Category Archives: Birds

Nanday Parakeets Chatting . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 24 October 2020; published on 27 February 2021
Location: Santa Monica Mountains, Greater Los Angeles, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Nanday Parakeets (Aratinga nenday) Chatting,” Soundtrack

Dear Ones,

Here is a short video of a crowd of chatting nanday parakeets (Aratinga nenday) … As there are no words, the Summary contains only a soundtrack of the parakeet conversation …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“Nanday Parakeets (Aratinga nenday) Chatting
Soundtrack by Alice B. Clagett
24 October 2020

 

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

These were done on the same day …

Link: “Geostorm Shelters from Noospheric Turmoil and Mental Chaos Emanating from a Nearby City: Bowl in the Mountains,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 October 2020; published on 27 February 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lLG ..

Link: “Lady Face Trail,” photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 October 2020; published on 15 April 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-mmI ..

Link: “Lady Face Trail – 360 Degree View,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 October 2020; published on 27 February 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-mmu ..

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Sun’s Dark Filament and Paramount Mountain. by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 23 February 2021; published on 24 February 2021
Location: At or Near Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Photos by Alice

Dear Ones,

Here are short videoclips of the Sun, the sky, the gibbous waxing moon, and the clouds at or near Paramount Ranch in the Santa Monica Mountains. The Summary that follows the video has both text and photos …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

This is Paramount Mountain during the beginning of Earth’s reception of a dark filament … a very huge dark filament … that flew off the Sun on 20 February 2021 (two days prior to when this video was made) … and it has already arrived partly …

Video of Dark Filament, 20 February 2021, from Space Weather … https://www.spaceweather.com/https://www.spaceweather.com/images2021/20feb21/canyonoffire_crop.gif ..

It is hard to explain, but I think that the Earth and the Sun establish an electromagnetic ‘handshake’ early on, when these solar events occur. And those of us who are electromagnetic field sensitive … such as the Lightworkers and the Healers, the Pathfinders and the Wayshowers … can sense the incoming solar event before it impacts the magnetosphere.

That is the case right now. I noticed today that the air is very ‘harsh’. And look at the Sun here; it is very different, is it not? It is always so, when there is a solar event: The Sun is very different …

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains: Sun at Paramount Mountain Two Days After Dark Filament Eruption from Sun,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains: Sun at Paramount Mountain Two Days After Dark Filament Eruption from Sun,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

[Short videoclip of Sun, low in sky, behind Alice.]

What do you think?

[Short videoclip of waxing gibbous moon in late afternoon sky. The call of a nanday parakeet (Aratinga nenday) can be heard.]

[Short videoclip of Paramount Mountain as Sun peeks over the top of the ridge.]

Looks like the deva of Paramount Mountain still has green wings!

[Short videoclip of scudding, fine-sculpted clouds.]

Look at this … music in the sky. The clouds are like musical notes. It is a most amazing thing … There is Paramount Mountain there, the famous silhouette [similar to above photo].

[Short videoclip of ravens landing on ground as sunset approaches. Pretty soon they will all take off northerly to their nightly roosting spot, most likely.]

Photos by Alice

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 4: The Deva of Paramount Mountain 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 4: The Deva of Paramount Mountain 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 5: The Deva of Paramount Mountain 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 5: The Deva of Paramount Mountain 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 7: The Deva of Paramount Mountain 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 7: The Deva of Paramount Mountain 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 8: Clouds Like Musical Notes 1,”” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 8: Clouds Like Musical Notes 1,”” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 9: Clouds Like Musical Notes 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 9: Clouds Like Musical Notes 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 10: Clouds Like Musical Notes 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 10: Clouds Like Musical Notes 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 11: Eucalyptus Trees Just Before Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 11: Eucalyptus Trees Just Before Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 12: Clouds Like Musical Notes 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 12: Clouds Like Musical Notes 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 13,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 13,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 14: Clouds Near Paramount Ranch Just Before Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains 14: Clouds Near Paramount Ranch Just Before Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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Raven Hello . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 11 January 2021; published on 28 January 2021
Location: Trippet Ranch, Topanga State Park, Topanga, California

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Dear Ones,

Here is a very short video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Three clucking sounds by me: Tick – tick – tick

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

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California Quail and Desert Cottontail . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 6 June 2020; published on 3 January 2021
Location: Ojai, California

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Dear Ones,

Here is a short film of California Quail (Callipepla californica), male, female, and babies. There is a cameo appearance by a Desert Cottontail (Sylvilagus audubonii).

As there are no words, there is no Summary …

VIDEOS BY ALICE

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

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Boo Bird . by Alice B. Clagett

Drawn in January 1960; published on 28 December 2020

Dear Ones,

Here are some fun drawings and photos from my youth …

Drawing: “Boo Bird 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Boo Bird 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Alice and Boo Bird 1B,” by unknown, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Alice and Boo Bird 1B,” by unknown, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Boo Bird 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Boo Bird 2,” by unknown, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Alice and Boo Bird 2,” by unknown, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Alice and Boo Bird 2,” by unknown, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Boo Bird 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Boo Bird 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Boo Bird 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Boo Bird 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Boo Bird 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

Drawing: “Boo Bird 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, January 1960, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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‘Dear Me’ Birdsong . recorded by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 31 March 2020; published on 28 December 2020
Location: San Fernando Valley, California

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Dear Ones,

Here is a natural gift of birdsong. As there are no words, there is no Summary …

VIDEO BY ALICE

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

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Hawk Takeoff . photos by Alice B. Clagett

Imaged on 5 October 2020; published on 6 November 2020
Location: Mulholland Drive, Woodland Hills, California

Dear Ones,

Here are photos of a hawk taking off …

Image: “Hawk Takeoff 1, Mulholland Drive, Woodland Hills, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 October 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Hawk Takeoff 1, Mulholland Drive, Woodland Hills, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 October 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Hawk Takeoff 2, Mulholland Drive, Woodland Hills, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 October 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Hawk Takeoff 2, Mulholland Drive, Woodland Hills, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 October 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Hawk Takeoff 3, Mulholland Drive, Woodland Hills, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 October 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Hawk Takeoff 3, Mulholland Drive, Woodland Hills, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 October 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Hawk Takeoff 4, Mulholland Drive, Woodland Hills, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 October 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Hawk Takeoff 4, Mulholland Drive, Woodland Hills, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 October 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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Unsuccessful Attempt to Teach Ravens a New Word . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 18 February 2020; published on 27 October 2020
Location: Lake Piru Recreation Area, Ventura County, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

Here are some ravens at Lake Piru who are unwilling to change their ways! There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Raven 1 (in a rather rough voice): Hawk, hawk, hawk.

Raven 2 (in a higher voice): Hawk, hawk, hawk.

Raven 1 (in a rather rough voice): Hawk, hawk, hawk.

Raven 2 (in a higher and louder voice): Hawk, hawk.

Three raven voices intermixed: Hawk, hawk … (etc.)

Alice: Heron. Heron. Heh. Heh. Heh.

Raven 1 maybe (in a rather rough voice): Hawk, hawk, hawk.

Alice: Heron. Heron. Heron. (Shows grey heron standing in a cow pasture.)

Well, as you can see, so far, I have not convinced these ravens that a heron is not a hawk. Any large bird that is not a raven they currently call a hawk.

I tried: Heh, heh, heh … and Heron, heron, heron.

I might try some other word later on. It has to be some word that is easy to pronounce, I feel.

In love, light and joy
I Am of the Stars

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Birdsong – Summer Solstice 2020 . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 16 June 2020; published on 21 October 2020

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Birdsong, Summer Solstice 2020, Soundtrack

Dear Ones,

Here is birdsong just before Summer Solstice 2020. As there are no words, the Summary contains only the soundtrack …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Birdsong, Summer Solstice 2020
Soundtrack Recorded by Alice B. Clagett
Location: Cheeseboro and Palo Comado Canyon, Agoura, California
16 June 2020

 

In love, light and joy
I Am of the Stars

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Talking to Birds and Lizards and the Spirits of the Air and Earth . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 9 July 2020; published on 14 October 2020
Location: Santa Monica Mountains, Calabasas, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • When to Chant ‘Om Ma’ and When to Chant ‘Mother Earth Loves Me’
    • “If you start to get tired, go on back, or ‘Vekr’ will grab you and he won’t let go.”
      • Sidebar: Are ‘Vekr’ the same as ‘Asuras’?
    • Spirits of the Lizards
    • Why Am I Hearing from the Spirits of the Birds Right Now?
    • Spirits of the Air and the Gentle Breeze of Early Morning
    • Mid-Morning: Spirits of the Birds Chat with Spirits of the Lizards
      • Sidebar: How Birds, Reptiles, and Amphibians Express Joy in Mating

Dear Ones,

Here are channeled talks from the Devic Realm … the nature spirits that care for birds and lizards, and the nature elementals of the air and Earth. 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 have been talking to the Spirits of the Birds today, as I have been lately, for the last few weeks. I was up very early today, and I worked for a long time, and then, around sunrise, I went to sleep for an hour. And when I woke up, there were all kinds of little beings clustered around the top of my head, flying in the air. They were all saying: Don’t leave; don’t leave; don’t leave; don’t leave! … There are predators everywhere!

This has happened … I would say … a time or two before. I just took some time to figure out what was happening. I went outside to the front yard, where the jacaranda trees are. There were lots of birds in the trees. And everywhere where I heard bird song I could also hear a Spirit of the Bird talking to me.

They say that there are beings in the air that are predators, and that, when a person chants: Om Ma … it helps protect the Spirits of the Birds, which may be what they call the faeries that protect the birds …

Image: Faerie and Bird, by Sara Butcher, posted on 10 October 2011 … https://lovingcoastalliving.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/perchedatdawn.jpg ..

It helps protect them from these beings in the air … the predators in the air.

Then I thought I would go for a particular hike, but they did not like that idea. They wanted me to go for a hike where there were lots of birds. So here I am right now, on a trail with lots of birds amongst the chaparral. The Spirits of the Birds are talking to me again. And someone told me … on the psychic plane, he said: Try to talk to other types of beings too. Talk to other beings than the Spirits of the Air.

So I tried my old chant: Mother Earth loves me. And the Spirits of the Birds … the nature spirits that guard and protect the birds, I guess … were laughing. It was like ‘tittering’ … it was really sweet. And they said: Oh, those beings! We’re not supposed to talk to them!

And I said: Why? Why is that?

They said: We’re just not supposed to talk to them.

So I guess the Spirits of the Earth might be the brownies and the gnomes we have talked about before; and that the Spirits of the Air, the nature elementals of the air … the sylphs … and the faeries that associate with the birds and protect them … do not have much talking to do with the brownies and the gnomes that protect the things close to the surface of the Earth and just beneath it. And far beneath it are the dwarves.

I gather from the way that they felt about it, that they are not on hostile terms with the beings of the Earth … the ones that are summoned through the chant: Mother Earth loves me … but they just do not have much to do with them. They are a different sort of being. Now you know to chant: Om Ma for the Spirits of the Air and the faeries that protect the birds, and to chant Mother Earth loves me … for the brownies, the gnomes, and the dwarves that dwell far beneath the Earth.

When to Chant ‘Om Ma’ and When to Chant ‘Mother Earth Loves Me’

I was walking along, and I was told, just now, by the Spirits of the Birds, that the time to chant: Om Ma … is early in the morning … after sunrise, and before 10 am. As it is around 10 am now, they advised me to start chanting: Mother Earth loves me … They said: It’s not too late to chant that.

“If you start to get tired, go on back, or ‘Vekr’ will grab you and he won’t let go.”

I was just talking to the Spirits of the Air and the Faeries of the Birds … the nature spirits of the birds … and I was walking up a little hill on this nature path as I did so. And one of the Spirits of the Birds said to me: If you start to get tired, go on back, or ‘Vekr’ will grab you and he won’t let go.

And I got to thinking about this word ‘Vekr’, that I have been hearing for years now, from the nature realm. At first I thought it was a human being that I knew. And now I think I must have heard a very old-time name for the beings in the air that the nature spirits fear … ‘Vekr’ … so old that it is lost in the mists of history until now, and only just now has reappeared.

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Sidebar: Are ‘Vekr’ the same as ‘Asuras’?

Maybe ‘Vekr’ are the power-seeking beings known in Ancient India as ‘Asuras’, which war against the beings of the Devic Realm.

There is purported to be another evil class of beings known as Rakshasas (which I take to be the red or black devils of Christian literature) that war against saints and Asuras are said to live underground (although, in my clair experience, they are sometimes chased through the air by the nature spirits, who laugh joyfully at causing the asuras to flee).

Legends say that Rakshasas live on or above the surface of the Earth (although, in my clair experience, the most evil of the Rakshasas seem to reside in the hellworlds found in the densest negative aspects of the astral plane, and on the physical plane, near the molten core of Earth).
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The chant May the Animals Fall Asleep … I have spoken of it before …

Link: “Compendium: Songs to Make the Air Fall Asleep,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 14 July 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-dC3

… is a good chant or song to sing, to eliminate the evil intentions of the animals of the air from our personal energy field. [Sings:] May the air fall asleep. May the animals fall asleep.

I tried ‘May the air fall asleep’ this morning, and the Spirits of the Birds said: Don’t sing that! We need to stay wide awake right now, because of the predators in the air.

So I suggest: May the animals fall asleep. But if you say that, then sometimes the birds start to fall asleep, or the rabbits start to fall asleep, or the squirrels start to fall asleep. It might be better to only say that in an emergency, when all ‘Hectorville’ … war … has broken loose on the psychic plane, and all the nature spirits are warring against all the beings they call ‘Vekr’.

Spirits of the Lizards

Image: “Santa Monica Mountains, Calabasas, California: Whiptail Lizard 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 9 July 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Santa Monica Mountains, Calabasas, California: Whiptail Lizard 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 9 July 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

[Video clip of what I take to be a whiptail lizard]

I was walking along the trail just now, and I saw a lizard. And it occurred to me that these beings so unfriendly to the Spirits of the Birds might be the spirits that associate with the lizards. What do you think? Lizards do war quite a lot, and their voice is very different from that of the birds.

Around this time of day the lizards are out more, because there is a lot of bright sunlight. The Earth warms up.

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I was just talking with the Spirit of a Bird, and I asked it what the Spirit of a Lizard sounds like. Here is what I heard: The Spirit of the Bird said: They have a weird sound! They have a weird sound!

And I said: What kind of sound?

And they said: A ‘boodie tailer’ sound. They have a ‘boodie tailer’ sound … like that.

You know, I am thinking about the lizards, and I think they must relate more to fire than to Earth … somewhat to Earth, because they walk along it, but they love a warm day … so maybe both Fire and Earth for lizards.

But that is not true of the entire reptile kingdom [loosely speaking; technically reptiles constitute a ‘Class’ of beings] because we have snakes. And in this kind of place … here in California … snakes like to be out at night in the summertime, because it is so hot during the day.

Image: “Santa Monica Mountains, Calabasas, California: Whiptail Lizard 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 9 July 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Santa Monica Mountains, Calabasas, California: Whiptail Lizard 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 9 July 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

[Video clip of what I take to be another whiptail lizard]

I was listening to a bird while I was looking at that lizard there, and the Spirit of the Bird said: It is faster than a bird, faster than a bird! It is faster than a bird!

Why Am I Hearing from the Spirits of the Birds Right Now?

I was walking along the path, and I asked the same Spirit of a Bird: Why is it that I’m hearing from the Spirits of the Birds right now?

And the Spirit said: Om Ma, Om Ma, Om Ma, Om Ma! That’s why you hear the Spirits of the Birds!

I was just talking to the same Spirit of a Bird, and I said: What kind of bird is that?

And it said: Thrasher, thrasher, thrasher. It’s that kind of bird.

Spirits of the Air and the Gentle Breeze of Early Morning

It is 10:30 am, and I was walking up the trail, chanting under my breath, to myself: Om Ma, Om Ma … with each step. And one of the Spirits to whom I have been talking said: Don’t chant that right now, because the Spirits of the Air aren’t there.

And I said: Where are they?

And it said: They’re asleep.

So I got to thinking that early in the morning there may be more of a breeze than at 10:30 am, and it may be easier for the Spirits of the Birds and the Spirits of the Air to talk?

This is all a mystery to me. And I expect you all to resolve it, because I may not ever be able to. Please let me know if you figure it out. I would really like to know.

Mid-Morning: Spirits of the Birds Chat with Spirits of the Lizards

I was about to stop talking, and I put my camcorder down, and then I heard one of the beings that I have been hearing say: Boodie holer, boodie holer, boodie holer!

And I said: Who is that? [meaning: Who is that speaking to me?]

And it said: The Spirit of the Bird!

And I said: I thought that those beings were asleep right now.

And it said: The Spirits of the Air! We like the Spirits of the Air!

So after the Spirits of the Air depart, when the air is very calm, then it seems … now I know … that the Spirits of the Birds will chat along with the Spirits of the Lizards … of which [lizards] there are various kinds here on the trail today.

Early morning, it seems, is a good time to take a look for lizards, here in Southern California.

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Sidebar: How Birds, Reptiles, and Amphibians Express Joy in Mating

As to the terms ‘boodie tailer’ and ‘boodie holer’, I wonder if these may have to do with the posterior orifice of all birds, reptiles, and amphibians that is known as a ‘cloaca’. This unique orifice allows urine and feces to pass from the body. It also serves as reproductive opening.

Thus the terms ‘boodie’ might refer to the anatomy of birds, reptiles, and amphibians. In that regard this term may be a joyful descriptive conferred by the Spirits of the Birds on all three sorts of beings.

Just possibly, the term ‘boodie tailer’ might refer to lizards, or maybe the Spirits of the Lizards; and the term ‘boodie holer’ might refer to birds, or maybe the Spirits of the Birds.

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Raven Talk . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 6 February 2020; published on 20 August 2020
Location: Cheeseboro Canyon, Agoura Hills, California …. where the ravens have big vocabularies.

Image: “Incoming Light: Dark Interference, Cheeseboro Canyon, Agoura Hills, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 6 February 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Incoming Light: Dark Interference, Cheeseboro Canyon, Agoura Hills, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 6 February 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Talk, talk, talk!
    • Raven 1 (far off): Hawk, hawk, hawk. [predator report, please …]
    • Raven imitating airplane or motor noise, plus the ‘dripping water’ sound (6 ‘tock’ tune) …

Dear Ones,

Here is raven talk. After the video is a Summary …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Talk, talk, talk!

Alice: Talk, talk, talk!
Raven: Talk, talk, talk!
Alice: Talk, talk, talk!
Another Raven: Talk, talk, talk!

Well, I could swear they were saying today, on the psychic plane: All the time they’re talking about us! All the time they’re talking about us! 

And they are laughing about it.

And then on the physical plane they are saying: Talk, talk, talk! Talk, talk, talk!

Did you hear?

Raven 1 (far off): Hawk, hawk, hawk. [predator report, please …]
Raven 2 (fast on the heels of R1): Heh, heh.
Raven 3 (in the foreground): Hawk! [one human, possibly dangerous]
Raven 2: Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh. [fat chance, silly willy!]
Raven 1: Haw, haw, haw, haw, haw.
Raven 3: Hawk! [one human]

Raven imitating airplane or motor noise, plus the ‘dripping water’ sound (6 ‘tock’ tune)

Is that the sound of an airplane? Hear it? Airplane or motor noise.

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

Image: “Incoming Light: Dark Interference, Cheeseboro Canyon, Agoura Hills, California 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 6 February 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Incoming Light: Dark Interference, Cheeseboro Canyon, Agoura Hills, California 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 6 February 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0
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Raven Talk: Allo, Allo! . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 28 January 2020; published on 4 August 2020
Location: Lake Piru, Los Padres National Forest and Topatopa Mountains, Ventura County, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Raven Talk: Allo, Allo!” . by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
    • Photos by Alice

Dear Ones,

Here is a video about raven talk at Lake Piru, California …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I am at Lake Piru right now. I was just walking toward the road; a raven was perched on the telephone line. It said something like this: Allo, Allo …

. . . . .

“Raven Talk: Allo, Allo!”
By Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
28 January 2020

 

Allo, Allo!

. . . . .

I looked up, and tried to open up my camcorder, and it flew off!

Photos by Alice

Image: “Sun and Trees, Lake Piru, Ventura County, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sun and Trees, Lake Piru, Ventura County, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sun and Trees, Lake Piru, Ventura County, California 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sun and Trees, Lake Piru, Ventura County, California 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

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I Am of the Stars
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Nanday Parakeets in Solstice Canyon . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 9 March 2017; published on 22 March 2017
Location: Solstice Canyon, Malibu, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE

Dear Ones,

This is a just-for-fun video of wild Nanday parakeets in Solstice Canyon. As there are no words, there is no Summary …

VIDEO BY ALICE

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Raven Talk: Help, Help, Help! . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 17 January 2020; published on 14 July 2020
Location: Cheeseboro and Palo Comado Canyon, Agoura Hills, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Raven Talk: Help, Help, Help!” Recorded by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack

Dear Ones,

Here is a video that seems to have a new raven word in it: Help! The Summary after the video also contains the Soundtrack …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Alice: I think this means: Help, help, help! Listen …

Raven (in a high voice): Help, help, help! … Help, help, help!

Alice: I’m getting that: Help, help, help!

