay the stranger. Then suddenly, the vision vanished.

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Aside from this encounter with the two men, it was a very pleasant outing. I was pleased to find hundreds of tiny California toads hopping through the wetlands around Nicholas Pond. This is indeed a rare sight in Southern California, most likely occasioned, I thought, by the greater than average rainfall last winter.

The pond, too, was more full of water than I had ever seen it before, in my many years of wandering the Santa Monica Mountains.

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

FOR MORE INFORMATION

Here are photos from the hike on the day described in the story … Link: “Nicholas Flat Trail,” photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 13 June 2019; published on 3 October 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-env ..

Many of these photos are featured in this video … Link: “Nicholas Flat Trail and the Music of Chris Zabriskie,” compiled by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 13 June 2019; published on 3 October 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eno ..

Link: “Trail of the Month ~~ May 2013: Nicholas Flat” … https://smmtc.org/trailofthemonth/trail_of_the_month_201305_Nicholas_Flat.php ..

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The Ghouls of Sere Vale . a story by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 29 September 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

Here is a spooky tale for you. 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.

Do I have a spooky story for you!

I just went down a long grade on a poorly paved hill with a lot of issues for a Honda to negotiate … a mile or so down … and at the bottom of the mountain was a rough campground. It was a dead end next to a stand of trees and a tiny, very shallow brook. There were no people there.

I got a spooky feeling immediately. I hardly wanted to get out of the car, even so much as to look at the brook. I did get out, but first I positioned my car so that it was heading back in the direction up the hill, next to the road … such as it was … that went up the hill.

As I got out of my car, lo and behold, there drove down to the turnaround that I was facing a man who looked like Clint Eastwood; without a mustache, without a hat, but definitely that piercing-eyed, Clint Eastwood, spare look.

Next to him in the car was a lady who was looking in the other direction, as if she were emotionally distant. She was about his age, maybe his wife or girlfriend, I guess. She was very pretty, and muscular in the way that people who live outdoors on ranches are.

So I thought, gosh, maybe these two are ranchers or farmers; something like that. But I had a presentiment; I thought: Maybe I had better skedaddle back up the hill right away. So the minute I saw them I got in the car. Just as they were stopping in the roundabout, I was heading back up the hill, such as it was … the ill-paved hill … as fast as I could, considering my Honda.

While I was going up the hill I was talking to them on the psychic plane.

The man said: I guess she knows what happened here last night.

I thought: What is that about … that big, black trash bag propped up against the post next to the roundabout? Are there bodies in the bag? What’s up? My emotions were running wild; I could not figure it out.

Then I said to the lady, on the psychic plane: Say, what does he mean by that?

She said: We tied ‘em up, and we conked ‘em out.

I said, on the astral plane: Where’d you take them?

She said: We took them to the manure heap in the back of our place.

As I was heading up the hill I heard a friend of the man pitch in and say: Did we lose anything there?

And the man at the bottom of the hill said: No, I don’t think that’s worth looking into.

I thought: Oh my gosh, what should I do? So in that county where that is, in my mind I called to the sheriff. I said: Say, you know what’s happening over there …

He said: Yeah, we got an idea what’s going on.

Then I said: I spect it’s those types of folks that hires a sheriff in this county?

He said: Yeah, it’s up to them.

Spooky! Then the man at the bottom of the hill said: Well you know, we ain’t got enough water for the cattle out here to last all the year round, so we got to do something to make ends meet.

I got on the main road, and was just riding along, hoping there were no tacks strewn round on that bad road that went down the mountain; hoping I was not going to get a flat before I got back to welcome civilization … that being the next small town along the way.

I heard the woman’s voice talking to the man. It went like this: I just don’t like that look in their eyes … that pleading look in their eyes.

The man said: Last night the fellow died like a man. He looked me straight in the eye and he said ‘Go ahead and do it!’

The other night I was listening to a gentleman on the psychic plane. He sounded a little like the Dalai Lama; like a person who offers sage, peaceful advice. He said: If anybody confesses to a horrible crime on the astral plane, just say to them ‘I understand’. Then they will leave you alone, and go off someplace.

I have been trying that ever since. I have to say, my success rate is pretty impressive. So I thought, with this couple with whom I was just talking it might be a good thing to use as well, because then the gentleman at the bottom of the hill said, on the astral plane: I wonder if we have to worry about rounding up this one …

I said: I understand …

And he said: No, I guess that’s no worth worrying about.

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

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