Here is a video about my discovery many long years ago of a love letter written just after the Civil War. At the end of the video, after describing the scene where I made the discovery I read the letter. There is a Summary after the video.
Times then were like times now … full of chaos and change, through which we may win our way through faith in the future….
Once upon a time there was a great house in the country. The house was separated from the public road by a narrow stretch of woods sheltering a stream. The dirt road that led from the public road to the house skimmed along the near side of the woods for some distance, as if it were reluctant to offer the public a view; plunged into the woods, and ascended a gentle slope. Te slope, at the top of which the house stood, bore several minor structures: at the bottom, a corn crib; farther up, a tool shed; a barn all of worn wood with broken doors/ at the top and to the side of the house a building recently used as servants’ quarters, formerly a doctor’s office.
The house itself was surrounded by aged maples, elms and oaks. The dirt road ended at the rear of the house, and the lawn in front was overgrown with weeds that left burrs and beggars’ lice on trespassers. The bushes along the sides of the lawn were scarcely recognizable, without their leaves, as cultivated plants gone to wild.
The front door of the house, a massive wood-panelled structure cast to shade by the porch roof, was locked. To the left of the main door was a two-story wing of the house, with a smaller porch and door, unlocked.
Inside this door was a room that [had] served as a kitchen. There was a large fireplace with a tiled heart. Empty shelves lined the walls. A very old refrigerator held a half gallon preserve [jar] half full of large, tough string beans. They were pickled. They smelled foul.
A narrow stairway to the rear of the kitchen led to the servants’ sleeping quarters … two small, low-ceilinged rooms. Rubbish of all sorts covered the floor: Broken chairs and bedsprings, magazines, liquor and soda bottles, old clothing, a child’s doll. The planking and rafters of the roof formed the ceilings of the rooms.
In the left room the brick stack of the kitchen chimney protruded from the wall. The view from the windows gave on the maples in front and the wall of the main house to rear.
A door in the kitchen gave on a large, high-ceilinged room in the main house. Heavy, carved wood molding framed the doorways and the large, shuttered window.
Some of the floor planking had been removed, so that one picked one’s way carefully between black holes of undetermined depth into the room directly opposite. This was an enlarged hallway giving on the main door and sheltering a wide, banistered staircase. Under the staircase was a small closet with a wooden nail across, [and] an old grey coat on a rusty coat hanger.
Planks had been removed from the staircase at random, making it necessary to climb on the skeletal form of the stairs. The second-story landing was dimly lit by another large, shuttered window to the right. Between the window glass and the shutter nestled a family of large, grey bats. There were about twenty, the largest about eight inches long, the smallest babies, three inches long, nestled close to their upside-down mothers. Most were sleeping quietly. A few punctuated their search for lice in their fur with the characteristic, high-pitched squeak. Their wings were translucent grey in the light that filtered through the shutters. At close range, the delicate webbing of veins in the wings was visible.
The two rooms on the second floor, opposite and to the left of the stairway, had no planking on the floor. The floor rafters stood bare over the wood lathe supporting the plaster ceiling of the parlor and hall below.
The third floor, with identical but slightly lower-ceilinged rooms, had almost intact floors. In the room opposite the stairwell, old clothes cluttered the floor. The remains of a bureau stood in one corner. The shutters from one of the two windows had come undone, and the room was well lit.
The clothes in the room were of the last century; there were many faded dresses with floor-length skirts … voluminous folds of material. There was one pair of men’s trousers with black-and-white, striped suspenders. There were rolls of yellowing fancy lace two inches wide, in tended for embroidery of home-sewn dresses.
In the room to the left of the stairs, piles of rubbish were scattered about. The only light came from a small window giving onto the roof of the servants’ quarters. A trap door in the ceiling gave on a completely dark crawl space smelling of cedar. Groping revealed a few rough planks of lumber.
The trash on the floor of the bedroom was different from that in the servants’ quarters. The bottles here were hand-blown glass … Clear glass medicine bottles labeled ‘KELLUM’S sure cure for Indigestion & Dyspepsia’ … Faint blue bottles: ‘JOHN C. BAKER & Co. CITRATE OF MAGNESIA’; ‘HOOD’S SARSAPARILLA’ … Small, clear-glass bottles with grown glass stoppers … Dark green bottles without labels had tiny bubbles fused in the glass that sparkled before the light.\
No clothing in this room. Wooden and cardboard boxes filled with books published in the 18th [19th?] Century. A curious stack of almanacs printed on yellow paper like newspaper. Fashion magazines of the same kind of paper with [sketches] of women in dresses that humped and flared; high hairdos; large, ornate hats.
Scattered about the floor were pages of stationery covered with carefully graceful handwriting. Among the letters was an envelope containing a stiff yellow postcard with a photograph of a man and woman on the front …
Picture of a couple in old-fashioned clothes. The picture is on the front of a postcard. On the back of the postcard was the caption “Hilton & Mitchel Studios, So Carolina Ave, Broadway, Atlantic City, N.J.”
Picture of a couple in old-fashioned clothes. The picture is on the front of a postcard. On the back of the postcard was the caption “Hilton & Mitchel Studios, So Carolina Ave, Broadway, Atlantic City, N.J.”