[Other ravens with different voices, are also talking. One, in a mid-range, repetitive, calm voice says: Caw, caw, caw, caw … Another raven says in a strident, sarcastic voice: Caaw, caaw, caaw, caaw! … and then after a pause, with emphasis, it says: Aaaw, aaaw, aaaw.]

“Raven Talk: Help, Help, Help!”
Recorded by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack
17 January 2020

 

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I Am of the Stars.

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Oak Tree, Birdsong, and Weird Sound . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 17 January 2020; published on 12 July 2020
Location: Cheeseboro and Palo Comado Canyon, Agoura Hills, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Oak Tree, Birdsong, and Weird Sound,” by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack

Dear Ones,

Here is a video of birdsong. The birds were having a wonderful day. There is an overlay of an odd sound; I guess maybe in the air? There are no words in the video, so the Summary after the video contains only the Soundtrack …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“Oak Tree, Birdsong, and Weird Sound”
by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack
7 January 2020

 

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I Am of the Stars.

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‘Om Ma’ Song for the Birds and Faeries . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 27 June 2020; published on 30 June 2020

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “‘Om Ma’ Song for the Birds and Faeries,” Channeled by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Lyrics

Dear Ones,

Here is a song composed and sung in a sylvan glade for the birds and faeries. If you listen, you can hear them talking! There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“‘Om Ma’ Song for the Birds and Faeries”
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Lyrics
27 June 2020

 

Om Ma, Om Ma, Om Ma, Om
Om Ma, Om Ma, Ma Ma, Om   (x4)

[looking up] Thank you very much! Wow, how beautiful! Thank you! Yeah?

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
and We Are Om Ma

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Vignette: Raven and Sun . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 10 January 2020; published on 30 May 2020
Location: Victory Trailhead, Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space, Simi Hills, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
      • Photo by Alice

Dear Ones,

Here is a vignette I filmed in January 2020. As there are no words, the Summary contains only a photo …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Photo by Alice

Image: “Vignette: Raven and Sun,” by Alice B. Clagett, 10 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vignette: Raven and Sun,” by Alice B. Clagett, 10 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

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I Am of the Stars

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Interspecies Communication: Lizard Talk . Bird Talk . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 31 March 2020; published on 1 April 2020
Previously titled: Lizard Talk . Bird Talk 

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
  • BIRD TALK DURING LIZARD FIGHT AT THE END OF THE VIDEO
  • PHOTO BY ALICE

Dear Ones,

Here is a video with a story about nonhuman telepathic input regarding territorial aggression, a feeling of the human and nonhuman reptilian mind of lizards. After the video is an edited Summary. After that (and not included in the video) is my interpretation of two birds talking on the physical plane during a lizard fight at the end of the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

Yesterday I was out in the backyard, cleaning off the edge of the backyard, behind the fence, where the black mustard was starting to grow up. Now is the time, right after the rains. I will admit, I was getting a little tired. When I get a little tired, the form of my interspecies communication … my telepathy with nonhumans … takes on a different tenor. My chakric energy sinks down, or changes a little bit, and my heart energy changes; that is the cause of it.

So I heard this telepathic chatter going on; it sounded like a little child speaking; but a very cold-hearted little child, very lacking in heart energy. The child said: If she dies, then we could move into her house, and we could live there.

I was thinking to myself: There are no children in this neighborhood that think things like that. I have heard talk of this tenor, off and on, all afternoon long. What could it possibly be?

I started taking the ladders and the tools back, and putting them in the toolshed and the places where they belonged. As I was walking up to the toolshed, I saw a lizard; not just one lizard, but another lizard … and another lizard, and another lizard, and another lizard … and a very small lizard that looks like it has had a mishap or two. And another lizard; this one was playing ‘top of the fence’.

And I thought: Oh, my gosh! I’ve been talking with the lizard children all day long!

[shows another lizard walking down the side of a garden wall] … Where are you going? Where are you going?

[Pans left, to smaller lizard doing pushups] Ohhh … going to talk to this lizard. [Smaller lizard skitters toward lizard walking down the side of the garden wall] … Uh oh, it is not a talk! [Pans right; the small lizard is half way up the garden wall, and the first lizard has disappeared.]

Nope, it was a lizard territorial fight. The lizard on the left was the one that won. And that is what it was talking about, when it talked about my house. They want to be the ones that have the territory and have the homes. They do not mind if another lizard bites the dust, as long as they can have that home for themselves.

[Shows big lizard chasing smaller lizard around and around.]

[End of video]

BIRD TALK DURING LIZARD FIGHT AT THE END OF THE VIDEO

The weirdest thing happened during this final videoclip; it seemed to me, on viewing it, that the songbirds in the soundtrack were commenting on what the lizards were doing. It seemed to me they were speaking English, but in a musical, flutelike voice with similar vowels to our way of speaking English, and similar emotive emphasis, but with less voicing of consonants.

Here, more or less, is what it sounded like the birds were saying …

First bird, assertively: Look at here! Dear, dear me, they are fight-ing here! …
Second bird, timidly: Dear me, what are they doing? …
First bird, assertively: They are fight-ing, they are fight-ing! Right? …
Second bird, timidly: Could that be?
First bird, assertively: Look, they are fighting each other. Oh my, dear me. Dear me! …
Second bird laughs gently, over and over again.
First bird, assertively: Look, dear, dear, dear, a fight here! …
[a pause, as the lizard in the foreground does pushups … then …]
Second bird, timidly: Fighting, fighting. Here, here, they are fighting!

PHOTO BY ALICE

Image: “Two Lizards,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 March 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Two Lizards,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 March 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

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I Am of the Stars

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Dark Love Triangle 2 . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 19 January 2020; published on 23 January 2020

Image: “Dark Love Triangle: Alpha Female or ‘Cheerleader’ and Two Men Who Love Her,” adapted and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 20 April 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0 … CREDITS: Image: “Two Men,” by Edgar Degas, ca. 1865-1869, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Two_Men_MET_DT6944.jpg … CC0 1.0 Universal; and from Image: “Woman Standing by a Tree,” by Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1866, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Woman_Standing_by_a_Tree_G-001652-20120801.jpg … public domain … DESCRIPTION: A woman in a long white dress and wearing a black hat stands between two men formally attired in a dark drawing room … COMMENT: This is the kind of Dark Love Triangle where a woman wants the romantic attention of two (or more) men. She will destroy male-female romantic relationships so as to accumulate a second man in her ‘portmanteau’. Another name for this behavior is ‘The Cheerleader’ … a woman who lords it over other women, and towards whom they feel envy because the men they love fall head over heels for her. This behavior is typical of alpha females.

Image: “Dark Love Triangle: Alpha Female or ‘Cheerleader’ and Two Men Who Love Her,” adapted and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 20 April 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0 …

CREDITS: Image: “Two Men,” by Edgar Degas, ca. 1865-1869, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Two_Men_MET_DT6944.jpg … CC0 1.0 Universal; and from Image: “Woman Standing by a Tree,” by Pierre-Auguste Renoir, 1866, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Woman_Standing_by_a_Tree_G-001652-20120801.jpg … public domain …

DESCRIPTION: A woman in a long white dress and wearing a black hat stands between two men formally attired in a dark drawing room …

COMMENT: This is the kind of Dark Love Triangle where a woman wants the romantic attention of two (or more) men. She will destroy male-female romantic relationships so as to accumulate a second man in her ‘portmanteau’. Another name for this behavior is ‘The Cheerleader’ … a woman who lords it over other women, and towards whom they feel envy because the men they love fall head over heels for her. This behavior is typical of alpha females.

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Dream About a Man Who Searched for the Mother He Had Lost in Everyone He Met [re ‘Likes Blondes Too’]
    • The Same Man in a Dark Love Triangle Setting [re ‘Likes Blondes Too’]
    • Is the Dark Love Triangle an Attempt to Resolve Issues with Mother and Father?
    • Results of Using the Affirmation: May no one hear anything at all from me!
    • Placing Awareness on the Eighth Chakra Can Reveal Our Karmic Metaprograms
    • Back to the Story: Other Thoughts on Why a Dark Love Triangle Might Occur
    • Definition of ‘Dark Love Triangle’
    • On the Intimate Man-Woman Relationship and Lifetime Mating Instinct as a Feral Drive
    • Concluding Thoughts

Dear Ones,

Here is a video about a dream I had on the theme of the Dark Love Triangle. 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 have a story to tell you based on astral stories and very deep, dreamtime realm dreams that came up last night. I have already recorded it. I found out that I was figuring it out as I recorded it. So, in several instances during the recording, I went back to events that had happened priorly, and then attempted to explain. I would like to apologize for the disjointed nature of this video, and hope that something more easily understood comes of it in times to come. It is a story about the Dark Love Triangle.

Last night I had a series of dreams that were pretty traumatic for me, that did not have to do with me. They were sort of looking into other people’s dream realms. That visualization of other people’s dreams happened through concentration on my own eighth chakra, and clearing of my own eighth chakra, while lying on my back in corpse pose.

Dream About a Man Who Searched for the Mother He Had Lost in Everyone He Met [re ‘Likes Blondes Too’]

One story went like this: There was a man who had very little memory of his mother when he was young. She must have left the family when he was very young. So in the very early stages of his youth he was missing the maternal protective feeling of a mother being there. Although his father was there, his mother apparently was not.

That lack of the mother has led him all his life to search for the mother in all the people he sees. And it has colored his interactions with men and women in such a way that he has created a series of dream images that he superimposes on all the relationships he has in life, so as to try to find the maternal energy, and unite it with the father energy, at the same time that he is looking for romantic love.

The Same Man in a Dark Love Triangle Setting [re ‘Likes Blondes Too’]

I have hesitated to talk about this because it is ‘catching’, and I feel I have, in fact, seen other people ‘catching’ this same malware sequence … a very complicated one regarding Dark Love Triangles, about which I have written in past times …

Link: “Dark Love Triangle 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, written on 20 November 2017, 27 December 2017, and 3 February 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8in ..

I will just talk about last night’s dream: It had to do with a married man and a woman … in fact, the same two that were in the dream about the severed wedding ring finger …

Link: “The Wedding Ring,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 19 January 2020; published on 22 January 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-g9k ..

The man who lacked a mother in his early youth also was in the dream. His hope was to allow the woman to have sexual relief, so that their marriage could go on, even though ‘the father’ (the woman’s husband) was very, very angry. That makes me think that whatever happened in his youth with regard to the mother had to do with his own father’s violent anger against her.

I will call that other man … the man who lacked a mother in his early youth … ‘the third man’. And then there are the husband and wife. In his dream world, the third man got together with this couple, and he was cogitating about what to do so as to allow her to feel safe to be able to release her sexual energy that night, and at the same time to prevent the husband from venting his violent, angry subconscious imagery in real life upon her.

And the thing of it is that his dreaming, eighth chakra self came up with was … maybe you will make more sense out of this than I do; to me, it is still not clear … he needed to divert the angry energy of the husband, and then make love to the wife, from his heart chakra.

Is the Dark Love Triangle an Attempt to Resolve Issues with Mother and Father?

So if those two represent his father and mother in the unresolved childhood trauma, then that might mean that, in his relationships with women he is looking towards mother-lover Oedipal complex. In this case, through his loving interaction on the astral plane with the wife, he may be looking to relieve her sexual energy, which had been damaged that day by a kind of a ‘rape’ situation where the husband became very, very angry, and then demanded to have anal intercourse with his wife. And so the woman in question felt that she had been angrily assaulted, in a manner of speaking, even though the man was her husband.

Results of Using the Affirmation: May no one hear anything at all from me!

So there is that; a lot happened, it seems, on the astral plane yesterday and last night. I think this had to do with a new affirmation I have invented: May no one hear anything at all from me! … something like that.

That then creates a quietness in my own energy field. And so, instead of projecting their negative emotions on me and others, people start hearing what the personal issues are, especially amongst married couples, and then they start resolving them. There may be a lot of unresolved anger on both sides, that is projected towards other people (such as Lightworkers) so that the marriage can continue, without straining it through venting of negative emotions.

Placing Awareness on the Eighth Chakra Can Reveal Our Karmic Metaprograms

Where was I? … [laughs] … Back to the story: The third man knew about all that. The eighth chakra does this. It is very wise; it knows the metaprograms of karma and so forth. It knows the major plays that are keeping people on Earth, trying to figure out certain types of Soul wisdom. And it knows this about other people’s metaprograms too, it seems, in some cases.

Back to the Story: Other Thoughts on Why a Dark Love Triangle Might Occur

Or maybe those two were interacting because of the childhood trauma of the third person being similar to the trauma that this married couple had gone through yesterday. (You can see this is a reach for me!) So the third person had the idea that he could feel loving sexual thoughts towards the wife, and at the same time ask the husband to relate to him in a sexual way, as if he were sodomizing the third person at the same time as the third person was creating a sexual relief situation for the wife.

Definition of ‘Dark Love Triangle’

This I call a ‘Dark Love Triangle’: When three people have to be involved in what otherwise might be an intimate mating situation between a man and woman.

On the Intimate Man-Woman Relationship and Lifetime Mating Instinct as a Feral Drive

Even sparrows and other types of birds have the ability to mate together for life. And people have that ability too. Of course, sometimes there are terrible upsets in this, the third dimension. Sometimes someone passes on. Sometimes a person is lost to another person because of physical distance. All kinds of things can happen, that break the lifetime mating bond.

But still the ability to express that bond exists. And the chance exists for the person to express that bond through union with another person. And this, in my feeling, is the most clear-cut and straightforward way of relating to another person with regard to sex.

It has its basis in biology. It has its basis in the feral drives; and that adheres one person to another in a mating drive that carries with it both the subconscious and the conscious mind, and unites the person as one, whole, loving being feeling that love towards one other person; that is what I feel. That is why the Dark Love Triangle is an upset to me.

Concluding Thoughts

I am trusting that those of you with greater psychological and psychiatric experience than I have, to try to figure out what is ‘up’ with this, and to try to help those many people that I have observed, that do experience, throughout their lives, the Dark Love Triangle.

All right, you all; that is enough ‘jawing’ for one day. I will talk to you later.

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

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Ravens Speak English? . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 17 January 2020; published on 22 January 2020
Location: Cheeseboro Canyon Trail, near Agoura Hills, California

  • INTRODUCTION
  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

INTRODUCTION

Here is a video where I noticed the ravens seemed to be speaking English. The ravens have more to say in the video than what I was able to hear; see what you think they said! Also, notice the personalities of the different ravens …

Some are wise and full of authority and humor; some are in their middle years; and some are quite young, and learning from their elders.

I listened to the ravens as I continued on my walk. It seemed to me they only used the ‘hawk’ word when hawks were around. When flying together for sheer joy of the wind wafting through their wing feathers, they would intone the word ‘Caw’, which I take to be the name of the Raven Clan.

There is an edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

This is so embarrassing; it looks like the ravens out here in Cheeseboro Canyon have learned English, and we have not learned raven. Uh!

Wise raven speaking: “3 hawks, 3 hawks, 3 hawks. Heh, heh, heh. There, sweetheart, look, look. Hawk, hawk, hawk: 3 hawks. Look there: Three hawks.”

Raven: “Hawk, hawk.”

Me: That means: “Hawk, hawk.” There are three hawks circling. Four … three … Wait, one is a raven

Wise raven: “Hawk, hawk.”

Me, whispering: “Hawk, hawk.”

Young raven: “Hawk, hawk.”

Me: “Hawk, hawk.”

Wise raven: “Hawk, hawk.”

Me: “Hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk.” [testing whether they are using repetitions to indicate number of hawks] “We say that too.” [Raven flies off.] “There you go, Wow, look at you.”

Me: “Hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk.”

Young raven: “Hawk, hawk, hawk.”

Me: “Hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk.”

Wise raven, overlaid on my words, advising young raven: “Don’t answer.”

Wise raven: “Hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk.”

Me: “Hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk.”

Wise raven: “Hawk, hawk.” [bursts out laughing] Derisively: “Hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk.” [meaning, I feel, that there are only 2 hawks now, not four hawks]

Me: “Hawk, hawk, hawk, hawk.”

Wise raven: “Hawk, hawk, hawk.”

Me: “Hawk, hawk, hawk.”

Wise raven: “Whaddya know, we have a relationship”“Hawk, hawk, hawk.”

Me: “Hawk, hawk, hawk.”

Wise raven [how dumb can a human be!]: “Hawk. Hawk, Hawk.”

Wise raven [testing, dubiously]: “Hawk, hawk.”

Me: “Hawk, hawk.”

Wise raven and young raven are talking together. I say: “I saw it too; it’s a hawk for sure. Hawk, hawk, hawk!”

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

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Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 7 January 2020; published on 13 January 2020
Location: Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve, Simi Hills, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE: VICTORY TRAILHEAD CLOUDS
  • VIDEO BY ALICE: TWO RAVENS IN FLIGHT

Dear Ones,

Here are two videos and photos taken last week at Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve. There are no words, so there is no Summary …

VIDEO BY ALICE: VICTORY TRAILHEAD CLOUDS

VIDEO BY ALICE: TWO RAVENS IN FLIGHT

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

Photos from the above videos are here … Link: “Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve 2,” photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 7 January 2020; published on 13 January 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-izt ..

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Alice’s Perilous Tales: Escape from a Mind Control Cult . by Alice B. Clagett *

Filmed on 12 December 2019; published on 6 January 2020; revised on 9 June 2020
Previously titled: Alice’s Perilous Tales: Archangel Descends Upon a Swooping Demon
Location: 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: FRIGHTENING PSYCHIC EVENTS ENCOUNTERED IN A MEDITATION GROUP, PART 1
      • Mahabharata Vision: The West Los Angeles Power Failure and the Descent of the Archangel Upon a Swooping Demon [Heart Vampire]
  • ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: FRIGHTENING PSYCHIC EVENTS ENCOUNTERED IN A MEDITATION GROUP, PART 2
    • THE TERMINATOR DUDE THAT WALKED THROUGH THE WALL OF THE MEDITATION ROOM [Castratrux – Basal Vampire]
    • THE DARK BEING THAT WAS CHASED AWAY BY THE OMM CHANT OF THE MEDITATION GROUP [Alluring Calm]
    • HOW I USED TO FIGHT NOT TO FALL ASLEEP ON THE LONG DRIVE HOME FROM THE WEST LOS ANGELES MEDITATION GROUP MEETINGS [Alluring Calm]
    • PSYCHIC POWERS OF OMNIPRESENCE, MIND CONTROL AND PSYCHIC RAPE IN THE MEDITATION GROUP UBER LEADER [Heart Vampire]
      • The Adverse Effect on Me of the Psychic Power of Omnipresence in the Male Uber Meditation Leader
      • How the Uber Leader Announced He Was Mind Controlling All the Women in the Meditation Group
      • It Seemed a Being of Light Was Murdered by a Blast of Hatred from the Meditation Group’s Uber Leader
      • The Last Time I Meditated with That Group, It Seemed I Was Psychically Raped by the Male Uber Meditation Leader
    • VIOLENCE ON THE ASTRAL PLANE AFTER I LEFT THE MEDITATION GROUP [Heart Vampire]
      • Psychic or Perhaps Physical Violence Toward the Woman Leaders in the Meditation Group by the Male Uber Leader
      • Flight From What Seemed to be a ‘Killing Cult’, Deprogramming, and Psychic Release

Dear Ones,

Here are a video and an 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 Archangel Michael or Archangel Metatron.

After these is part 2 containing quite a bit more on the topic of my misadventures with what I began to feel was a mind control cult, and my harrowing escape from their psychic clutches.

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. 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. 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 a 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: FRIGHTENING PSYCHIC EVENTS ENCOUNTERED IN A MEDITATION GROUP, PART 1

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.

Mahabharata Vision: The West Los Angeles Power Failure and the Descent of the Archangel Upon a Swooping Demon [Heart Vampire]

Image: “Arjuna and Krishna at the Mahabharata War, Bhagavad Gita, Kurukshetra, Haryana: Arjuna is the archer, Krishna the charioteer. This scene iconically symbolizes the Bhagavad Gita – the spiritual discussion between them about war and dharma. This sculpture is found in a temple complex, Kurukshetra, Haryana India,” by Devajyoti Sarkar, 2 May 2017, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Arjuna_and_Krishna_at_the_Mahabharata_war,_Bhagavad_Gita,_Kurukshetra,_Haryana.jpg … CC BY-SA 2.0

Image: “Arjuna and Krishna at the Mahabharata War, Bhagavad Gita, Kurukshetra, Haryana: Arjuna is the archer, Krishna the charioteer. This scene iconically symbolizes the Bhagavad Gita – the spiritual discussion between them about war and dharma. This sculpture is found in a temple complex, Kurukshetra, Haryana India,” by Devajyoti Sarkar, 2 May 2017, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Arjuna_and_Krishna_at_the_Mahabharata_war,_Bhagavad_Gita,_Kurukshetra,_Haryana.jpg … CC BY-SA 2.0

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!

[End of Video]

ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: FRIGHTENING PSYCHIC EVENTS ENCOUNTERED IN A MEDITATION GROUP, PART 2

THE TERMINATOR DUDE THAT WALKED THROUGH THE WALL OF THE MEDITATION ROOM [Castratrux – Basal Vampire]

As well, there was Dark interference outside the West Los Angeles meditation location, 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.

THE DARK BEING THAT WAS CHASED AWAY BY THE OMM CHANT OF THE MEDITATION GROUP [Alluring Calm]

I remember another time when a deep Dark presence swooped into the meditation room, but was successfully countered by a very strong, pure chant of Omm begun by the female meditation leader and taken up by the rest of the women meditating in the room.

HOW I USED TO FIGHT NOT TO FALL ASLEEP ON THE LONG DRIVE HOME FROM THE WEST LOS ANGELES MEDITATION GROUP MEETINGS [Alluring Calm]

I remember how, returning from the meditation late at night, I would feel a two-hour drive stretch on and on into the night. I could feel a Dark presence bidding me fall asleep while driving. I had to avoid the empty freeway on the return leg; and I had to pull over on residential streets when the Dark Attack hit. The urge to fall asleep was impossible to resist; it 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!

PSYCHIC POWERS OF OMNIPRESENCE, MIND CONTROL AND PSYCHIC RAPE IN THE MEDITATION GROUP UBER LEADER [Heart Vampire]

The Adverse Effect on Me of the Psychic Power of Omnipresence in the Male Uber Meditation Leader

After some time I attended a meeting of the meditation group led by a visitor from the Central Western United States. After attending meetings led by him here and there in the United States, I found out, one by one, the psychic powers he possessed. It was an unpleasant time for me, as I began to understand he had psychic abilities that affected all his followers.

When a meditation leader has psychic powers, that is fine as long as he is wide awake and in possession of his faculties. But when he is sleeping, those same psychic powers are available for the use of his subconscious mind, and havoc can ensue. So I learned as time wore on.

I remember, for instance, weekend meditation retreats led by him at a spiritual retreat in Encino, California. The daytime meditations, I recall, would be full of interesting psychic phenomena. But then at night, when the women and the male uber leader were asleep on the grounds, I would invariably have restless sleep and horrible nightmares, full of violence and rape and murder.

The scenes that unfolded in my dream world had to do with people I knew, but not people in the meditation group. It seemed as if, for the brief space of the weekend retreats, all my friends and family had turned into psycho serial killers and sexual deviants. This was not a normal feature of my dreamtime realm; it was only something that happened during the male uber leader’s weekend retreats. Why was this? What could possibly have been going on?

I recall how the weekend meditations would be fraught with trouble; weighed down, it seemed, by woe that was unspoken, but floating in the air of the meditation room, it seemed. Then the nights would be full of nightmares. Then on Sunday morning everything would clear up, everyone would be happy, and all would be well.

This happened time after time, for several years. I did a slow take. After quite some time I developed a theory that the male uber meditation leader might be shy, and might be dreading the weekend retreats, and might feel relieved when they had ended … and that his dread might be affecting us during our group meditations, and might also be flowing through our dreams during the weekend retreats, perhaps because we were housed in close quarters during the retreats.

Thus I began to become aware of the drawbacks of being around a person with the psychic power of omnipresence.

How the Uber Leader Announced He Was Mind Controlling All the Women in the Meditation Group

I remember a time when the male uber leader met the West Los Angeles woman meditators at a retreat center in Encino, California. During one meditation he exclaimed …

Yes! I have succeeded in mind controlling all of you at the same time!

… or words to that effect. I remember how I looked up in surprise, and sensed but one other woman in a sentient state, amongst the meditators. That woman was the West Los Angeles group leader.

It Seemed a Being of Light Was Murdered by a Blast of Hatred from the Meditation Group’s Uber Leader

I remember also a time when our West Los Angeles female meditation leader’s male uber leader took an airplane in to lead a meditation, and 100 or more Hathors (beings of LIght and friends of mine) flew joyfully into the room through the open portal of my heart. The first one out was, it seemed, a particular friend of mine, known to me from a past lifetime.

I recall how the male 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 attribute what seemed to have been the murder of my friend the being of Light to the power of mind control of the male uber meditation group leader. It seems likely to me that, by harnessing the minds and emotions of the women sitting in meditation, his ability to project negative emotions such as hatred was greatly magnified.

Today, from the vantage point of having put all this behind me, I wonder if the vision I had of the Hathors that day was true, or whether it might have been a fabrication of the male uber meditation leader, through mind control. Whether true in another dimension or no, the tenor of the vision must surely have been a warning of things to come, as will soon be told …

The Last Time I Meditated with That Group, It Seemed I Was Psychically Raped by the Male Uber Meditation Leader

The last time I meditated with that group, it seemed to me that the male uber leader used his ability to manipulate the quantum field to psychically rape me on the psychic plane as the other women sat in meditation. Whether such a psychic event can be said to be true or not, I cannot say.

No court of law could pass judgment on such a psychic event. But my feeling at the time was that it surely happened, although not in a physical sense, and that the male uber leader must have been its cause.

For, if that man were, as he had priorly said, mind controlling almost all the women in the group, then who could have been responsible for that psychic event but he? These being my thoughts about what had occurred, at the end of that evening, I left that meditation group for good.

VIOLENCE ON THE ASTRAL PLANE AFTER I LEFT THE MEDITATION GROUP [Heart Vampire]

The events that ensued on the astral plane for the next three years had to do with the understanding of the group that their male uber leader had the psychic powers of omnipresence and mind control.

A keystone of that meditation group was loyalty to their uber leader, and unquestioning obedience to him. It seemed to me likely that it was this quality of unquestioning obedience that allowed him to mind control them.

This power of mind control, it seemed, increased his psychic powers exponentially. It was as if he was wielding the psychic umph of all his followers; almost as if his subtle bodies were engorged by their mental and emotional bodies through mind control.

Thus it seemed that when the male uber meditation leader felt angry or unsettled in his mind, there was ‘a great disturbance in the force’. On the psychic plane, I felt waves of negative emotion rocking through the world, causing the people towards whom he reached through telepathy to experience the same negative emotions.

I began to feel that the psychic powers of mind control and omnipresence can go dangerously awry, and cause great harm in the world, when the man who possesses them becomes angry and unsettled in his mind.

Psychic or Perhaps Physical Violence Toward the Woman Leaders in the Meditation Group by the Male Uber Leader

For instance, after I left the group, it seemed that, on the astral plane, the male uber leader 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. These were the troubling astral stories I overheard.

It upset me that I could not ascertain the truth of the matter, or help prevent this violence, if indeed it was occurring. On the other hand, these might just be emanations of the subconscious mind, through the dream world, of the male uber leader, augmented in their power over other people’s subconscious minds by his abilities of mind control and omnipresence.

I recall how it seemed the astral airs … through wide geographic swaths … were racked with violence, hatred and fear for about three years. 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.

Flight From What Seemed to be a ‘Killing Cult’, Deprogramming, and Psychic Release

There was no way of knowing the truth of the matter, as I was intent on flying from the group, which I felt must be a psychic killing cult because the astral stories I overheard after leaving the group frightened me so. I felt I was being mind controlled at a distance. For my own self, I was intent on breaking free from the group and deprogramming, so that I would no longer be within the psychic grasp of the male uber group leader.

During the three years in which I struggled to get free of the group on the psychic plane, there was no one I could turn to for support against them, as it seemed the male uber leader would swoop into the minds of friends and family, and control their minds as well.

It was an awful time. But eventually, it must be that the male uber leader forgot the injury he felt I had done to him in leaving the group, and set aside the anger he had felt toward me. Then, much to my relief, my dreams and my sleep patterns returned to their normal state.

Now you know the story! By God’s grace, it had a happy ending.

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

See also … Link: “Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: Heart Vampire 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 13 December 2020; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-l0W ..

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Raven Song . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 10 August 2016; published on 19 November 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Raven Song Soundtrack,” Recorded by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a video about ravens and their songs. As there are only raven words in the video, the Summary contains only a soundtrack …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“Raven Song Soundtrack”
Recorded by Alice B. Clagett
10 August 2016

 

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

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Musical Collaboration: Raven Dance . with the music of Chris Zabriskie . compiled by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 22 October 2019; published on 27 October 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE

Dear Ones,

Here is the Musical Collaboration “Raven Dance,” imaged and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, featuring “Prelude No. 15” from the album “Preludes” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0.

As there are no words, there is no Summary …

VIDEO BY ALICE

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

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Feather . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 14 September 2019; published on 18 September 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Photo by Alice

Dear Ones,

A just for fun short. As there are no words, the Summary contains only a photo …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Photo by Alice

Image: “Feather,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Feather,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

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I Am of the Stars

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Alikazam: A Song to Put a Cannibal to Sleep . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed and published on 20 March 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Alikazam: A Song to Lull a Cannibal to Sleep,” channeled by Alice B. Clagett. Soundtrack and Lyrics
  • ON HYPNOTIZING CHICKENS
    • Snake Charmers: Repetitive Melody
    • Children’s Nursery Stories: Rhyme and Rhythm
    • Hypnotic Effect of Repetition
  • LIKELY OUTCOME OF TODAY’S FOLIE A DEUX ASTRAL STORY
    • Case Studies of Folie à Deux Compared to the Current Astral Story
  • NOTE OF CAUTION FOR A THERAPIST TREATING THIS FOLIE A DEUX
    • The Folie a Deux
    • The Siren
    • The Cannibal
    • The Cult
  • MORE INFORMATION

Dear Ones,

This is a song to put a cannibal to sleep, so that he will not eat you. There is an edited Summary after the video, and after that are several sections not in the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

This is a song to lull a cannibal to sleep, if he is about to try to eat you. It is specific to a perilous situation I heard about on the astral plane just now. The song to sing … you can say it in your mind, or you can say it out loud … is this …

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“Alikazam: A Song to Lull a Cannibal to Sleep”
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Lyrics
20 March 2019

 

Alikazam, and you are spam.
He’s the aligaboosta roosta.    (x3)

This is one of my series of songs to lull the demon world to sleep.

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People who are cannibals (when it is not a cultural trait) are almost always obsessed by demons or possessed by them … what we call the Soulless people or the Vampires.

So the thing to do is to offer a very soothing song, like a child’s lullabye. In this case, it is intended to soothe the samskara of cannibalism in a person. I use a childlike melody and a childlike notion to influence the subconscious mind of the cannibal serial killer.

Specific to today, and to the person who is in peril of being eaten today, here is that song.

You all take care!

[End of Video]

ON HYPNOTIZING CHICKENS

When I was young, my mom raised chickens. A friend of mine from school once taught me how to hypnotize a chicken. He took a short, wide length of hemp rope …

image: Rope, from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:SuperMacro_Rope.JPG … CC BY 3.0 Unported

image: Rope, from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:SuperMacro_Rope.JPG … CC BY 3.0 Unported

… and placed it vertically just in front of a hen. Then he gently but firmly held her head for a moment, so that she was staring at the rope. The hen became motionless, as if frozen in place. Slowly he released his hands and backed away. The hen just stood there, staring at the rope.

Snake Charmers: Repetitive Melody. Having thought about this odd event for quite some number of years, I came upon the notion of the snake charmer in India. It seemed to me the snake charmer was using a repetitive melody to hypnotize the snake.

Children’s Nursery Stories: Rhyme and Rhythm. I also thought about the nursery rhymes and simple melodies that are used to lull small children to sleep. Then there are the fairy tales, which have oft repeating phrases that are somehow like magical incantations. Young children live repetition.

Hypnotic Effect of Repetition. I thought about the repetitive pattern of strands in the rope that was used to hypnotize the chicken, and realized that repetitive patterns, such as end rhymes and singsong melodies, might be useful in lulling the minds of people termed, in today’s parlance, the ‘reptilians’ … people whose consciences have been turned off by catastrophic childhood experiences … what are termed in psychology ‘antisocial personalities’ … and in esoteric lore the ‘Dark Soul’ … the Soulless person.

That is the theory behind using simple, childlike melodies such as that in today’s video, with the intention of lulling a sociopath’s subconscious mind for a long enough time to allow you to escape from danger.

Link: “How Do Predators Hypnotize Their Prey?” by Alice B. Clagett, begun on 31 May 2018; published on 26 June 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-9sy ..

LIKELY OUTCOME OF TODAY’S FOLIE A DEUX ASTRAL STORY

In today’s instance, it seems to me that it will be a miracle if the person in the astral story escapes from the cannibal, as she has been caught for several years in a folie à deux scenario. A demon apparently has been swooping into the cannibal through the empty auric space usually occupied by his missing Higher Mental Body. Demons are experts at mind control, and their intent is malevolent in the extreme. Thus it is no surprise that the in-swooping demonic energy is streaming on, from the cannibal, and has latched onto the woman in the astral story through mind control. For several years now it appears she has been imprisoned in this ‘double swoop down’ form of demonic obsession.

The story gets worse. Through the portal of the woman’s still functional Higher Mental Body, the obsessing demon streams forth, into the minds of all the people she knows, attempting to obsess them as well.

In order to avoid violence to her physical form, then, the woman must, I feel, first of all, avoid the physical presence of the cannibal. Then secondly, I feel that ‘cult deprogramming’ techniques might be helpful, as she is a member of a group of people that mistakenly take this Charlie Manson-type sociopath for God … the Prophet Isaiah … or another grandiose notion of personality.

In the extreme instance of being in the cannibal’s presence, I suggest the above “Alikazam” song. Other tools that might help are in the “More Information” section below.

Case Studies of Folie à Deux Compared to the Current Astral Story 

There are some interesting conclusions about Folie à deux in the article referenced below …

Link: “Folie à deux,” by P.N. Suresh Kumar, N. Subramanyam et al., in “Indian Journal of Psychiatry,” 2005 Jul-Sep; 47(3): 164–166 … doi: 10.4103/0019-5545.55942https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2919794/ ..

I note the issue in the two case studies described in the article had to do with dysfunctional mother-son relationships. I note delusions of persecution in the folie à deux in the astral story, and also in the two case studies in the article.

However, I see disparities in the current astral story, which apparently has to do with a cult sharing delusions regarding a person who left the cult because of the mind control abilities of the senior leader. I posit that others who left the cult in decades past may have met violent ends because of such shared delusions. That would be something for law enforcement to look into, should there turn out to be some truth to the astral stories.

Also, in the current astral instance, the cult leader purportedly murdered his family in his youth, cannibalized the mother’s body, then retreated to ‘Circle of One’ delusion, then, I hypothesize, may have created a cult to simulate family life (an ‘outlaw gang’ under his leadership) … a cult in which he could control every outcome.

Thus there was a dysfunctional mother-son relationship (as the son had eaten a small portion of the dead mother) … but clearly, the mother and son could not have been living together thereafter, as was the case for the case studies in the linked-to article above. Along that theme, I ask: Is it possible that the Siren in the astral story might have been a mother substitute for the cannibal?

I surmise that the cannibal may have had four or five wives, and ended up cannibalizing them, by way of re-enacting the tableau of his youth? If true, then the life of the Siren of today’s astral story would be very much in danger, would it not?

NOTE OF CAUTION FOR A THERAPIST TREATING THIS FOLIE A DEUX

If, as a therapist, you are asked to treat this folie à deux, here are some cautions to consider …

The Folie a Deux

If you are treating these two people, you may find an interplay of mind control attempting to obsess you as well. That would be something to look out for.

The Siren

In addition, I note that the woman, according to the astral stories, was diagnosed ‘nymphoid personality’ by her mom, who, according to the ‘astral airs’ was a psychologist (?).

In practical terms, on the astral plane, the daughter appears to have a samskara of physical attraction or ‘allurement’, a ‘come on’ catch phrase that is repeating over and over again, in her sexual chakra. You may feel a difficult-to-resist siren call from the woman. The feel of this call is like a little like this, although perhaps not as frightful …

Image: Siren, from Fandom powered by Wikia … https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/monster/images/3/39/Sirenbycarolinegariba.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20161028115101 ..

Caution is warranted.

The Cannibal

The cannibal in question has, according to the astral stories, killed many times, as a form of black sacrament, to do with a catastrophic childhood incident in which he set fire to his family home, resulting in everyone’s deaths; and then he ate a little of his mother …

Link: “Ego 1: Circle of One … I Am the Only Ego in the World,” by Alice B. Clagett, published 15 August 2016; revised 7 July 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-623 ..

Link: “The Spiritual Powers of Omniscience and Omnipresence on Earth Today: Things to Look Out For,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 15 April 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-781 … Search the term: Cannibalism

Although this man may act disarming … even beguilingly artless .. I feel his samskara might cause him to act out at any time. I advise extreme caution.

The Cult

Apparently this is a cult situation. The cannibal is, according to the pretty much unbelievable astral stories, the senior leader of the group. A la Charles Manson, they may act out in real life whatever he tells them to do on the psychic plane, through ‘mind control’. If this turns out to be true, then the whole group, I feel, may benefit from cult deprogramming.

Link: “Community Health: Cults that Kill and Outlaw Gangs,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 7 December 2015; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-4pb ..

Should there be a thread of truth in all this astral hullabaloo, I hope this post will help clear the astral air.

Happy 2019 Spring Equinox, everyone!

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

Note: The text in blue font has been added to my “Chalice and the Crucible” … https://chaliceandcrucible.com … website.

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MORE INFORMATION

Link: “Compendium: Ensoulment, Soullessness, and Soul Evolution,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 28 August 2018; revised on 4 October 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-a4p ..

Link: “Syncretic Theory on the Antisocial Personality and the ‘Elementary’ (Black Soul or Dark Soul),” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 9 November 2016; published on 12 November 2016; transcribed and revised on 4 March 2019. … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6nV … See the subheading: VISUALIZATIONS THAT CAN BE USED WHEN YOUR PERSONAL SPACE IS INVADED BY AN ANTISOCIAL PERSONALITY OR DARK SOUL

Link: “Song to Make the Air Fall Asleep,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 25 January 2016; published on 31 January 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-4Sg ..

Link: “Energy Field Centering Kriya,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 7 March 2019; published on 10 March 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bTB ..

Link: “Mother Earth Loves Me: A Chant to Enhance the Force of Gravity,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 16 February 2019; published on 3 March 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bRh ..

See also my blog categories: Antisocial personalities  … Cannibalism  …  Catastrophic childhood experiences  …  Circle of one  … Dark Souls – soulless men  …  Killing cults – crime families … Obsession – possession – entity attachment – exorcism  …   Serial killers  …  Soul devolution  …  and  … Vampires

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Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories . by Alice B. Clagett *

Compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; revised
Previously titled: Incarnational Memories

Image: "Incarnation," animated gif by Alice B. Clagett, 10 May 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from "Awakening with Planet Earth," https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ... DESCRIPTION: Images of the sky on Florida Mesa, near Durango, Colorado, and self-portraits of the author, photographed on 17 July 2015.

Animatd Gif: “Incarnation,” by Alice B. Clagett, 10 May 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: Images of the sky on Florida Mesa, near Durango, Colorado, and self-portraits of the author, photographed on 17 July 2015.

Animatd Gif: “Incarnation,” by Alice B. Clagett, 10 May 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: Images of the sky on Florida Mesa, near Durango, Colorado, and self-portraits of the author, photographed on 17 July 2015.

  • INTRODUCTION 
  • THOUGHTS ON REINCARNATION
    • On Refinement of Scientific Theories
      • Relative Truth of Theosophical Afterlife Astral Concentric Ring Theory versus Timeline Theory
      • Example of Refinement of Astronomical Theory: Earthcentric versus Suncentric Theory
      • Physics: General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics versus String Theory
      • Self-Evolution: Cause and Effect versus Multitemporality and Multidimensionality
      • Religion: Heaven, Purgatory, and Hell versus the Notion of Reincarnations and Soul Evolution
      • Religion: Reincarnation and Soul Evolution versus the Notion of Multiple Incarnations All Taking Place Simultaneously in the Eternal Now
      • Multitemporality: Incarnation from the Stance of the Eternal Soul
  • REINCARNATIONAL EXPERIENCES AND ARCHETYPAL CULTURAL MEMORIES
    • Thought of Creating an Incarnational Picture Scrapbook
  • ROMANCE AND THE VICTIM-AGGRESSOR PARADIGM
    • How the Stressors of the Awakening Ante Up the Drive to Aggression in Men
    • On Righteousness and Blame with Regard to Aggression and Victimhood
    • A Broader Soul Perspective: Incarnational Expression of the Roles of Aggressor and Victim
    • Expression of Feral Drives and Animal Instincts During Incarnation: The Desire to Mate, the Mothering Instinct, Territorial Protection, and Territorial Aggression
  • INCARNATIONAL TOUCHSTONES
    • Introduction
    • Archetypal Sounds: Rites of Passage
  • SCHOOL: A POEM BY ALICE B. CLAGETT
  • THE LAST TIME WE PASSED ON: A POEM BY ALICE B. CLAGETT
  • ALICE’S MEMORIES OF OTHER INCARNATIONS
    • Alice’s Story: My Own Cross-Gender, Multi-Racial, and Multi-Cultural Incarnational Memories
    • Alice’s Memory of a Past Lifetime as a Man
    • My Grandfather Royden Douglas Clagett
      • My Grandfather or Myself in a Just Prior Incarnation?
    • Second Incarnational Story: The Hitler Death Camp Sublieutenant
      • Alice’s Vision of Herself and Her Family in the Concentration Camp
    • Incarnational Memories by Alice: Cuyamaca Omen, a poem by Alice B. Clagett
    • Incarnational Memories by Alice: The Vision of the Cuyamaca Native American Boy
    • Remembering a Death Date of One of My Native American Incarnations
    • Incarnational Memories by Alice: The Vision of the Native American Elder Who Faced Death with Calm Courage
    • Incarnational Memories by Alice: Mongol Adventurer’s Wife and Keeper of the Treasure
    • Incarnational Memories by Alice: Norse Viking Wife and Norse Sagas
    • The Second Story about War: Incarnational Memories by Alice . Alice’s Vision . The Christian and the Saracen
    • The Third Story about War: Incarnational Memories by Alice . Alice’s Vision . Killed by a Comrade in Arms Over Love for a Woman
    • The Fourth Story about War: Incarnational Memories by Alice . Alice’s Vision . The Delirious, Mortally Wounded Soldier Who Killed His Wife by Mistake
    • Alice’s Incarnational Stories: A Child in India
      • On an Attitude of Religious Tolerance
    • The Children of the Tiger
      • Introduction
      • The Story
    • Foregleam . a Prose Poem
      • Introduction
      • “Foregleam”
      • Notes
    • FIVE OF MY INCARNATIONS
      • Story of the Two Warrior Friends
      • Life as a Forest Nature Spirit
      • Life as a Human Woman in the Forest, and Death in Childbirth
      • Tom o’ the Forest, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett
      • Return to the Nature Realm
      • On Meeting These Two Souls in My Current Incarnation
    • A Vision … Looking Through the Eyes of a Red-Tailed Hawk
    • Slave Planet Blues: Alice’s Vision About Humans in Other Solar Systems
    • Memories of Homeworld Destruction . Planet Maldek?
      • On Turning Fear of Social Isolation into an Advaita Experience
      • On Being at Peace with Things as They Are
  • INFLUENCE OF PAST (OR CONCOMITANT, ALTERNATE) LIFETIME SOUL WOUNDING ON CURRENT LIFETIME EXPERIENCES
    • Birth Abnormalities and Reincarnation
      • Past Incarnation Head Injuries to Do with War
      • On Healing Morphogenetic Field Distortions
      • Past Incarnation Heart Injuries through Physical Damage by People We Loved
      • How Genetic Abnormalities … Even Fatal Abnormalities … May be Viewed as a Gift from God: A Gift of Remembering
    • Stories by Alice: Three Stories about the Influence of Past Lifetime Soul Wounding on Current Lifetime Experiences
      • I Thought I Could Fly
      • My Beautiful Blue Bicycle
      • The Fairhaven Excursion and the Old Station Wagon
    • Astral or Emotional Snags Carried from Incarnation to Incarnation
    • Motor Noises Bring Up Incarnational Memories of Violent Deaths
    • Clearing and Revamping Our Mental-Emotional Images
      • Clearing and Revamping Our Mental-Emotional Images
      • First Chakra Clearing
      • A Neutral Attitude Towards Brutal Incarnational Memories Helps Soul Clearing
    • On Transforming an Incarnational Neck Wound with the Light
    • Eternal Now: Trilocation with Past Incarnations, Present Awareness, Future (Higher) (ET) Self
  • MORE INFORMATION
    • Incarnation Theory, from the Perspective of Various Religions
      • Buddhism
      • Hinduism
      • Christianity
      • Theosophy
      • Ascension Lore
    • On Remembering Our Many Incarnations Right After Passing Over


INTRODUCTION      top

 

Dear Ones,

Here are a few thoughts on reincarnation, and on reincarnational experiences and archetypal incarnational memories. Then there is a poem called “School,” about incarnational memories. Then after that, my own memories of other incarnations, to which I have appended text-to-voice recordings in various voices. Here was the text-to-voice program I used …

Link: “Natural Text Reader” … https://www.naturaltextreader.com/ … The voice sometimes used as my own is English (US), Karen, slow.

After that are writings on the influence of past (or concomitant, alternate) lifetime Soul wounding on current lifetime experiences.

Image: “The Return of Persephone,” by Frederick Leighton, 1st Baron Leighton, 1891, a mythological painting, in Wikimedia Commons. This work is in the public domain in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 100 years or less ... DESCRIPTION: Leighton depicts Hermes helping Persephone to return to her mother Demeter after Zeus forced Hades to return Persepone ... CREDIT: LMG100045 The Return of Persephone, c.1891 (oil on canvas) by Leighton, Frederic (1830-96); 203x152 cm; Leeds Museums and Galleries (City Art Gallery) U.K.; English, out of copyright.

Image: “The Return of Persephone,” by Frederick Leighton, 1st Baron Leighton, 1891, a mythological painting, in Wikimedia Commons. This work is in the public domain in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the copyright term is the author’s life plus 100 years or less … DESCRIPTION: Leighton depicts Hermes helping Persephone to return to her mother Demeter after Zeus forced Hades to return Persepone … CREDIT: LMG100045 The Return of Persephone, c.1891 (oil on canvas) by Leighton, Frederic (1830-96); 203×152 cm; Leeds Museums and Galleries (City Art Gallery) U.K.; English, out of copyright.

Image: “The Return of Persephone,” by Frederick Leighton, 1st Baron Leighton, 1891, a mythological painting, in Wikimedia Commons. This work is in the public domain in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the copyright term is the author’s life plus 100 years or less … DESCRIPTION: Leighton depicts Hermes helping Persephone to return to her mother Demeter after Zeus forced Hades to return Persepone … CREDIT: LMG100045 The Return of Persephone, c.1891 (oil on canvas) by Leighton, Frederic (1830-96); 203×152 cm; Leeds Museums and Galleries (City Art Gallery) U.K.; English, out of copyright.



THOUGHTS ON REINCARNATION
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On Refinement of Scientific Theories

I have an addition to the explanation about current refinement in astral matter as a result of the Awakening.

Relative Truth of Theosophical Afterlife Astral Concentric Ring Theory versus Timeline Theory

According to School of Theosophy theories, astral matter is segregated into concentric shells in the astral body of a person after they pass on. And these are slowly worn down, and worn off, until the person is in a very high astral plane, starting with the coarsest astral matter, which makes the person perceive only the coarsest of astral planes … and then wearing off into the very fine astral matter of the heaven worlds.

I have channeled a new timeline theory that you can read more about in my blog, under the category: Timelines – multitemporality – alternate universes – fractals … By corollary, my timeline theory offers an alternate theory regarding astral reality.

I just thought I would explain a little about points of view, in the development of theories about the way things are, and how, from a certain perspective, a theory (such as the concentric ring theory of the Theosophists) is perfectly valid; whereas, from a different perspective (perhaps from an expanded perspective … a theory such as timeline optimization and timeline merges, timeline loops to the past or the future) is more helpful for humankind.

 

Example of Refinement of Astronomical Theory: Earthcentric versus Suncentric Theory

You know, in the old days we had a prevalent theory of the Universe where the Sun revolved around the Earth. It was the Roman citizen Claudius Ptolemy who proposed this model of the Sun revolving around a stationary Earth. I expect that Ptolemy was standing on Earth, and noticed what seemed to be the Sun revolving around the Earth.

For a long time … for about 1400 years … this geocentric notion of the nature of the Universe was pretty much universally held by humankind. And then came along Nicolaus Copernicus, in 1543, who proposed that Earth revolved around the Sun.

Now this was important … first of all, because it was truer for a greater variety of beings in the Universe … such as, for instance, the Solar devi, who had a different perspective on the motion of celestial bodies than did we humans on Earth … or such as the Angelic Realm, which could see things from a totally different perspective as well. (The devi are, in fact, one branch of the Angelic Realm.)

And also, this more helpful theory of a solarcentric earth-solar relationship helped humankind to predict various sky events that were difficult to explain, according to the old theory.

So here we have an example of one theory … from the point of view of one person … and accepted by humankind, for a long time, as being helpful; and another theory … somewhat more refined … from a different perspective, supplanting that later on.

Physics: General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics versus String Theory

The same is true, as I understand it … although I do not know much about it … of String Theory as a predictive tool. There were two theories … General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics … preceding that, which partly explained what was going on. And then, String Theory has been put forth, that explains a good deal more.

 

Self-Evolution: Cause and Effect versus Multitemporality and Multidimensionality

And multidimensional, multitemporal theory is an advancement over the notions of cause and effect, as a model for the Universe. Multitemporality and multidimensionality … working with timelines and working with dimensions … offer humankind many more possibilities in terms of self-evolution than did previous theories of cause and effect.

Religion: Heaven, Purgatory, and Hell versus the Notion of Reincarnations and Soul Evolution

When we look at the history of religious doctrine, the notions of heaven and hell and purgatory are like these other ideas that are valid in their own way, but only from a certain perspective. And the reason for this is, they offer a person a slice of reality based on only one timeline … and further: Only one moment in the astral life.

Basically what happened is that some great prophet or sage, or maybe a number of them, in centuries past, viewed what was happening when people passed on … in what state they found themselves, once they were released from physical form into astral form … depending, as we know, upon the coarseness or refinement of their astral matter.

So those people wrote down, as truth, that a person who lives a life that coarsens his astral matter, finds himself in great suffering when he passes on; and that a person who lives a very saintly life, where the astral matter becomes very refined, finds himself in a heavenworld when he passes on; and then there are those people, in between, who end up in purgatory … Very valid, from the standpoint of that one moment in time, when we pass on.

As I understand it, this belief is held by Christians, Hindus, Buddhists, and Theosophists, although, of course, with significant differences in teachings as to what may occur for the Soul thereafter.

 

Religion: Reincarnation and Soul Evolution versus the Notion of Multiple Incarnations All Taking Place Simultaneously in the Eternal Now

There is the notion put forth by Hindus, Buddhists, and Theosophists, each in their own way, of the evolution of the Soul from the astral plane, into the mental plane … and the time spent learning, the time spent in absorption of the Soul lesson of the incarnation there. Then there is the choice of a new incarnation, and a new Soul lesson.

Multitemporality: Incarnation from the Stance of the Eternal Soul

Moving on, into multitemporality, there is a notion that, at the same time … in the same instant of the Now … we are living out all these incarnations, as eternal Souls.

  • So we can switch from incarnation to incarnation, any time we want.
  • We can switch, within an incarnation, to the beginning or the end of it.
  • We can switch also dimensionally, as far as quality of our existence is concerned.
  • We can switch spatially, from presence on Earth to presence in any solar system, to presence in everything at once,
  • In our expanded perspective, we have causality within a timeline, which holds the timeline together.
  • We have the possibility of complete Free Will as to where we place our Awareness … on what timeline or on what dimension we place our Awareness … so that our Soul experience becomes whatever we wish it to be.
  • This decreases the importance of cause and effect on our Awareness. We are no longer trapped within cause and effect, within a causal reality.
  • We exist more in the realm of free will and of the All.

These are features of the space time continuum choices of which we can avail ourselves here on Earth for the next 2,000 years, during the Great Age of Light now underway. So I say: Best to take advantage of these tools, and learn what we can about this new way of viewing reality! Let us see what it has to offer us in terms of Soul wisdom and Soul learning.

–revised; from Link: “On Refinement of Scientific Theories,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 5 August 2016; transcribed on 10 February 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5ZP ..


REINCARNATIONAL EXPERIENCES AND ARCHETYPAL CULTURAL MEMORIES      top

 

I was walking with the Sierra Club just now, in the mountains, and then I fell a little behind, and so now I am walking on my own. I bet they will wait up with me a little bit later on, though. That is usually the way.

I just thought I would mention something another member and I were talking about, while we were walking. And that is, the way to hold reincarnational experiences.

It is kind of a hard topic to talk to another person about because a lot of people do not believe in reincarnation. That is just their mental filter: They do not believe. Other people have memories that have woken up, in them, about past incarnations … And they believe in reincarnation. And there are people of a psychological bent, who believe that reincarnational memories are really the archetypal memories of mankind, of humankind.

So over however long you believe humankind have existed … and that range is from millions of years, to two thousand years … or maybe less, for all I know, depending on your mental filter … whatever that length of time may be, the psychological theory goes that there are certain deeply implanted memories, and all the people, say, in one culture, have certain archetypal images which they feel could appear like past lifetime.

There is at least one other point of view about this; and that is, that we exist in the Now … in a medium that really contains neither time nor space … and that all these memories that we have, are not of the past or future lifetimes, but are all happening right now, multidimensionally, at the same moment in the Now. And that is the theory to which I subscribe.

Thought of Creating an Incarnational Picture Scrapbook

 

To get on with that story from the beginning of this blog, my fellow Sierra Club member and I were talking of my idea of starting an incarnational scrapbook, so every time I came across the memory of an incarnation … or an archetypal memory, as the case may be … I would look for a picture that reminded me of that lifetime, and make a scrapbook that contains pictures that remind me of all my incarnations.

Would that not be a cool thing? It would be a wonderful learning tool for families that believe in reincarnation; they could teach their children to start a scrapbook like that.

So there is that story about incarnations, and different ways of holding them, and how we can all agree to disagree … or agree to agree in some way … about things that we hold differently because of our mental filters.

–revised; from Link: “Incarnational Scrapbook,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 12 February 2015; published 16 February 2015; revised on 10 February 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6vW ..


ROMANCE AND THE VICTIM-AGGRESSOR PARADIGM      top

 

I have a little to say about the aggressor-victim paradigm and the role that men and women are playing in the third and fourth dimensions, first keeping in mind that most of us have had an approximately equal number of incarnations as men and as women.

How the Stressors of the Awakening Ante Up the Drive to Aggression in Men

As you may know, in men on Earth today the drive to aggression, because of the hormone balance of men, is greater than the drive to aggression amongst women. What that leads to quite frequently … although sometimes the roles are reversed … is men being the aggressors in, say, romantic situation.

In the worst cases, where there is negative aggressive emotion in the electromagnetic field of a man as the clearing takes place, he can act out his aggressions. Quite frequently, as any law enforcement officer could tell you, this aggression is directed to those physically closest to him. In most cases, this is the man’s family.

As with any stressor, I feel you will find, as the clearing continues, that men have a tendency to express negative Soul wounding in the area of aggression more than women do. In general, in the third and fourth dimensions, aggression is a feature that creates this Duality play. Whoever it is that is expressing aggression is interacting in the etheric net arena, and in the electromagnetic field arena, with people who are expressing victimhood. That is the major feature of the third and fourth dimensional Duality play: The expression of aggression, and the expression of victimhood.

On Righteousness and Blame with Regard to Aggression and Victimhood

I remember that, years ago, when I was watching television, I used to watch “Lifetime Channel for Women.” I remember that channel; every day it would feature situations where men were abusive to women, and women would get their say; they would get their ‘what for’; they would somehow accuse the men of something, and then they would be recognized by society for having revealed the depth of iniquity of the man. [laughs]

A Broader Soul Perspective: Incarnational Expression of the Roles of Aggressor and Victim

That is not really the way that reality is; that is the way that the Duality play was constructed. If you say to yourself, as a woman, “I have the short end of the stick,” you are not really where it is at with regard to the Awakening. If you are a woman, for sure, in your last lifetime or the lifetime before, you were a man; you were the aggressor.

In your blueprint are the modes of expression, and the past-lifetime experiences, of both men and women whose roles you have enacted on Earth. All of those are going to need to clear; not just your current state of feeling to be a victim, but also all your prior states of having been the aggressor. [chuckles]

And vice versa: For men, you have within you many, many lifetimes of victimhood as woman that need to clear; and many, many lifetimes of aggression as men.

Expression of Feral Drives and Animal Instincts During Incarnation: The Desire to Mate, the Mothering Instinct, Territorial Protection, and Territorial Aggression

I do not mean to minimize your Higher Mental Body’s activity and your spiritual nature; it is just that the Lower Mental Body … the desire elemental … during these lifetimes expressed these feral drives or animal instincts. That kept us on Earth, in the Duality play: Aggression; the mothering instinct … the desire to take care of children; the desire to protect territory; the desire to mate.

The birth experience and the death experience are the other two, which stand outside of the feral instincts, but are basic to the human experience.

–from Link: “Romance and the Aggressor-Victim Paradigm,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 10 August 2016; published on 13 August 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-60Q ..


INCARNATIONAL TOUCHSTONES      top

 

Image: “The River,” by Carla Lovato … https://i.etsystatic.com/5581158/r/il/eedccd/79572444/il_570xN.79572444.jpg … DESCRIPTION: Flowing diagonally through the image, from upper right to lower left, is a watercourse with the faces of 11 men and women in it. Top left: A full moon shining over a barren, craggy landscape. Bottom right: A tree with a thick trunk and strong roots. Imprint: “copyright Carla Lovato” … COMMENT: This image was eerily close to that I saw in the vision described below, except that I saw a river that was a time tunnel. Archetypal Sounds floating swiftly along, and the time tunnel was flowing out away from me, from outside my bedroom window.

Introduction

I thought I would tell you about a vision I had years ago … the same year that my mother passed on …

I had an experience of very deep Soul anxiety, many years ago. I remember lying in bed for three days, feeling that I could not move, and that there was nothing at all that I could do about it. And that had to do with the experience of deep grief that I was feeling.

Archetypal Sounds: Rites of Passage

And during those three days … from which I eventually arose, a completely different person … during that time of transition, I had a very deep vision one night. I fell into a vision of being in a time tunnel, and of experiencing a lifetime … not the current lifetime, but another lifetime … as sounds of Rites of Passage [or alternatively, as ‘Archeypal Sounds’].

There were only four; and those summed up the entire lifetime …

  • I heard the wail of a baby being born … the first cry of a child …
  • I heard the ecstatic cry of a woman, as she climaxed during intercourse …
  • I heard her cry out in anguish as she gave birth …
  • And I heard the last sob of breath, as she passed on, from physical, into astral form …

And those sounds disappeared down the tunnel of time that I envisioned, They disappeared and whirled away.

That was an incredible experience. Ever since then, I have taken into account what this society so frequently overlooks: The milestones of the evolution of a human life. And I feel that, in future, these milestones will receive more recognition, through Ceremony, in human society.

And surely it should be so, that the entire community would recognize …

  • the child reaching puberty;
  • the rite of union, whether it be through marriage or however it should evolve in future;
  • the rite of birth … that is another wonderful experience that deserves nurturing … it deserves some people in the community helping a pregnant woman, and helping after the birth, I feel … and honoring that experience, so that the child can have a good start in life.
  • and the rite of death … that that milestone should no longer be veiled in secrecy, but rather, celebrated in joy.

–from Link: “Incarnational Touchstones,” a vision by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 10 August 2016; published on 13 August 2016; transcribed on 6 October 2018; revised on 23 June 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-60X ..


SCHOOL      top
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
2 July 2018

 

What bookish notion schools a bairn
rapt, like a crayfish by a languid bourne?

What did that crawdad ever learn,
that it knew not on finding form?

How, in fact, shall I take in
all the beings that I am?

How frisk the veil of by and by
where tens on tens of folks be I ?

— one just borning and the next full grown
— one soft cocooning, in carnation’s womb
— one swift careening through an astral gloom
turning, hand outstretched, to angelic lumen

Now regal male decked rough, reared up full wild
Now just past childhood mother cradling her own child

Guerrero here, there carpenter or nun
Pagan, Christian, wondering One
Trying, falling, free, then bound
yearning, spurning, missing, found!

How may we reckon age or race or wealth?
How learn the weight of wisdom of our Self?

How find a mooring in this place, that time
when placeless timeless Hearts toward God incline?

He is the flower of the Soul
His the enthralling, star-spanned role
His is the basket that all lives enspline
He is the teacher, He the rhyme

–from Link: “School,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 1 July 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-9ty ..

 


THE LAST TIME WE PASSED ON      top
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
18 February 2012

 

What if we remembered
the last time we passed on?
That moment
of wild, sweet surrender!

That would be the end of the play, wouldn’t it?
The jig would be up.
Divine Ma would be our every thought.
So, then, why stick around?

To hear her laughter in the breeze,
tickling the trees;

in the tiny pop
of waves’ farewell bubbles,
stranded on the shore;

in the bliss of birds’
“good morning” to the day;

in the soft footfalls
of a cat, from room to room;

in the joyful abrogation
of the space between the words,
and the space between the worlds
within us.

Image: “Beseeching,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Beseeching,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

–from Link: “The Last Time We Passed On,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 18 February 2012;  published on 22 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-kSI ..


ALICE’S MEMORIES OF OTHER INCARNATIONS      top

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Alice’s Story: My Own Cross-Gender, Multi-Racial, and Multi-Cultural Incarnational Memories

 

I remember past lifetimes ..

  • both as a man and as a woman.
  • Also as a Native American (2 lifetimes as a man),
  • Chinese (a woman, in ancient time, on the east coast of China),
  • 2 lifetimes as a woman in India, and so on.

For me, one of the perks of remembering past lifetimes is letting down my mental filters regarding gender, race, culture and nationality. It is a bit of a rude awakening, at first, but in the sum, since I can remember being all these things, how can I see them as ‘other than I’?

Memories of Varying Social Values and Personalities in Other Incarnations. And also, my social values and personality in past lifetimes were totally foreign to that in my present lifetime. As you may imagine, that is sometimes not a good thing from the perspective of this lifetime. But from the notion of rounding out our experience of Duality, I can see it is ok. It helps me more easily forgive others in this lifetime for having the same values I once had in other lifetimes … although it is not always all that easy!

–from Link: “DNA Activation of Light to Change Race or Culture,” by the Hathors through Alice B. Clagett, published on 22 January 2015; revised on 15 May 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6he ..

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Alice’s Memory of a Past Lifetime as a Man

 

I am reminded of the first time I remembered a past lifetime. It so happened, in that past lifetime I was a man, and of a sudden, I remembered my point of view back then. At the time, I had had no idea … I mean, I had had no understanding of how men are. I had a woman’s point of view. And the minute I realized that I had been, in a recent past lifetime, a man, and that I had had the point of view that I, in this feminine lifetime, considered alien, I was very shocked. It was very jarring also, to find myself in a completely different perspective suddenly.

So, I just thought I would talk to you today, a little today …

  • about what we see,
  • and what we do not see,
  • and what is sustaining us,
  • and what is restraining us … that is invisible to us.

It is something to think about.

–revised; from Link: “Unseen Forces,” stories and visions by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 July 2013; revised 29 June 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6AO ..

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My Grandfather Royden Douglas Clagett

Introduction: My Father’s Father

Here is a photo (left) of my grandfather Royden Douglas Clagett, who passed on before I was born, and (right) of me at about 8 years of age. All my youth I wished I had known my father’s father, who had spent summers with my grandmother, my father, and my father’s six brothers on the farm across the road from my rural family home …

Image: My grandfather, Royden Douglas Clagett (3 September 1881 – 23 October 1937), who passed on before I was born, and me at about 8 years of age, compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 26 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: My grandfather, Royden Douglas Clagett (3 September 1881 – 23 October 1937), who passed on before I was born, and me at about 8 years of age, compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 26 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

I straightened out the photos for the composite photo. In the original, his head was bent a little to the left, and mine was bent a little to the right. From his photo, it looks to me as if he may have raised his right eyebrow a little more than the left eyebrow; while I raise the left a little more than the right.

There is something about our eyes and way of feeling in these two photos that strikes me as similar; I cannot quite peg it.

Although my grandfather and I never met, I feel a Soul kinship with him even today.

I have had several visions in which it seemed to me that I was my grandfather in an incarnation before this current one, after my incarnation as a little girl who passed on in a German concentration camp. In those startling visions, it was as if I were experiencing his male incarnation as my own.

–from Link: “My Father’s Father,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled and published on 26 January 2020, compiled and published on 26 January 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gaD ..

Memory of the Moment of Passing of My Father’s Father

 

The below incarnational story I classify as maybe just a vision, or possibly a vision of a prior incarnation. It was an extremely vivid vision. In my mind I linked it with a vision I had while doing kundalini yoga very early one morning many years ago. In that first vision I saw a blue-eyed, lean farmer getting down off a tractor. He was full of life; he had a spry walk and a mischievous gleam in his eye; and he was right good looking. He was no one I had met. But at the moment I looked into his eyes, I had the shocking recognition that this man was me. It was my first empathic experience with someone not of my gender in this lifetime. Since that day, I have had a better understanding of men … almost as if I might be that farmer one minute, and myself the next.

My father’s father had passed on some while before I was born, and I have always wished I had a chance to know him. From the start, I somehow felt that farmer might have been my grandfather; and I wondered whether, by some twist of fate, I might have been my grandfather in my second to last prior lifetime. Then later I had this vision of the moment of my grandfather’s passing, which, in a way, fulfilled my wish that I might have met him. The vividness of this vision once more made me wonder whether I had, after all, been my grandfather in my last, but one, prior lifetime.

In the second vision, one of my grandfather’s last sad thoughts was that he would never see his beloved wife again. It was, to me, heart-rending to hear his farewell thoughts of her. Were I to have been he, then that might account for the closeness I felt, as a child, with my grandmother, who lived only half a mile from my family home.

Too, it might account for the fact I was named after her, and that I was inclined, from birth, to spiritual devotion, as were she and my grandfather, though the other members of my natal family were more inclined towards the practical matters of life in the world. It might also account for her gift of her engagement ring, given her by my grandfather, to me on my 16th birthday.

The vision I had, which puts the place of my grandfather’s death at the entrance from Ritchie-Marlboro Road, Upper Marlboro, Maryland, to his family’s farm Ingleside …

Link: “Ingleside: My Grandmother Clagett’s Place,” a story by Alice B. Clagett, published on 7 December 2014; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-4TC ..

… differs in location from the place and manner of passing recorded in our family’s oral historical tradition.

My Grandfather or Myself in a Just Prior Incarnation?

 

This morning I woke up again with another unusual astral experience or vision. I saw a scene where someone a good deal older than I (that is to say, from an earlier time historically) … it would have been not in the last generation, but in the one before it, because of the way he spoke … just at the moment of sudden death, and needing to stay on Earth and care for his family, was just finding himself in the position of not being able to stay here.

I realized this was my father’s father Roy D. Clagett, whose wife was my deeply cherished grandmother Alice Delores Clagett. He was the grandfather I had always longed to meet, but had not had the opportunity to meet, as he had passed on before I was born.

It was as if the Soul wounding of that gentleman were clearing … and almost as if I were that gentleman, clearing that. I could hear all his thoughts as he passed on. And I saw a good deal of the details around that passing on.

I have to say, I was very impressed with him. Never have I met him, but he had a way of thinking: He was thinking of God all the time. And he would use God’s name in his thoughts, just as part of his gentle way of thinking.

I am blessed to have had a chance to encounter my grandfather, in a moment that was supremely important to him in his life … a moment of crisis, of change … and soon to be Soul renewal, I am sure, at that point …

And right now I would like to say a prayer, as the Sun sets on another beautiful day: A prayer for those who have passed on, that they may find rest, and peace, and that they may know God.

I pray for all the dearly departed, especially those that have been forgotten now, who may have passed a long time ago, especially through sudden death, or catastrophic situations for which the Soul has no chance to plan in advance, and who might be lingering here on Earth still. I pray that they may find rest, and peace, and that they may know God.

And I pray too, that those who have lost their loved ones through accident, sudden illness or injury, or through any kind of catastrophe, should have a chance to recover from their grief, and to live fulfilling lives. Happy lives. And that they may be made whole again, in the wisdom and knowledge of God.

–revised; from Link: “Memory of the Moment of Passing of My Father’s Father,” a vision by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 18 January 2018; revised on 14 September 2018, on 7 February 2019, and on 17 May 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8ga ..

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Second Incarnational Story: The Hitler Death Camp Sublieutenant

 

I know of an instance that had to do with one of the concentration camps … I wonder, could it have been Auschwitz-Birkenau? … during the Second World War in Germany, where many people of Jewish faith lost their lives. There was an instance of a person incarnated as a man … a fair-haired Caucasian man, and those were greatly favored by that regime as being a superior race.

That man was chosen to supervise this concentration camp, or to have an authoritative role in this concentration camp. And some of the things that he did … What should I say? … it is such a painful vision for me! … He did personally dispatch, with his pistol, quite a few people of Jewish culture, and many children; many families, including my own.

Alice’s Vision of Herself and Her Family in the Concentration Camp

 

In a vision, I seemed to recall this part of his story very vividly, because at the time I was only three years old. I was a little girl three years of age. I had, in that incarnation, it seemed, a younger sister, about 2 years of age (who was my next eldest sister in today’s lifetime) and an infant brother (who was my brother in today’s lifetime). My father in that lifetime I have not met in this lifetime, but it seemed to me my mother in that lifetime was a woman meditation teacher I had in this lifetime … in fact, a devoted student of the very man who murdered her in that other lifetime, in the Nazi concentration camp.

When my family arrived at the camp, murder and death were all around us. The man with the gun told me that, if I would be his wife, I could save the lives of my family. He put a wedding ring on my finger, and after one night, I remember we stood, in the morning light, I on his right side, before my family. My father stood on my left, before us. Next to him was my mother, holding my infant brother. On my right, before me, was my younger sister.

Hope blossomed in my breast, that they would be saved. Just as I felt this, the blonde man next to me raised his handgun … a Luger, I think it is called … as if to shoot my father. I looked up, tears in my eyes, and begged him not to. With no thought at all, quick as a snake, he turned the pistol at a downward slant, because of my slight height, and shot. The bullet angled down through my left shoulder, into my body, and I feel down dead.

Yet through the ghostly vision of my astral form, suddenly freed from my physical body, in this time of great distress, I saw this man raise his pistol and, with utter sangfroid, murder every member of my family, except for my young sister. Then, taking the wedding ring from my lifeless hand, he placed it on the finger of my sister …

–revised; from Link: “Reincarnation, the Law of Karma, and God’s Sense of Humor,” visions by Alice B. Clagett, published on 25 September 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7mz .. 

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Incarnational Memories by Alice: Cuyamaca Omen
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
1 May 2017

 

Once I ran
a leaf-strewn path
beside a sometime mountain stream
my family
ground its meal by

Young then, but lithe,
I was
the Silent Runner

It was the black bear
took my life
Still wondering —
What will this brave boy
become?

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Later I walked
Those mountain paths
Saw him fly by,
heading downstream

I stopped to nap
under our family’s oak tree,
Woke with a start!
What’s that behind me?

But it was
only a coyote child.

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Yesterday
the air was full
of omens

What should I do?
I asked
my Cuyamaca dad

You are, he said,
My cherished one —
Go quick!
May these thy feet
touch not one leaf!

And so I fled
back to the quiet places —

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Dad, dad!
Once more I am
the silent runner!

–from Link: “Demonic Clearing Yesterday, to Do with World War II,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 21 September 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ab0 ..

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Incarnational Memories by Alice: The Vision of the Cuyamaca Native American Boy
27 June 2014

 

Once I was hiking in the Cuyamaca wilderness, in Southern California. And as I turned to retrace my steps, back towards the road, I was walking higher up than a creek. And on the other side of the creek was a little trail … a deer trail. All around were live oaks … California live oaks; very beautiful!

And there, running along the deer path, I saw, in a vision, a Native American child about eight years old … a boy … running, very lithely and quickly, along the trail. And I could not tell! … He was kind of transparent, so I guess maybe he was a shade. I waiver on that … Maybe he was a ghost … And sometimes I think, maybe it was me a long time ago.

And the thing I got from that is: He was so at one with the forest floor, the leaves of the oak trees on the forest floor, it was as if he were part of the oak trees and the water … But in human form.

I was very happy to see a child so at one with everything around him.

And then he faded out and disappeared. And that was my first vision.

–revised; from Link: “Two Native American Visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 27 June 2014; revised on 26 December 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-892 ..

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Remembering a Death Date of One of My Native American Incarnations
11 March 2012

 

I was thinking about the lifetime when I sat on that western mesa, wrapped warm in a good blanket, watched the sun set … oh, so beautiful … watched the night sky blossom with stars, and felt, with a steady heart, as my life left me.

I thought, Why not? And journeyed back, to sit beside him, hand on that old, courageous shoulder, my heart his own.

I, who will be, am here with you now.

–from Link: “Journal Entry: 11 March 2012,” by Alice B. Clagett, written on 11 March 2012 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-86M ..

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Incarnational Memories by Alice: The Vision of the Native American Elder Who Faced Death with Calm Courage
27 June 2014

 

I had a vision of an older Native American brave, sitting with a blanket wrapped around him, near the Eastern edge of a mesa, in the Southwestern part of what is now the United States.

This person, I could tell was me, for sure, in a past life. He was sitting, watching a red sun, rising or setting, off in the distance. And he was feeling and knowing, that it was his time to pass.

The thing that was so amazing to me about that vision and that memory, is the complete acceptance of such a great change … this change we call death, or passing. Such an amazing settledness about it. Such courage, and such strength of character. Unwavering understanding that death is just a part of life. Without any regrets at all, he was watching and knowing, and understanding the cycle of life.

That memory has stood me in good stead over the years; and especially now, when so many things are changing because of the Ascension process. I remember how brave I was once, and it helps me to be more courageous now.

–revised; from Link: “Two Native American Visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 27 June 2014; revised on 26 December 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-892 ..

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Incarnational Memories by Alice: Mongol Adventurer’s Wife and Keeper of the Treasure

I have an incarnational memory of being a woman looking like the woman in this photo, only 10 or 15 years older than she …

Image: “A Young Buriat [Buryat] Woman from Aginskaia Duma, from Novosibirsk State Museum of Regional History and Folk Life, 1900s, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:A_young_Buriat_woman.jpg … public domain … {{PD-US}} – U.S. work that is in the public domain in the U.S. for an unspecified reason, but presumably because it was published in the U.S. before 1926 … LEGEND: ‘I79. Buryatskaya debushka iz Aginskoi dumi / Zabaikalckoi obl’ (‘Buryat girl from the Aginsk Duma / Transbaikal Region’).

Image: “A Young Buriat [Buryat] Woman from Aginskaia Duma, from Novosibirsk State Museum of Regional History and Folk Life, 1900s, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:A_young_Buriat_woman.jpg … public domain … {{PD-US}} – U.S. work that is in the public domain in the U.S. for an unspecified reason, but presumably because it was published in the U.S. before 1926 …

LEGEND: ‘I79. Buryatskaya debushka iz Aginskoi dumi / Zabaikalckoi obl’ (‘Buryat girl from the Aginsk Duma / Transbaikal Region’).

As well, I remember standing on the Chinese mainland near the northern Sea of Japan, wearing clothes like those in the photo. I recall my husband was off on one of many long treks to get … whether by theft or by barter … more gold for my family. I kept the family fortune safely round my neck, while he risked his life in his wanderings. I felt sure my husband would return (though many a husband did not, in those days). I sense my memory was from a time much earlier than the date of the photo, which I take to be late 1800s, soon after photography was invented.

The distance from the Sea of Japan to Lake Baikal in Eastern Siberia (Russian republic of Buryatia and Russian Irkutsk oblast or province) is about 1,600 miles. In those days, it seems likely to me that very long treks were not uncommon amongst the people who lived from 1400 BC to 1600 AD, and maybe later on as well.

There was, for instance, the Egtved Girl, a Nordic Bonze Age girl (ca. 1390-1370 BC) who made several annual 1,000-mile treks before passing on in Egtved, Denmark, at age 16-18. – from Link: “Egtved Girl,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egtved_Girl

In the same way, the ruthless Chude (‘Chud’ or Tchude’) raiders from Estonia, Karelia, and Northwestern Russia must have trekked 600 to 1000 miles (depending on whether they were able to cross water, or had to skirt round it) to prey upon the Sami, the nomadic hunter-gather reindeer herders of Norway, Such is the setting for the 1987 Pathfinder film, which memorializes the heroic exploits of a young Sami man in about 1000 AD. For more on that, see Link: “Pathfinder (1987 film), in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pathfinder_(1987_film) ..

In more recent times there was Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca, a Spanish explorer of the New World, who was shipwrecked on the Western shore of Texas in 1528 AD. From then till 1537 AD he and a few others traveled barefoot through the uncharted Southwestern part of what was then a land full of hostile Native Americans, and on to Mexico City. That was a distance of 2,400 miles. –from Link: “Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca,” in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%81lvar_N%C3%BA%C3%B1ez_Cabeza_de_Vaca ..

It seems to me within reason that the Mongolian husband of my incarnational memory might have trekked the 1,600 miles from the Sea of Japan to Lake Baikal, and have brought back glowing reports to my people, who then might have undertook the arduous journey to that beautiful lake district, where they are still found today.

–from Link: “Incarnational Memories by Alice: Mongol Adventurer’s Wife and Keeper of the Treasure,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 21 April 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-mwb ..

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Incarnational Memories by Alice: Norse Viking Wife and Norse Sagas

 

I can remember being a woman amongst the Norsemen, long centuries ago. I was the wife of a Viking. It was in Scandinavia that our longhouse was built. It was in an area rather flat, shielded from the western winds by a rounded ridge of land running south to north and four times the height of a grown man.

The door to our longhouse was to the south, and it ran, a little like the ridge of land, from south to north, having been built 20 paces from it. Near the house were evergreen trees. The trees were twice as tall as our roundhouse, There were not too many of the trees, but for that land, deep in snow in wintertime, it was a nice setting in which to build a house.

I remember I was a sturdily built woman, not given too much to speech. I remember waiting, in my 30s, more than a year for my husband’s return from a raiding expedition. I remember how long winter was there, and how physically strong my young children and my family were; how able they were to resist the cold.

 

I can remember reading, in this current incarnation, the Norse myths. I recall reading about the Norse settlement of Greenland, and of the further Norse explorations of Newfoundland, and on down the Mississippi River, and also of their diminution in Greenland, and finally the deaths of the last Norse settlers there. As I read these stories, it was as if I remembered them happening to me.

It could be that these sagas were handed down from generation to generation amongst the Norsemen, and that I was a storyteller in that long-ago incarnation as a Viking woman.

I recall having the DNA of my family line checked through National Geographic, and finding out that my ancestral line came from Africa, passed through the Neanderthal settlements in Europe (and so, may have picked up some Neanderthal genes though intermarriage). Then it passed down through Norway to England, arriving there at about the time when William the Conqueror successfully overtook the British Isle. Thus it is possible that the memories I have may have had to do with an ancestor of mine, whose memories are stored in my own etheric or DNA template.

–from “Link: “Transformation Through the Incoming Light,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 23 March 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-h0g ..

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The Second Story about War: Incarnational Memories by Alice . Alice’s Vision . The Christian and the Saracen
Note: The first story in the original blog did not have to do with my incarnational memories.

I have three more stories to tell you about war, and they have to do with putative past incarnations of my own. I have more war stories, but I’ll only tell three more today.

 

The first story was explained to me by a spiritual counselor. It had to do with the time during the Christian crusades, when the Christians were seeking the Holy Grail and warring against the Saracen. My counselor described that I was a crusader at that time; a man.

I went off to war, and there was just a moment, that I seemed to remember from that war, when I faced a Saracen of about the same stature as myself, in mortal combat. And he and I killed each other during that war.

Image: “Illustration from the 1922 book “The Boy’s of King Arthur”, p 306, depicting the final duel between King Arthur and Sir Mordred in the Battle of Camlan,” by N.C. Wyeth, 1922, in English Wikipiedia … https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Boys_King_Arthur_-_N._C._Wyeth_-_p306.jpg … in CC BY-SA 3.0 … DESCRIPTION: “Illustration from page 306 of ‘The Boy’s King Arthur’: the death of Arthur and Mordred – ‘Then the king … ran towards Sir Mordred, crying, ‘Traitor, now is thy death day come.'” … COMMENT: Although this is a drawing of a battle between King Arthur and Mordred, it reminds me, by its deadly intent, of the battle between the Saracen and the Christian that was an example for me, in a past incarnation, of my own self embodied in ‘another’, whom I sought to kill, only to find myself mortally wounded through my own murderous intent.

Image: “Illustration from the 1922 book “The Boy’s of King Arthur”, p 306, depicting the final duel between King Arthur and Sir Mordred in the Battle of Camlan,” by N.C. Wyeth, 1922, in English Wikipiedia … https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Boys_King_Arthur_-_N._C._Wyeth_-_p306.jpg … in CC BY-SA 3.0 …

DESCRIPTION: “Illustration from page 306 of ‘The Boy’s King Arthur’: the death of Arthur and Mordred – ‘Then the king … ran towards Sir Mordred, crying, ‘Traitor, now is thy death day come.'” …

COMMENT: Although this is a drawing of a battle between King Arthur and Mordred, it reminds me, by its deadly intent, of the battle between the Saracen and the Christian that was an example for me, in a past incarnation, of my own self embodied in ‘another’, whom I sought to kill, only to find myself mortally wounded through my own murderous intent.

I remember a recent insight I had about that. I asked: Which was me?

I remembered that holographic audiovidual clip. I remembered the moment we had killed each other, but I couldn’t tell which was which … which was I and which the Saracen. And my spirit guides (through the spiritual counselor from whom I was learning) said that I was both of them.

This is an interesting fact: That when we war, we think that we’re warring against someone else, but in fact, we’re warring against ourselves, and injuring or killing our own Spirit through war.  And I had never thought of it, until Spirit advised me of this.

–revised; from Link: “War Trauma – William Beanes – Star-Spangled Banner … a ghost story and 3 visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 December 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7Ox ..

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The Third Story about War: Incarnational Memories by Alice . Alice’s Vision . Killed by a Comrade in Arms Over Love for a Woman

 

Long, long ago, in the times which we would term barbaric, I seem to remember having been a warrior by trade. I had a comrade in arms; we would go to war together, and fight battles. And up until the time I, as in a mist, seemed to remember, we had survived together.

My friend had a wife. And for reasons I no longer remember, it seems he found me one day in flagrante delicto with his wife. Naturally, I begged his forgiveness. He was my best friend, my only friend.

He was so upset … he was so caught up in the passion of the moment … that he killed me. He killed me with a short knife.

From my point of view, in that story there was a tremendous sense of incompletion, which I might have carried down to other contexts, along those lines, through other incarnations, if such reincarnational stories be true.

I think it’s the warrior spirit. It’s the feeling of killing our fellow man, that causes us to act so quickly, and so in error, with regard to our own brotherhood with all humanity. That’s the second story.

It may be that I have had many great incarnations, but the only ones that come to me, in this lifetime, as possible memories, are the ones that need completing because there was so much suffering involved, from that perspective.

–revised, from Link: “War Trauma – William Beanes – Star-Spangled Banner … a ghost story and 3 visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 December 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7Ox ..

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The Fourth Story about War: Incarnational Memories by Alice . Alice’s Vision . The Delirious, Mortally Wounded Soldier Who Killed His Wife by Mistake

 

I’d like to tell the last story about war. I saw kind of a mental movie. I remembered something from the distant past, during the Revolutionary War, about a man who had a family and went to war.

There was a fierce battle, and his wife sent her children to a female friend to take care of, and went to the battlefield to search, among the dead and dying, for her husband, to see if she could save him.

She found him there, walking on the field of battle. She didn’t know he had a head wound, and that he was delirious because of it. The doctors on the field of battle had tried to help him, but they had been unable to. He had broken free of them, and was roaming about, delirious.

He saw his wife, and didn’t know … didn’t recognize her. And he killed her with that little gun they had in those days. Then as he lay dying, he shot himself.

And the last thought that he had, as he passed on, in that battlefield, was of how much he loved his wife, and how much he wanted to be with her, and make love to her one more time. In that final scene of that incarnation, he saw his penis like a sword; like an implement of war, and like a sign of the courage that one must have in facing battle.

And his wife’s last thought as she lay dying was: What would become of her children?

Terrible story! After seeing this audiovisual clip or vision, enacted in vivid detail … including what the people looked like, and what the battlefield was, and the concern about the children …

I said to Spirit: Which person was I, in that situation? 

And Spirit said: You were both. 

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There you have two stories that corroborate the notion that, when we war, we war only against ourselves. And the trauma that we feel, when we war … the terrible trauma of seeing ourselves injure fellow eternal Souls, in physical form … goes with us to the grave, and must be cleared, even if we reach a new incarnation.

All that must be cleared from our beautiful being of Light, for us to remember, once more, the glorious, loving beings that we are.

–from Link: “War Trauma – William Beanes – Star-Spangled Banner … a ghost story and 3 visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 December 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7Ox ..

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Alice’s Incarnational Stories: A Child in India

 

I will tell you what happened in that other lifetime …

It was a century or so ago; I was a child in India. I was a child of two or three; I had just learned to walk. I was with my mom at a market in India. You know, the markets in India … they are not like markets in the United States. It is an open air market, and there is a lot of commotion and confusion.

A sadhu walked by. To me, he was an older person; but probably, I guess, maybe in his thirties. And he had the typical sadhu appearance …

Image: “Sadhus Walking on Kathmandu Durbar Square,” taken by Peter Akkermans, Konica Minolta Digital Camera, Nepal, May 2007; transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons by Usr: Quadell, CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported

Image: “Sadhus Walking on Kathmandu Durbar Square,” taken by Peter Akkermans, Konica Minolta Digital Camera, Nepal, May 2007; transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons by Usr: Quadell, CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported

I was intrigued by his spiritual air. Even at the age of two or three, I had an interest in spirituality. Magically … I started following him. And while I was following him … I was not even aware of it … I lost my mother in the crowd.

I found myself in completely strange surroundings. He turned; and he saw me following him. He saw the look in my eyes, that I wanted to be a spiritual student of his. His eyes hardened, and he threw me down into a filthy gutter.

There I was, completely lost, and covered with foul matter! And you know, life is not of much value in India … or at least, back then it was not.

I was crying in the gutter, and a woman found me, and took pity on me. She cleaned me, and fed me, and raised me up as if I were her own child. I was extremely fortunate in that!

In my latter years … after I had married a husband, and raised my children … there was time, at the end of my life, for me to practice kirtan. There were years in which I was able to practice kirtan every day, and sing with the other ladies in the temple. It was pretty cool. It was a very cool experience!

But the thing is, the sadhu later incarnated as a guru well respected by many people even today. What am I to do? For me, that kind of person is not the kind of teacher for me. For the next person, it might be just their cup of tea.

On an Attitude of Religious Tolerance

 

I think we, as spiritual people … during this process when everybody’s thoughts are becoming transparent to everybody else … I think we need to stand back, and be very copacetic with all the other spiritual groups’ religious beliefs … with their spiritual teachers, their ascended masters, and their gurus.

If we are Christian, let us not laugh at people who are Buddhist; Buddhism is their sincere belief. If we are people who have had bad experiences, in past lifetimes, with spiritual teachers that are much revered by groups today, then let us give them the space to do what they wish.

And let us be careful not to criticize them in any way: For this is their choice, on their path to higher consciousness. And most particularly, let us not curse other people, simply because they are not on our spiritual path. Let us not harbor vengeance, or hardness of heart, or desire to get even with them for not believing what we believe.

Otherwise, as the Ascension process continues, we will create for ourselves a terrible experience of hell … or I should say, purgatory … because there in the middle of us, in our hearts, that is where we are not free to express our true selves, because of the opinion of other people.

There is something about forgiveness … It just immediately lifts up the heart, and lifts up the Soul to a higher level of the astral plane. It is not an easy thing to do. In my case there are people that have been pursuing me on the astral plane for years for this reason.

And I used to take it very seriously. Witchcraft? No, I do not think so! … Curses? No, I do not think so! These charms, and this manipulation of the second chakra, to get me to be a different way? I do not think so! I Am I! I Am That Am!

Today, it got to be pretty excruciating again. So finally I thought: Why not just laugh and let it go? … I will have a little fun … I will make it a lighthearted situation.

Most likely, it is not the spiritual teachers that are involved; most likely it is the group consensus. It is the social contract of the group that is causing this. And if the purpose of the group is to be in consensus, each with the other, because everyone is concerned about everybody else’s opinion, then a little lighthearted fun might have them go away.

I tried a little of that. I did not want to be too heavy duty; but like a little child: Oh my gosh. this is so silly! I can’t believe it! And that worked out right well for me.

–revised; from Link: “Purgatory: Astral Subplane 4N,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 16 August 2015; published on 22 April 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5a7 ..

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The Children of the Tiger

Introduction

 

I had a wonderful vision last night. I will do my best to describe it …

Last night the air was full of the grace coming into the field of humanity through the ongoing coronal mass ejections. Sometimes it felt like nectar, thick like honey, deep and nourishing.

The soul of Earth, the astral plane, had for a week been roiling and clearing. My experience of reality had been shifting moment to moment, and this shifting had been accelerating all day. By nightfall, the panorama of earthly scenes and scenarios came and went in the wink of an eye, interspersed with moments of peaceful tranquility, with a footing in what I’ve in this lifetime known as ‘reality’.

I took a rest at nightfall, and when I awoke, the air was blurry. Was I going through a veil? I heard this gentle admonition: Go out in the back yard. Waste not a moment — do it now! So I did. The moment I stepped outdoors the air became more clear.

In the dark, cool night, as I stood in the back yard, I heard a motor vehicle drive up and park on the street in front of my house, and the threat energy intensified. Then I felt the soles of my feet on the ground. I saw the distant, gentle starshine, and noticed that the coyotes, with their rustling, and their melodious, poignant songs, had gone off somewhere. All was still.

I said to myself: I will go to the front yard and stand in conscious awareness before this threat energy. The minute I thought that, I heard the engine start, and the vehicle sped away.

As I walked toward the house, I remembered a lifetime in a village in Southeast Asia. I was a strong young man. There was a threat of a tiger on the prowl.

I walked to my back porch, to the patio door, and saw a reflection of myself. The dress and blanket I was wearing, and my reflected face, shifted to the image of that young Asian monk. Then it shifted again, to another, older monk, with the left side of his face greatly disfigured by the claws of a tiger. I watched his eyes, and saw that, for him, the wounding was countered by the steady calm of his Soul. And I remembered the story …

The Story

 

The tiger came to the village, and attacked the head monk. This monk asked me to go and kill the tiger. He told me how to do so with compassion, so that the peace and tranquility of this world would be upheld.

And so I did. As the tiger lay dying, I saw her two children, and I felt her desperate desire to protect and nourish them. I looked into her eyes and promised her: Set these concerns aside and pass on in peace. I shall protect and cherish thy children.

In an alternate world, I saw her to be a woman in human form; a woman at the same time fierce and loving, deeply steeped in Spirit.

And then the tiger passed on. I carried her two cubs back to the village, to the pallet where my teacher lay, with a healing poultice on the left side of his face. My teacher blessed the tiger’s children.

Time passed, and I never ceased to tell them the story of their mother’s courage, and of the fierce love she had for them. They grew tall and handsome, one walking on either side of me through the forests round the village. They were like my own sons, and I their father.

PS: There is a beautiful Taoist poem about neutral mind and a tiger at Link: “A Poem by a Taoist Priest” … https://www.pocketmindfulness.com/a-poem-by-a-taoist-priest/ ..

–revised; from Link: Incarnational Stories by Alice: The Children of the Tiger,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 26 October 2013 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7a9 ..

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Foregleam . A Prose Poem

Written on about 1967; imaged on 9 April 2021; published on 10 April 2021

  • INTRODUCTION
  • “FOREGLEAM”
  • NOTES

Dear Ones,

INTRODUCTION

This prose poem hails from my college days. As I recall it was composed while I was reading the “Canterbury Tales” written in Middle English between the years 1387 and 1400 by Geoffrey Chaucer, whose work I much admired.

I recall being astounded by the words in the poem, as they came ‘out of the blue’. At time, it seemed to me as if I were that older woman described in the passage. It is as if I were standing in her body.

I did not know what to make of it. Was it really to be me, in this present incarnation, as the years rolled on? Was it someone else, someone I had been in the Middle Ages? To be frank, I was baffled.

When I came across this poem some years ago, I thought to include it in the tales of my incarnational memories noted below. You must make of it what you will.

Image: “Peasant Girl Spinning,” by Elihu Vedder, 1869, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Elihu_Vedder_-_A_Peasant_Girl_Spinning.jpg … public domain

Image: “Peasant Girl Spinning,” by Elihu Vedder, 1869, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Elihu_Vedder_-_A_Peasant_Girl_Spinning.jpg … public domain\

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“FOREGLEAM”
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
ca. 1967

Though now the grey subdued her raven hair
Her step was light and lithesome as a maid’s,

And yet her eyes did sparkle in her face
As do the sparrow’s, chortling in spring’s wake.

Her frame, dainty and slim, but strong withal,
Was like the reed which, troubled by the wind,

Will only bow its head and, in the calm,
Stand up the stronger, although not so tall.

Her garment was of simple brown and white.
Her voice was bright and knowing, fairy-like,

And often would she gaze into the air
In contemplation, fingertip on mouth.

It mattered naught how cold or wet the day.
In any kind of weather she would walk.

Whenever she was asked to speak her mind,
First quode she always, “Well now, let me see.”

And ever was her speech as calm and sweet
As whispering fountain on a sunlit morn.

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NOTES

The word ‘quode’ I take to mean ‘spake’ or ‘responded’; I believe this is a word from medieval times that might also have been in use during the European Renaissance (given the imaginative use of various spellings of words, even within one literary work, during those times … and even up until the end of the 19th Century, during the days of my grandparents here in the United States). I feel it may be kin to the words ‘quedan’ (Old High German), ‘cwethan’ (Old English), and ‘quethen’ (Middle English, past tense ‘quoth’).

Here is an instance from “A merry iest how a sergeant would learne to playe the frere, written by maister Thomas More in hys youth” …

“In dede quode he,
“It hath with me,
“Bene better than it is.”

— from Link: “The History of the English Language” …  https://johnsonsdictionaryonline.com/the-history-of-the-english-language/ … The poem is public domain because it is so old.

Sir Thomas More, who was sainted, lived from 1478 to 1535, during the European Renaissance.

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Image: “Foregleam,” a poem composed and handwritten by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 1967, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Foregleam,” a poem composed and handwritten by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 1967, CC BY-SA 4.0

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Image: “In the Forest for Mushrooms,” by Sergey Vinogradov, 1927, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sergey_Vinogradov_-_Gathering_Mushrooms_in_the_Forest.jpg … public domain

Image: “In the Forest for Mushrooms,” by Sergey Vinogradov, 1927, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sergey_Vinogradov_-_Gathering_Mushrooms_in_the_Forest.jpg … public domain

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–from Link: “Foregleam,” a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett, written ca. 1967; imaged on 9 April 2021; published on 10 April 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-mjK ..

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FIVE OF MY INCARNATIONS

 

I have three stories to tell about incarnations I remember (just a few of them), and my understanding of what I have learned or what is happening. My thought is that it may help other people to interpret their own circumstances; to trace them back; and to repair the wounding of old incarnations that were traumatic, and created time loops in our etheric net that need to be untangled and straightened out so that we can be in our full glory. So that’s my thought, and here are the stories. I hope I do them justice.

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Story of the Two Warrior Friends

 

There was a time, a long time ago, when I was a warrior. I had a friend who was a companion in arms. It was a very, very long time ago, before the discovery of America, and before the European continent became civilized.

I was a warrior by trade. My friend and I stuck together through thick and thin. War is a very difficult experience, and so it is good to have a friend. We survived a lot of battles. We were kind of rough-hewn; you might have called us barbarians, from the vantage point of current civilization.

My friend had a woman; in current, civilized terms you might call her his wife. I was not the civilized sort; one time he found me with her, in an extremely compromising situation … in flagrante delicto, you might say. He became enraged, and he killed me on the spot.

Now the last thing I remember about that stabbing death is that I loved him, as a comrade-in-arms, and I hoped for his forgiveness. The anguish of that death without finding forgiveness was embedded in my body at the site of the wound.

A terrible story! These are the kinds of stories that we remember, though! They are the first to come back into our Awareness … not all the good stories; just the terrible stories … because those are the ones to do with Soul wounding.

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Life as a Forest Nature Spirit

 

Many lifetimes went by. And eventually I found myself in the nature spirit world. I was a nature spirit, and I had a particular deva that I was very fond of. A deva is a very wise overseer nature spirit dweller on the astral plane. They live for a very long time; longer than humans. In fact, my deva may still be alive!

I was tiny; the deva was a huge and magnificent energy. I used to just hang around with my deva, in total awe and adoration.

One day, I found myself, as a nature spirit, near a beautiful pool of water in a forest.

This was in the rustic times, when people lived in small villages. There were some human children, playing and diving in the water. And I thought to myself: I would really like to be a human! I saw a child that I recognized there, and that was the cause of my longing.

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Life as a Human Woman in the Forest, and Death in Childbirth

 

In the twinkling of an eye, my deva arranged it! Before I knew it, I was a baby in that village! And as time went on, I, who as a nature spirit had fallen in love with that young boy, found myself married to him.

And what do you know?! It was the same Soul as that comrade-in-arms from whom I had sought forgiveness so long ago. In this new incarnation as girl and boy, we were deeply and passionately in love.

At a young age we were married. Before I knew it, I was with child. Before summer days rolled round again, I found myself giving birth. And in the process of giving birth to a beautiful baby girl, I lost my life.

The last thing that I remembered was my life blood draining out of me, over my legs, as I lay on my back, on the forest floor. And a terrible concern for my husband, whom I loved dearly, and for my child, who had just been born. As I left my body, through my astral spirit I asked my husband if he would please take care of our child. And he agreed.

I wrote this poem about that lifetime …

Tom o’ the Forest
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
4 January 2018

 

Ah, Tom! Tom o’ the Forest!
Would that I had been there
with you, my own dear love,
as our child grew in strength
. . . and beauty

Would, if I could,
. . . have stopped the flow
. . . . . . of my life blood
. . . . . . . . . such loss
. . . . . . . . . such pallor
. . . . . . . . . . . . out onto the brown leaves
. . . . . . . . . . . . by the woodland pool
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Dearest my love
Such a long and weary while
. . . Stood I by your own side,
. . . . . . sighing

The blade that longing
. . . lent your throat
. . . . . . sliced mine
. . . . . . . . . as well

Tom of my life
Tom of my seried lives’ yearning
Blest be the day
when our twained paths
once more marry

Another soundtrack of this poem, using Alice’s voice …

 

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Return to the Nature Realm

 

Because of that terrible experience I had, of deepest love won, and suddenly lost through death, I went back to the nature realm for a while. What was happening back on Earth, with my husband and my child? My husband went into a terrible depression. He couldn’t get over my death. And after a few years, in his despondency, he committed suicide.

And my child was left to survive on her own, with the help of friends in the village. So that is the story of how I left my deva for love of a human boy.

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On Meeting These Two Souls in My Current Incarnation

 

Many many years went by. Modern times came. And some fifteen years ago, I was walking along, and I felt a great thrilling of my Soul. A great resonance with some energy nearby. And before long I found that this resonance had to do with a man and a woman who were friends.

I felt a strong kinship with both of them, on the spiritual plane. I did not know why; I couldn’t explain it. I could tell that the woman did not like me! And I could tell that the man was afraid of me. Shortly after that, the man and the woman got married.

It took a long time, listening telepathically, to figure out what had happened. The closest I can tell you is this:

The man I met in this lifetime was the man I was married to in the forest: Tom of the Forest. The woman he married in this lifetime was my daughter born in the forest. He had decided, in this lifetime, to provide for her the love, the emotional support, that he was unable to provide in that lifetime.

He did not want to have anything to do with me, because of the pain of that separation when I died in childbirth long ago. She did not want to have anything to do with me because she was still feeling deserted by her mother from those ancient times.

–revised; from Link: “Reincarnation – Ascension – Freedom of Mind,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 25 September 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7mp ..

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A Vision … Looking Through the Eyes of a Red-Tailed Hawk

 

The image of the Native American hero Gluskap, and his friend the hawk, reminds me of a dream I once had of seeing through the eyes of a red-tailed hawk that was circling high up in the sky, and looking down with lightning sharp vision at a mouse scurrying along a chaparral track in a high mountain meadow below.

In my mind, I link the story of Gluskap and the vision through the hawk’s eyes with two remembered lifetimes as a Native American … one as a boy in the Cuyamaca Mountains, and one as a Hopi brave …

–revised; from Link: “Demonic Clearing Yesterday, to Do with World War II,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 21 September 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ab0 ..

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Slave Planet Blues: Alice’s Vision About Humans in Other Solar Systems

 

I thought I would tell you a story about a dream I had today. I came back from an early morning walk, and I fell asleep, and I had a dream. The dream went like this:  I was a human being, on a planet that was not Earth. It was Light years from Earth. I was sitting and meditating, as I do here.

While I meditated, I started thinking about the far-flung human race … all the other humans on other planets and in other solar systems in my Universe. The minute I thought it, my Awareness went to another planet that had humans on it.

I saw that these humans were trapped and enslaved by a cruel alien species. They had, essentially, no free will, and the Light of their hearts had been chained down; had been darkened. The memory of the greatness that they really were, they had forgotten.

My heart went out to them. Suddenly I was there on that planet. I could see a little child about 3 years old, a little girl, sitting on someone’s lap. I felt such compassion for her. With my hand, I touched her heart. I blessed her that she should be free; and all her people should be free.

The minute I did that, my world view turned upside down, and suddenly, I was that child, looking out from that world, and that world was this one.

It was very jarring for me … It was not bad or good; it was just an amazing sensation, to be a human being from such a different place. And then, all of a sudden, to be here, in a human body, in this solar system … a completely different place.

–revised; from Link: “Unseen Forces,” stories and visions by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 July 2013; revised 29 June 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6AO ..

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Memories of Homeworld Destruction … Planet Maldek?  

 

Last night, during meditation, as in many meditations past, I could feel my physical body being jerked forward, again and again, into a momentary state of unconsciousness, drawn forward into the Awareness of another being. Each time I jerked upright, into conscious Awareness, my Awareness recentered in my heart. I kept thinking: Just cut this cord with the Other! Just be You, in your own centered Awareness!

Each time I thought that, I was overcome by a feeling of anxiety. I saw a vision of my home planet, aeons ago, exploding in the night sky. Everyone and everything I ever knew or loved, annihilated in one single moment of unimaginable destruction. With the exception of the being who then stood beside me, observing from space, a fellow freedom fighter, a being whose Lightworker destiny has been interwoven with mine down through the interminable ages since that time.

To whom has my heart unconsciously reached out, again and again? To the only other survivor of that catastrophe. One whom I met again, here on Earth, a little over a decade ago. That Soul is the only known constant in all my incarnations as a Lightworker.

On Turning Fear of Social Isolation into an Advaita Experience

 

In my subconscious mind, through the long incarnations, this other being had come to represent my overarching concept of Other.

During the meditation, when I tried to stop the jerking back and forth of my Awareness, I was overwhelmed by a vast sense of loss … the loss of my home world and all the beings in it. This remembered feeling of utter desperation, of darkest despair, of utter failure in my mission, would drive me into an unconscious state.

The accompanying thought was: If I cease the flow of Awareness, back and forth from me to this other being, then for sure that being will die. And all I have ever loved will have wilted and died at my hand, through my failure to protect them all. My family! My friends! My world! All gone, gone forever …

There’s no getting around it. This was some pretty heavy subconscious stuff-and-nonsense. But finally, in light of God that filled the meditation room, I summoned the courage to stop the outward–inward flow. And to my utter astonishment, it turned out that the other being … and all this New World as well … far from passing away … now existed within my own heart … and not in some desperate outside drama of times past or the transformation that this new world … Earth … my new home, is now going through.

On Being at Peace with Things as They Are

 

It came to me in a flash. There is no need to shoot anyone down. No need to save anyone. Everything is all right, just as it is! Wild but true.

Image: “The Treasure Within” by Mary Southard. This is a beautiful art piece depicting a woman with long, flowing hair, tenderly encircling Earth: http://www.marysouthardart.org/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/We-Hold-a-Treasure-The-Treasures-Witihin-3-1024×797.jpg ..

So it seems there is much to love and cherish, but all within the context of the great I AM. Who is loving and cherishing? God does that work. What is my role in all this?

My role is to be quiet, and offer myself with calmness and confidence, for service to God. To trust that God will guide me. Stay centered in my heart. Know that the ducks of this 3D world, and the shadow beneath my 3D feet, are not the Real Deal. Far from it. What is really happening? Me, my heart, and the Divine Will.

Revised; from Link: “Thoughts on the Controllers, True Power, Lightwork, and a Truer Reality,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 September 2013 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6GE ..


INFLUENCE OF PAST (OR CONCOMITANT, ALTERNATE) LIFETIME SOUL WOUNDING ON CURRENT LIFETIME EXPERIENCES      top

 

 

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Birth Abnormalities and Reincarnation

I thought I would talk just a tiny bit about the unusual physical qualities we may be born with … what they call abnormal … and the cause of them. And I will use myself as an example, because I know more about my past incarnations than I know about anybody else’s.  I was born with a couple of not-too-important, but interesting, physical abnormalities.

  • One is in my brain; it is a blood vessel that is somewhat enlarged; larger than it should be.
  • One is in my heart; one of the valves does not close completely.

Those two things have not caused me any trouble in life. They are not ‘dooming me’ to anything … They are just unusual physical things. Each one of those has to do with past incarnations.

Past Incarnation Head Injuries to Do with War

The problem in my head has to do with an incarnation in which I was actually bashed in the head and killed. I was in a lot of wars, over the incarnations, and it may have been then. And so, I carried through various incarnations … not the physical injury, but the cellular memory of pain. And this cellular memory of pain attracted more pain from incarnation to incarnation; physical things, probably. And also astral body things, that caused emotional body distortion in my etheric field. So eventually, it got to the point where it came into the physical, in this incarnation, as a slightly abnormal blood vessel in my brain.

On Healing Morphogenetic Field Distortions

It is good to know about things like this, because then we can go into the healing of the morphogenetic field distortion that caused it … Say, with Light language work which Judy Satori … https://judysatori.com/ … has. Or with Soul wounding clearing work, like Daniella Breen … https://daniellambreen.com/ … has. Or any number of other healing modalities that we use to clear ourselves and heal ourselves. The Ascension process makes this much easier, because of the Incoming Light being so fine and so rare.

 

Past Incarnation Heart Injuries through Physical Damage by People We Loved

So now I would like to just talk about one more example, which has to do with what I mentioned about my heart. I can remember several incarnations … well, actually, quite a few incarnations … in which my heart received great damage through loving people that injured me physically. And you have to remember that, back in the old days on Earth, it was not all like wine and roses. There was a lot of warring. There was a lot of uncivilized behavior. There was a lot of stuff that went on … and still is.

So this abnormality in my heart, while it does not affect my physical stamina or my longevity, it nevertheless reminds me of what went before. Every time I go to the doctor, they say: Did you know? One of your heart valves does not close properly … And so I say: Yes, I know. Thank you! 

And so, then I am reminded one more time that it is very important for me, in this lifetime, to heal the wounding in my heart … To make my heart chakra whole again. And to come back into total relation with the love that I am.

How Genetic Abnormalities … Even Fatal Abnormalities … May be Viewed as a Gift from God: A Gift of Remembering

So that is the important thing to think about: Genetic changes that make us different from other people; even in the case of those that involve early death … shortening of our lifetime, or suffering during life. They’re usually an indication of Soul wounding that needs to be healed. And so, in that way, they’re a gift from God. Because they remind us to heal.

–from Link: “Birth Abnormalities and Reincarnation … Healing the Brain and the Heart … Gene Repair,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 25 September 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7mv ..

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Stories by Alice: Three Stories about the Influence of Past Lifetime Soul Wounding on Current Lifetime Experiences

 

Here is a little bit more on Soul wounding timelines and dimensions. This has to do with my current lifetime. I have an Awareness timeline and dimension that keeps shifting and changing into other Awareness timelines and to other dimensions. Yet I am unaware of this; it is simply happening through grace. Grace is transporting me, or skipping me about amongst the various timelines and dimensions, as I go along.

Every time I call on my celestial Ascension team, a Shift is occurring in my timeline and in my dimensions. But, to my limited human Awareness, it seems like I am going along on just one timeline. And in that timeline, there will be instances of Soul wounding, often accreting, one upon the other, along a similar theme.

So for instance, let me share: I was born with an ever-so-slight insufficiency, or imbalance, of prana in the left side of my body. In my lifetime, in my early childhood, there were instances of Soul wounding, and also of physical wounding, that contributed to that. I recall three such instances.

I Thought I Could Fly

 

I have mentioned the first before: When I was very young, I thought I could fly. Why can I not fly, I would think. I could remember flying. So when I was very young … in first grade … I tried jumping down from the roof of our house, onto the concrete kitchen porch, and I hurt my left ankle, and the inside middle of the sole of my left foot. I was limping to school for a long time, after that, because of this injury to the left side of my body.

My Beautiful Blue Bicycle

 

Soon after that, I got a beautiful blue bicycle for Christmas. It was my pride and joy. The problem was, I did not know how to ride it. I practiced and practiced, and fell down a lot. We had a gravel driveway; that was what I had to ride on.

I had a childhood friend who was six months older than I. He was an incredible grown-up person in my mind. He was about seven years of age. He knew how to ride a bicycle! What can I say? He just knew things.

For a while, he would ride my bicycle up and down our long, country driveway. And he would let me ride on the bumper seat on the back wheel. He would show off: He would go very fast, by my lights. And so, he would be whizzing down the driveway … It was the only air conditioning we would have on the hot summer days. We would be whizzing, and the wind would be going past, and whipping past our hair. It was like an amusement ride!

So I was riding one day, on the ‘bumper seat’ … the back wheel, which had a place to tie things on, so it was like a place to sit. And my left foot got tangled in the spokes of the rear wheel of the bicycle. I fell off, and it badly torqued my leg. So there I was, limping again. That is the second instance on the same theme: This has to do with relaxing and repairing the body, on the left side … to do with the left-side prana, the ida, in kundalini terms.

The Fairhaven Excursion and the Old Station Wagon

 

The third thing happened when I was about 13 years old. The family had gone to our favorite beach, Fairhaven, for a beautiful summer day …

Map: Fairhaven. showing Herring Bay on the right, and a tidal estuary on the left, with only a thin strip of land in between the two bodies of water … https://www.google.com/maps/place/Fairhaven,+MD+20779/@38.7488301,-76.5581701,421m/data=!3m1!1e3!4m5!3m4!1s0x89b78f28d9bbdff5:0xdee5379890d06685!8m2!3d38.7442841!4d-76.5577354 ..

And we came back home. We young siblings … my brother, my three sisters, and I were grumpy and tired and wanted to go to bed. We arrived back home after dark in the family’s old station wagon; a very old station wagon with some problems. One problem was that the parking brake did not always stay in ‘Park’.

The circular turnaround at the end of the driveway and next to the house where we lived … was on a slight slope. There was another car parked at the top of the hill; that was our ‘normal’ car.

And so, we parked on a 45 degree angle. Everybody piled out of the car. Some of us started to run into the house. And the parking brake slipped.

My father was behind the car, with my youngest sister, getting things out of the car. My youngest sister was only 2 years old at that time; she was a toddler. My mother and I were on the right-hand side of the car, the passenger side. And the car started moving back down the hill. The motor was not going, but the force of gravity, and the heavy metal of the car were something to consider.

My father had extraordinarily fast reflexes; incredibly fast reflexes. Just in time, he grabbed my young sister out of the path of the moving car, which quickly gained acceleration; grabbed her up, over the top of the car, and saved her life.

My mother had really slow reflexes compared to my father … probably she had what most would consider ‘normal’ reflexes. My reflexes were in the middle, half-way between the two, and much faster than most people’s. So I inherited about half of my father’s gift.

The front seat car door, on my side of the car, the passenger side, was open; and I tried to dive into the car and grab the parking brake lever to the right of the driver’s seat, and pull it back up. But the open, right-hand car door hit me, and I fell under the car, The drag of the rapidly accelerating right front tire dragged me downward along the gravel drive for a moment, rolling me over under the car from a face-up to a face-down position. Then the moving right front tire rolled over the backs of my legs, leaving me lying on the driveway, as the car continued on down past the bottom of the turnaround.

My left leg was the first leg that had been rolled over by the car wheel, and it was dragged along by the car for a while, resulting in injury and scarring to the left quadriceps muscle. So there was a third injury to my left side, all within the space of the growing-up years.

And that is normal: It is normal for Soul wounding on one side, with which you are born … say, a pranic insufficiency on the left side … to attract to itself, in this dimension, numerous incidents that further the Soul wounding.

We are born with Soul wounding preserved on the astral plane and later on the mental plane, as we rest and recuperate in the fourth dimension between incarnations; and the process of Soul wounding or Soul healing begins again in each new physical incarnation.

Astral or Emotional Snags Carried from Incarnation to Incarnation

 

The above was just a physical example, but there are also astral or emotional snags that are embedded in our electromagnetic fields, and in our etheric nets … insufficiencies of the Light … that are carried through incarnations, because of the density of this third dimension, which results in this kind of Soul wounding.

This is not to say that, because we have Soul wounding, we are inferior in any way to anyone else. In fact, a lot of Soul wounding is characteristic of the Lightworkers, who have been on Earth for a really long time, and accumulated a lot of dings and scratches in their etheric nets (that is, their ‘etheric bodies’).

All this is in the process of healing right now, as you all know. The Light is coming in and fixing all of this because, in these times of the Great Awakening, it is impossible for these dings and nicks and scratches to exist anymore.

The axiatonal lines are flooded with Light, and the etheric net plumps up and is fixed, little by little. Then the Light flows from the etheric net into the physical form, and all that is fixed as well. So this is something to look forward to this year, during 2017.

–from Link: “Timelines and Dimensions 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 10 February 2017; published on 12 February 2017; revised on 9 February 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6ZS ..

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Motor Noises Bring Up Incarnational Memories of Violent Deaths

 

I came out at dusk to take a video of the sunset. The minute I walked out the door, I heard all these strange sounds … first I heard a lawnmower next door. That went away. And I thought: Now is the time for the video … and then an airplane started going overhead. And I heard a motor sound over to the right, where there is really no cause for there to be motors.

It was one noise after another, out there. And they all have a certain quality to them. They are low-pitched motor noises. It created a certain reaction in me: A churning of various organs, and also of the heart chakra … a churning, without movement in or out.

It was bringing up, it seems, old woundings that had happened … not just to me, but to others as well. It had to do with, in one case, a past-lifetime violent death that was memorized by the cells in the right side of my face, and in my left shoulder. And a slow playing through of that ancient agony that the cells had felt when they were suddenly surprised with the act of passing from physical form, and probably the pain of the physical attack too.

So, that is one thing that appears to be clearing right now: Violent old memories of incarnations where we passed unexpectedly. This motor noise apparently helps to clear that. It is not just a nuisance. It is actually God doing specific work in the world.

–revised; from Link: “Sunset and Stain of Blood,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 17 November 2013 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7wW ..

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Clearing and Revamping Our Mental-Emotional Images

First Chakra Clearing

I have noticed lately that I have been doing a lot of clearing, and clearing of the lower triangle, especially the first chakra. The results of this clearing … or the symptom of this clearing … are all kinds of very sad, or painful thoughts and emotions, or angry, perhaps, and all kinds of things come up: things that I considered, in the past, I did not even have … But maybe they are from prior lifetimes? Or maybe deeply buried, in this lifetime, from some single incident, sometime … here or there? … are patterns of emotion and thought that I considered to be completely unacceptable.

A Neutral Attitude Towards Brutal Incarnational Memories Helps Soul Clearing

As I clear the lower triangle, especially the first chakra, these patterns come up, and completely horrify me. But the good thing is that they are coming up, because they are leaving; they are clearing. And so, I try to be dispassionate when they come up; I try to feel good about it, you know? In fact, that it is a good thing that is happening; and that Spirit really knows the right thing to do for me; and not get involved in the stories that come up, because there are many stories that the mind attaches to these kind of emotions. just rotely … just out of stream of consciousness, and prior experience.

So, say I remember, from a past lifetime, a time when I had been brutally killed during a war. Right? And I am in the process of releasing that energy stream … that thread of energy … and any other people’s energies that happen to be a similar resonance, and that are attaching to that.

It will bring up memories: Maybe of past lifetimes when that happened; or maybe of movies that I have seen; or maybe of any moment in my current life when I felt that kind of horrible emotion. I can pay attention to the story, or I can just release the energy, you know? … and go on. It seems to me much faster to simply pay attention to the energy and not the story.

–from Link: “Clearing and Revamping Our Mental-Emotional Images,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 August 2013; published on 25 August 2013; transcribed on 23 July 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6En ..

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On Transforming an Incarnational Neck Wound with the Light

 

I feel, actually, a wound on the right side of my neck … like a knife wound. It is a degradation of the level of Light. This is a physical wound that I sustained in a prior incarnation. My cells are holding the memory of this wound. And there are so many layers to the clearing that is going on … this is just one layer that is coming up; one memory.

  • Some call it a Soul fragment that is coming into Awareness.
  • Some call these the lost children of the Soul; very dramatic!
  • It is as if we have stored some memories in a time loop in our etheric net that were just too painful to process at the time.
  • And in this case, it is from a prior lifetime, and it is carried forward in a blueprint of my Soul.
  • Right now it is clearing … That is a good thing. But on the other hand it is a time-consuming process, quite frequently, to go through. So we just have to sit patiently with it. At least, I do.

My plan is for my own being of Light to heal this wounding and this cellular trauma and this memory. Slowly but surely, what was happening just a minute ago, as I was doing this, is that the level of clairaudient clamor went down, things started to settle down in my own emotional body, and the pain started to go away.

So that is my process; just thought you might like to know. Because it may come up with regard to other heavy processes as time goes on. If I find out anything better about it, I will let you know in the future.

–revised; from Link: “Dense Energies Departing Earth,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 October 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7nn ..

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Eternal Now: Trilocation with Past Incarnations, Present Awareness, Future (Higher) (ET) Self

 

I had a few random thoughts about visits from the future self (termed by some folks ‘visits by ETs’) … could the future self be my Higher Self? …

Why not bilocate with my future self, just for fun?

All the incarnations are happening now, right? Not just past incarnations … future incarnations as well?

So if I trilocate these three … past Soul wounding … NOW Awareness … Light body of the future-self, with its electromagnetic field clarity … then what would happen? Might I not feel a sense of completeness, of Eternal Nowness?

Image: Rotated triangle,” by Alain Matthes … http://www.texample.net/media/tikz/examples/PDF/rotated-triangle.pdf ..

–from Link: “Eternal Now: Trilocation with Past Incarnations, Present Awareness, Future (Higher) (ET) Self,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 20 September 2014, revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7n5 ..

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


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Incarnation Theory, from the Perspective of Various Religions

 

Buddhism. According to the Buddhist religion, each new incarnation offers a chance for karmic reparation.

Christianity. For the Christian, the current incarnation determines the entire outcome for the Soul. The future of the Soul lies in the heaven, purgatory or hell of the afterlife.

Hinduism. According to the Hindu religion, the Soul completes many cycles of rebirth into physical form, so that it may learn new things and work through its karma.

Theosophy. For the Theosophist, the current incarnation determines one’s afterlife experience (whether of heaven, or hell, or purgatory, or limbo) prior to the next incarnation, and the next attempt to learn a particular Soul lesson.

Ascension Lore. To the Ascensioneer, all incarnations are happening at once. From the perspective of the higher dimensions … those beyond right and wrong … we can transform every temporal and spatial expression of our Soul … to greater Light. In this greater Light, these expressions approach more closely the great Light of the Soul, which is but one of countless expressions of the Light of God or Source.

–from Link: “Merkaba and Mothership; Soul Groups and the Eternal Soul,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 2 April 2013 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5wF ..

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On Remembering Our Many Incarnations Right After Passing Over

 

I have a feeling that when Souls leave the body, just as they leave the body, they remember … And they say …

Oh, that again! Oh, that experience again! And here I am, in a disincarnate state!

It is that moment of total Awareness of all the past times. [laughs]

–revised; from Link: “Two Dreams and a Vision about Soul Travels,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 21 September 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7zN ..

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House Finch . photos by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 25 November 2018; published on 10 December 2018

Dear Ones,

A house finch …

Image: “House Finch 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 November 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “House Finch 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 November 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “House Finch 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 November 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “House Finch 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 November 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “House Finch 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 November 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “House Finch 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 November 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “House Finch 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 November 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “House Finch 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 November 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “House Finch 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 November 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “House Finch 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 November 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

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I Am of the Stars
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Colorado Countryside . photos by Alice B. Clagett

Imaged on 28 June 2015; published on 26 November 2018
Previously titled: Photos by Alice: Colorado Countryside

  • INTRODUCTION
  • PHOTOS BY ALICE

Dear Ones,

INTRODUCTION

Here are photos of the Colorado countryside taken on 28 June 2015. Some of these photos are featured on these blogs …

Link: “Law of Karma and Lords of Karma 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 28 June 2015; published on 2 July 2015; transcribed on 26 November 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6K9 ..

Link: “Fallen Angels and Satan vis-a-vis Hatchling Humankind,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 28 June 2015; published on 1 July 2015; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6Kn ..

PHOTOS BY ALICE

Image: “Colorado Countryside 1: Colorado Great Blue Heron,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 1: Colorado Great Blue Heron,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 2: Colorado Great Blue Heron,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 2: Colorado Great Blue Heron,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 3: Robin Egg (probably),” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 3: Robin Egg (probably),” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 7,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 7,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 8,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 8,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 9,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 9,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 10,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 10,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 11,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 11,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 12,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 12,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 13,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 13,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 14,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 14,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 15: Blue Damselfly,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 15: Blue Damselfly,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 17: Blue Damselfly,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 17: Blue Damselfly,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 19,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 19,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 20,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 20,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 21,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 21,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 22,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Colorado Countryside 22,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

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I Am of the Stars
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Three Omens . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 9 September 2018; published on 28 September 2018

Dear Ones,

Here is a video with a description of omens I noticed in early September 2018. 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 just saw three omens. You can hear one of them: It is a hawk in the tree next … in the top of a tall pine tree. And a minute ago, it was circling separately from a buzzard, high up in the sky. And just before that, I saw on the ground a beautiful rabbit with a white tail.

The message that I got is that it is time for the rabbit to hide from the hawk and the buzzard … just for a while, till the sky clears.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Demonic Clearing Yesterday, to Do with World War II . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 21 September 2018

  • YESTERDAY AFTERNOON: BINDING DOWN OF THE DEMONIC LIEN-HOLDER OF JAKARTA
  • AUTUMN EQUINOCTIAL TRANSFORMATION OF WORLD WAR II KARMA
  • WELL-WISHER JOURNEYS TO THE HELLWORLDS AND BACK
  • AFFIRMATION TO FREE THE SOULS OF THE DAMNED
  • RAMA AND HANUMAN FIGHTING THE DEMON RAVANA
  • GLUSKAP, HERO OF THE ALGONQUIN, VANQUISHER OF SORCERERS AND OF THOSE WHO FOLLOWED DEMONS
  • INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE: A VISION … LOOKING THROUGH THE EYES OF A RED-TAILED HAWK
  • INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE: CUYAMACA OMEN. A poem by Alice B. Clagett

Image: Miniature from the Hours of Catherine of Cleves, Morgan Library & Museum, , MS M.945, f. 107r, by Master of Catherine of Cleves, circa 1440, from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hellmouth.jpg … public domain

Image: Miniature from the Hours of Catherine of Cleves, Morgan Library & Museum, , MS M.945, f. 107r, by Master of Catherine of Cleves, circa 1440, from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hellmouth.jpg … public domain

Dear Ones,

YESTERDAY AFTERNOON: BINDING DOWN OF THE DEMONIC LIEN-HOLDER OF JAKARTA

Quite a large demon, the lien-holder of the Jakarta City Dome, was bound down yesterday afternoon, through God’s grace. Those who chose to befriend it were likewise bound down. Only God can break those bonds; no other power shall loose them.

Image: Binding Down of a Demon … http://www.prayprayer.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/174305.jpg … DESCRIPTION: Top right, an angel dressed in white, with white wings and a sword, is descending from the sky towards a large golden demon with fangs, horns, and claws that is snarling at the angel. The demon is bottom left. Bottom right, there is a symbol with seven skull-type figures in a circle, with fire in the middle of the circle.

Though, through this spell, some people were bound down, along with the demons, this was less a spell of binding, than a spell of warding. People who befriend demons, do so in order to attack other people. Thus, binding them down prevents them from attacking other people, in the astral realm.

A spell such as this must be cast with a pure heart, a heart devoid of anger and other dark emotions. Otherwise, for sure, they will be the end of the person who attempts the spell. Who knows, maybe something along the lines of what happened to those wicked folks who opened up the Ark of the Covenant in the movie “Raiders of the Lost Ark” …

Video: “Raiders of the Lost Ark (9/10) Movie CLIP – Face Melting Power (1981) HD,” by Movieclips, 5 May 2016 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcR9k8o4I0w ..

That scene was way over my horrible-moments endurance level. I have just this to say about it: Do not watch scary movies. And never address the issue of demons and binding spells unless God wants this to happen. To be on the safe side, I suggest aligning one’s mind and heart and will with the Great Mind, the Great Heart, and the Great Will of God, and then asking Him to do the binding, if (and only if) it is His will.

AUTUMN EQUINOCTIAL TRANSFORMATION OF WORLD WAR II KARMA

I took a look at an airline route map for flights between Los Angeles and Jakarta, over the Pacific Ocean …

Image: Airline route between Los Angeles and Jakarta, over the Pacific Ocean …  https://www.fly4free.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/map-67.png ..

I note that the route grazes Japan.

Then I saw the airline route map for flights between Los Angeles and Jakarta, over Eurasia …

Image: Airline route between Los Angeles and Jakarta, over Eurasia … http://weekendblitz.0g2y9hcyenagyt19l.maxcdn-edge.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/honeymoonmap.jpg ..

I note that the route goes over the United Kingdom, glances past France, then goes through Germany.

I get from this that the now-bound-down lien-holder of Jakarta carried the karma of World War II. Now that the demon (some say, Fallen Angel) is bound down, we may hope for peace on Earth, and harmony amongst the countries of the world.

WELL-WISHER JOURNEYS TO THE HELLWORLDS AND BACK

Already here in Los Angeles … in fact … immediately upon God’s blessing of the binding … I felt a great weight of Darkness lifted from over my head, and I felt the freeing of those who had been acquaintances of those befriending the demon.

Last night and today, these acquaintances have been karooming up and down, visiting those bound down with the demon in the Darkness of the Hellworlds, and then back up, into the Light. From a clairaudient perspective, it is pretty weird for me to hear … Their clair voices descend to a very low register … I hear clair shrieks and groans and growls … and then they bounce back into the Light, and their clair voices return to the normal register.

Image: “San Michele Arcangelo libera le anime del purgatorio,” by Jacopo vignali (1592-1664), photographer: Giovanni Piccirillo (a cura di), La chiesa dei Santi Michele e Gaetano, Becocci Editore, Firenze 2006 … from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jacopo_vignali,_san_michele_arcangelo_libera_le_anime_del_purgatorio.jp … public domain

Image: “San Michele Arcangelo libera le anime del purgatorio,” by Jacopo vignali (1592-1664), photographer: Giovanni Piccirillo (a cura di), La chiesa dei Santi Michele e Gaetano, Becocci Editore, Firenze 2006 … from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jacopo_vignali,_san_michele_arcangelo_libera_le_anime_del_purgatorio.jp … public domain

It reminds me of some years prior, when I went on hunting expeditions, down into the depths of the Hellworlds, attempting to ‘save’ folks I knew. I have this to say about that: God is Great. God will take care of all that. It is up to us to take care of our own selves, to stand in God’s grace, and to follow the path of righteousness, insofar as we may, during this lifetime.

AFFIRMATION TO FREE THE SOULS OF THE DAMNED

For those who know their loved ones are in the Hellworlds, and who cannot loose themselves from this concern … though they know it binds their very Souls to that Dark Realm … I suggest saying this affirmation for those they love …

You are free! Go where you will!

RAMA AND HANUMAN FIGHTING THE DEMON RAVANA

The song “Hanuman Chalisa” is a favorite of mine, and so I have learned the story of Hanuman, the monkey god who, despite daunting odds, rescued a human queen from a demon, on behalf of the king he served. Thus the events of the last 24 hours reminded me of this painting of Rama and Hanuman fighting the demon Ravana …

Image: “Rama and Hanuman Fighting Ravana, an album painting on paper,” c1820. Tanjore or Trichinopoly, Tamil Nadu, India, Around AD 1820 … from https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rama_and_Hanuman_fighting_Ravana,_an_album_painting_on_paper,_c1820.jpg … public domain

Image: “Rama and Hanuman Fighting Ravana, an album painting on paper,” c1820. Tanjore or Trichinopoly, Tamil Nadu, India, Around AD 1820 … from https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rama_and_Hanuman_fighting_Ravana,_an_album_painting_on_paper,_c1820.jpg … public domain

GLUSKAP, HERO OF THE ALGONQUIN, VANQUISHER OF SORCERERS AND OF THOSE WHO FOLLOWED DEMONS

Then, quite by accident, I came across an image of Gluskap, Hero of the Algonquin,  who defeated sorcerers, defeated those who followed demons, and granted many wishes to his people. His totem was the red-tailed hawk …

Image: “Gluskap: Mythical Hero Who Defeated Evil Sorcerers And Demon Followers …  http://www.ancientpages.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/Gluskaphero2.jpg ..

In the Spirit Realm, the events of the last night and day seem to me to echo the Algonquin stories about their folk hero Gluskap, just as the story of Hanuman did.

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INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE: A VISION … LOOKING THROUGH THE EYES OF A RED-TAILED HAWK

The image of Native American hero Gluskap, and his friend the hawk, reminds me of a dream I once had of seeing through the eyes of a red-tailed hawk that was circling high up in the sky, and looking down with lightning sharp vision at a mouse scurrying along a chaparral track in a high mountain meadow below.

In my mind, I link the story of Gluskap and the vision through the hawk’s eyes with two remembered lifetimes as a Native American … one as a boy in the Cuyamaca Mountains, and one as a Hopi brave …

Link: “Two Native American Visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 27 June 2014; revised on 26 December 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-892 .. ccc

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INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE: CUYAMACA OMEN
A poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 1 May 2017; published on 31 December 2018

 

Once I ran
a leaf-strewn path
beside a sometime mountain stream
my family
ground its meal by

Young then, but lithe,
I was
the Silent Runner

It was the black bear
took my life
Still wondering —
What will this brave boy
become?

. . . . .

Later I walked
Those mountain paths
Saw him fly by,
heading downstream

I stopped to nap
under our family’s oak tree,
Woke with a start!
What’s that behind me?

But it was
only a coyote child.

. . . . .

Yesterday
the air was full
of omens

What should I do?
I asked
my Cuyamaca dad

You are, he said,
My cherished one —
Go quick!
May these thy feet
touch not one leaf!

And so I fled
back to the quiet places —

. . . . .

Dad, dad!
Once more I am
the silent runner!

. . . . .

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

The two portions of this blog in blue font were excerpted to … Link: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bCE ..

“Cuyamaca Omen” is also published here … Link: “Cuyamaca Omen,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 1 May 2017; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-l2U ..

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Affirmation of the New: Open That Door! . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 21 July 2018; published on 22 July 2018
Previously titled: Open That Door!

  • INTRODUCTION
    • The July 2018 Eclipse Window We Are Now Experiencing
  • VIDEO 1 BY ALICE: OPEN THAT DOOR!
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Affirmation of the New
  • VIDEO 2 BY ALICE: OPEN THAT DOOR! … RAW FOOTAGE AND HAWK CIRCLING

Dear Ones,

INTRODUCTION

Here is a short video that has had amazing consequences for me, as might be imagined from the portents in the sky documented in the last three photos on the video: An Angel; a Hathor (a Being of Light from Venus); and a Portent of Rain (Abundant New Growth). There is a Summary after the video …

The July 2018 Eclipse Window We Are Now Experiencing

I note there was a partial solar eclipse, visible in parts of Australia, on 13 July 2018, and that there will be a total lunar eclipse (most likely not visible in Los Angeles, because it will be happening on Friday afternoon, 27 July 2018. The closing of this eclipse window ought to be a humdinger, as that day is also the day of the full moon known as the Micro Moon or the Buck Moon.

It could be we will receive many gifts of Incoming Light during that time. For instance, at church today, I found the room to be full of healing energy, more so than in many recent months. I wish you all Angelic blessings, the wisdom of our star kindred, and greatest abundance, during this window of celebration, this door to New Life on New Earth.

VIDEO 1 BY ALICE: OPEN THAT DOOR!

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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Affirmation of the New: Open that Door!
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
21 July 2018

I Am I,
and I am greatly loved.
Open the door now!

Open that door! (3 sets of 3 affirmations)

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Image: “Sky 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sky 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sky 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sky 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sky 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sky 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Oak 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Oak 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Oak 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Oak 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Oak 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Oak 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Cloud Portent 1: Angel,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Cloud Portent 1: Angel,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Cloud Portent 2: Hathor,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Cloud Portent 2: Hathor,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Cloud Portent 3A: Rain, or Abundant New Growth,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Cloud Portent 3A: Rain, or Abundant New Growth,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Another portent of Rain, or Abundant Growth, viewed an hour later, on the way home …

Image: “Cloud Portent 3B: Rain, or Abundant New Growth,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Cloud Portent 3B: Rain, or Abundant New Growth,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

P.S. Here is a video with the raw footage. The only words in it are: Open that door!  (x3)  …

VIDEO 2 BY ALICE: OPEN THAT DOOR! … RAW FOOTAGE AND HAWK CIRCLING

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Image: “Sky 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sky 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

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A Haunting Feeling . a vision by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 2 February 2014; revised and republished on 5 March 2018

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Vision of a Race of Beings, Creatures of Darkness, That Are Leaving Earth

Dear Ones,

Here is a story about a dying race of beings, about comings and going on Earth, and about the majesty and joy of the eternal Now. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

I am at the meditation walking grounds at Holy Spirit Retreat Center, Encino, California, and I am looking at a tree here. I was walking here, near sunset yesterday evening, and I heard the strangest sound coming from the top of this tree … up here … [pans up to the top of the tree] … right up here.

And I saw a bird up there. It looked like a medium-sized hawk, but I do not think it was a hawk, because of the sound of the call that it was making … a very haunting call. I do not know what it was. Maybe a nightjar?

Video: “Nightjar Call,” by wildaboutimages, 22 July 2009, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UOAGUfBFcvM … No, not a nightjar …

It was sitting up in this tree [to the left] … near the top … and it was calling over to a bird in another tree [to the right] … over in the far tree over there … and they were calling back and forth. And I have a story to tell you about that, very quickly …

Vision of a Race of Beings, Creatures of Darkness, That Are Leaving Earth

I was standing there, after walking for some time in the meditation garden, and I heard the most eerie sound coming from that bird. At first I thought it was a squirrel calling. And then I saw it was the strange bird. And then I heard the other bird answering it from the other tree.

Back and forth they were going. And twilight was approaching. I guess I was tired from walking for so long.

And so, I was standing there, and a meditative calm came over me, after walking. And an energy … a really strong energy … came down from the sky and into the Earth … that kind of energy … and a ‘certain knowingness’.

Let’s see if I can think of the words exactly … These birds reminded me of something. And it goes like this …

There is a race of beings; very few humans know any of them. They call to each other, from space to space. But they are not together; they simply speak to each other. 

They are creatures of Darkness. The time has come for these beings … for this race of beings … to disappear. 

Amongst them, there is a great lament; an anguished cry. And at the same time, a ‘what the heck!’ feeling. Who cares? We’ll live on till then! That kind of a feeling.

I found this ‘certain knowingness’ about this race very unsettling. Haunting, even.

I had a feeling like, instead of being just a neutral witness of these comings and goings, it is more like there was a kaleidoscope of change and rebuilding, spilling out of my own deep heart. And becoming everything … everything that is.

It is as if this heart were the center of all that I see. And this kaleidoscope of color, that we sometimes judge to be good or bad, or pity, or shame, or great enjoyment … is just an incredible, ever-changing enjoyment for us.

So, there you go. Talk to you later. Love you lots.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Chaco Canyon Raven . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 3 July 2014; revised
Location: Chaco Canyon National Historical Park, New Mexico

  • VIDEO BY ALICE

Dear Ones,

Gosh was it hot in Chaco Canyon. Here is what a raven had to say about it.

This is a video without words, so there is no Summary …

VIDEO BY ALICE

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

Written and published on 5 June 2014; revised and republished on 28 December 2017

Dear Ones,

With great affection, I think of the new generation of children as Indigo Buntings!

Image: “Indigo Bunting (Passerina cyanea),” by Dan Pancamo, 27 April 2011, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Indigo_Bunting_by_Dan_Pancamo_4.jpg … This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic license.

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I Am of the Stars
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Raven Talk and Sunlight . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 10 February 2015; published on 11 February 2015; republished on 19 November 2017; revised

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Raven Talk Soundtrack,” recorded by Alice B. Clagett
    • Photos by Alice

Dear Ones,

A raven talking on a sunlit day. There are no human words in this video; only raven talk. A Summary follows the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“Raven Talk Soundtrack”
Recorded by Alice B. Clagett
10 February 2015

 

Photos by Alice

Image: “Rainbow Sunlight 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 11 February 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rainbow Sunlight 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 11 February 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rainbow Sunlight 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 11 February 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rainbow Sunlight 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 11 February 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rainbow Sunlight 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 11 February 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rainbow Sunlight 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 11 February 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rainbow Sunlight 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 11 February 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rainbow Sunlight 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 11 February 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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My Designer . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in 1981; published on 9 October 2017; republished on 2 January 2019

  • MY DESIGNER, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem from my early years as a poet …

Image: “Divine Messenger,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Chaparral in Spring,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

MY DESIGNER
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
1981

The light of a thousand thousand suns cannot describe
that home from which I come
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .and to which I go,

from which this worldly house is but
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . one night’s lodging.

He who designed that home fashioned as well
. . . . the call of the sparrow,
. . . . the keen of the hawk,
. . . . the wind on which they ride

. . . . dewdrops, raindrops, rivers and seas

. . . . joy in the morning,
. . . . that sweet pain at the setting of the sun

. . . . rocks, and those which dwell therein,
. . . . amethysts, rubies, emeralds and pearls

. . . . all the green and growing things,
. . . . blood, bones, and the sparkling stream of thought
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .that moves them

And the very Designer who made all these
. . . . has made me so very rich, indeed

That all there was, and all there is,
. . . . and all there ever shall be

Abides right here, beneath my palm
. . . . in the very heart of hearts
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .   . of me.

Image: “Chaparral in Spring,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Divine Messenger,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

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I Am of the Stars
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Camping with the Nature Spirits . Supermoon . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 12 July 2014; revised
Location: Mesa Verde National Park, Montezuma County, Colorado

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • About My Camp Site
    • Stories by Alice: Fear of Camping Outdoors as a Child
    • Stories by Alice: The ‘Phantom’ Dog at Twilight: Another Childhood Story
    • Stories by Alice: Conquering My Fear of Camping Out in Early Adulthood: The Yellowstone Park Vigil, Part 2
    • On My Hope of a Pleasant Camp Out at Mesa Verde
    • On Encounters with Nature Spirits and a Deva That Night

Image: “Midsummer Eve” by Edward Robert Hughes, 1908, in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Robert_Hughes#/media/File:Edward_Robert_Hughes_-_Midsummer_Eve_(1908c).jpg … public domain

Image: “Midsummer Eve” by Edward Robert Hughes, 1908, in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Robert_Hughes#/media/File:Edward_Robert_Hughes_-_Midsummer_Eve_(1908c).jpg … public domain

Dear Ones,

Here is a video about overcoming fear of being in the woods in the dark. I went camping overnight at Mesa Verde National Park; was feeling pretty tenuous about the whole thing …  It worked out fine! That night I encountered some nature spirits and had a talk with a deva as well.  I also had a chance to view the ‘Supermoon’ in the early morning hours!

There is an edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.

I am out here in Mesa Verde National Park, today. It is Friday night, and I have an idea that I might try camping out. I have to say that I have not camped out in a long time. And I have a few trepidations, a few fears about it. Let me show you my setup here: [shows campsite].

About My Camp Site

So I found this shady spot, with a picnic table, and a barbecue, and then I found out that I did not bring my tent along. But fortunately, I did bring along one of those screen tents. And I have a plan, because it is the monsoon season right now. And it rained like all get-out last night. So I have this big tarp down here [under the screen tent], and my idea is, if it rains tonight, I will pull the tarp out from underneath the pins (tent pegs) there, and put it over top of the screen tent there, and then pin it on the other side. That is a makeshift plan for sure, but that is the best I could do right now.

And luckily, this place is just full of nature spirits. And I feel very safe here. And there are families on either side; there is a tent over there [to one side of my site], and then coming around to the other side, there is a beautiful dwarf oak grove, and a nice family on the other side. So I am pretty safe here.

The folks that I follow regarding ascension are saying that one of the most pleasant experiences right now is to be camping out in the relative wilderness. Sometimes people suggest a National Forest, but I am a little too chicken for that. So I am trying a regular campground.

There are bears here, but  hear they are fairly friendly bears. Only, you have to keep all your food and water in the car. And they do not have that Yellowstone trick of ripping open your car here yet, fortunately. So I hear it is probably going to be a pleasant night.

And it is the night of the supermoon too; the first of three this summer; around 5:30 in the morning I should see the supermoon, if I am awake.

Stories by Alice: About Fear of Camping Outdoors as a Child

I thought I would tell you a story about my fears of camping out. It has to do with when I was about … oh, maybe 12 years old. And I had this fear of the forest. And the funny thing is, my family lived right on the edge of a forest, a long, long way from other people.

Stories by Alice: The ‘Phantom’ Dog at Twilight. And one time when I was young, I had seen, next to the pigeon house … which I had to go down and close up at night, so that the hawks and weasels could not get in … I saw a ‘phantom’ dog come out of the forest. It seemed like a German shepherd or maybe a wolf … It was scary to me, for some reason. And ever since then, I had a fear of the forest at night.

When I was 12, I decided to face this fear. And I convinced my little brother, my very younger brother, at that time, to go out and sleep on cots with me in the woods, right near the house at night. Right?

And so, all was fine, We had our blankets and our pillows, and we were within sight of the house. But I had never slept outside before (except in a group camping situation with the Brownies). So, I feel asleep. And he fell asleep.

An undetermined amount of time later I woke up. And I thought I heard a wild animal getting closer and closer, snuffling and carrying on in the dark. I was paralyzed with fear. [laughs] I hate to tell this story, even though it is so many years later: I just lay there, paralyzed, for a long time.

It seemed like the sound was getting louder and louder. Finally, I summoned all my courage, and I opened my eyes, and I looked around me, and I found out that it was my little brother, snoring. [laughs] But I was so terrified that I woke him up … and it was not that easy to wake him up … And I convinced him to go back in the house. And I had to invent an excuse for my mother! So, altogether not that pleasant of an experience.

Stories by Alice: Conquering My Fear of Camping Out in Early Adulthood: The Yellowstone Park Vigil, Part 2

So then, I was still frightened of the woods at night. So then, I waited till I was in my 20s. And at that time, three terrible things happened to me, all at the same time. It was almost as if the world were ending. It was one of those turning points in a person’s life.

And in my young life, I had seen no precedent. So, I lost my job; it was a great job; one of my first. And I lost my prospect of a boyfriend, and that was very important to me at that time, because of the emotional turmoil around my divorce. And I learned that my father had a terminal illness.

And then I went to Yellowstone Park. [laughs] Then I thought: It is time to finally conquer this fear that I have; there i’s no reason to have this terrible fear; right? I do not like having fears; do you?

So that night I camped out in a campground a little like this one, and I remember I had nothing but my sleeping bag on the ground. And I lay awake all night long, waiting for whatever it was to happen. [laughs] And when the morning light came, I was still alive. And all was well.

And so, I am hoping that experience will carry over to tonight, and will protect me. I have called upon the devic realm. And I see the devic spirits, the nature spirits, glittering through the oak leaves here. It is terrific. And so, I hope I have the courage to stay here, because I have heard it is one of the best places to be right now. And I will let you know later whether or not I succeed …

Image: July 2014 Supermoon over Mesa Verde National Park, by Alice B. Clagett, 12 July 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: July 2014 Supermoon over Mesa Verde National Park, by Alice B. Clagett, 12 July 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

So, the night went just great. About an hour into the night, there was a rainstorm. And what do you know … the tarp worked just great as a rain fly. And there were no incidents whatsoever during the night. It was very quiet here. And for the first time in a long time, I had untroubled sleep.

(For the Yellowstone Park Vigil, Part 1, see Link: “Petroglyph Trail … Visions of Mother Earth,” story and visions by Alice B. Clagett, published on 16 July 2014; revised …http://wp.me/p2Rkym-7rZ ..)

On Encounters with Nature Spirits and a Deva That Night

I could see the nature spirits, like little bright lights winking inside of my screen tent. It was great! And they were talking to me; it was really cool. They are so sweet! They are incredible.

And I talked for a while with a deva. You know the devas are not too happy with human beings right now, because of the way we have treated the Earth. And the Earth is their special responsibility. And I really understand their point of view.

As far as Ascension is concerned, the devas have their healing work to do too. And a few prayers for them might be a good idea. So that is what I did last night: I wished them the very best: Perfect healing for all the wonderful work they do, and for their wisdom, their care of Earth, their kindness to all the nature spirits they instruct and guide.

I had a wonderful night, really. When I woke up this morning at 5 am, everything was so quiet! It was terrific. So I will show you just a little bit of the scene. I will sign off. I would just like you to know, Mesa Verde is a really special place. Really special, really blessed. And for people that reach a certain age, according to the Forest Service, it is $10 for a lifetime pass, and then you get half off on your camping, which is cheap in the first place. The people who camp here, and the rangers, are very nice. So! A very successful camping experience.

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

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