The woman dressed like the women in the magazines, was seated. The man stood beside here with one elbow on the chair shoulder, foot propped on a stool, so that his bent knee, on which the other hand rested, was raised to a level midway between the woman’s hands, folded in her lap, and her bodice. The man’s hair was clipped short and slicked down. The man’s mouth wavered between a smile and indifference. The woman was smiling, with her head tilted slightly to one side. The angle was accentuated by her broad-brimmed hat, whose white feathers curved into the margin of the picture.
On the back of the postcard was the caption “Hilton & Mitchel Studios, So Carolina Ave, Broadway, Atlantic City, N.J.”
Here is the letter I found on the bedroom floor. I have left the spelling and punctuation as in the original, but I have changed the names of the two people in the letter to protect their identity …
Letter to Violet from Her Betrothed
April 29th 1865
My dear Violet
The long agony is over and the Confederacy is a failure. I am here with Johnston’s Army to be paroled, and expect to leave for Md on the 1st day of May – will travel on horse-back in company with a large number of ex-officers. our route will be through Richmond thence to Gordon’sville & on to the Potomac, will cross it opposite Poolesville in Montgomery County. If I meet with no unforeseen interruption, expect to reach home about the 20th. I will not now attempt a narrative of the painful & eventful scene of the closing days of our struggle. This will serve for many a long talk in “brighter & happier days”
Brad Johnston is here & may accompany me homeward, he has just informed me of a public meeting which was held in Cecil Co. Md to protest against & prevent the return of Marylanders who have taken part in the Rebellion. I hope the sentiments expressed by that meeting have but few advocates in the old State – Now my dear Violet, do write me a long letter giving me all the news & informing me what I may expect from the people of the State or rather those, who I must meet. I am prepared to meet any difficulty in an effort to be with you again, only let me know that the effort meets your approbation. I will return to you with a heart unchanged & a love as ardent & sincere as when we met. Thank God the privation & exposure incident to the life I have led for the last four years, has made but little impression upon my health, time has dealt jently & kindly with me & indeed I am happy in the hope of soon being able to redeem the promise long ago made you. Confiding so entirely in your constancy & affection I am really sure that you will “gladly welcome my return” Th future is full of hope for me, happy indeed will I be, when I can devote my time in contributing to your pleasure and enjoyment, to make you happy will indeed b happiness for me. Now that the Union is restored you can have no hesitation or difficulty in writing to me, as soon as I see home, I will seek you – let me know where you will be. Can I be welcome at your home
Be sure to write me & enclose in envelope sent. I will expect you to do so, please dont’ disappoint me. Remember me to your mother, cousin & all friends.
C. A. Hastings
Perhaps I may not be able to leave here so soon as the 1st in that event I will not reach home as early as the 20th I will write you again from Richmond – Be sure to write me & put it in an envelope directed to me, then enclose it in the envelope I send you – by so doing no one will know that you have written me –
From this I gather the Vatican feels that choosing to use drugs causes us to lose our dignity as a person, our capacity to think and choose as a person. That may be why the Church is against the legalization of drugs, including both soft and hard drugs.
The Church feels the ‘merchants of death’ (which is to say, those who sell drugs) can be circumvented by upholding for those who might otherwise become dependent on drugs the sustaining power of love and the value of life, with the Light of faith to guide us.
These human values can help a person face tribulation, a feeling of aloneness or separation from other people.
Our communities can become involved in drug prevention with family counselling programs to help buttress the cornerstone of family life. Good education and youth groups also help youth to find alternatives to drug use. Our communities can help establish medical and self-help rehab programs as well.
The Vatican also values the role of law enforcement, both local and global, in fighting drug cartels and crime syndicates.
I find myself in alignment with the Vatican’s goals in this regard. I find them to be well thought out and sensible guidelines to life in today’s world.
Written and published on 24 July 2021 Location: San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, California
On the astral plane, I have been hearing for weeks now that many people, including neighbors and acquaintances of mine, feel they are participating in a virtual reality show, in which they can spy on people day and night using wi-fi and radiofrequencies inside homes, and ultrasensitive sound booms, and high resolution spy cameras aimed at people from phone poles and from LAPD helicopters.
There is a pretty out-there astral story about a spy camera system stolen from the United States Army-Navy by cocaine lords who now hold in thrall all Americans, and can divert commercial airplanes, at the flip of a switch, from their more economical fly routes so that they pass over a particular GPS location for spy purposes.
Another version of the astral stories is that spy satellites maintained by the National Reconnaissance Office are spying on the backyards of everyday citizens, and that local police departments are following them about through splicing into the LoJack stolen vehicle recovery system.
If the LoJack theory were true, for instance, that would account for LAPD helicopters showing up on every hike I take in Los Angeles County … go figure the odds! On the other hand (and I favor the latter) it could just as easily be that LAPD helicopters are on high alert for fires that might start in the mountains, and are combing the byways and water towers and electric towers and all other likely spots located in the Santa Monica Mountains to make sure wildfires are quickly contained. Kudos to them on this! They have done an amazing job of rapid containment so far this fire season.
On the other hand, there are stories in the news about directed, pulsed radiofrequency (RF) energy or possibly microwave weapons allegedly being used by drug lords in Cuba to tamper with the brain waves of CIA operatives there. The result apparently varies from minor symptoms such as vertigo and headache to permanent hearing loss and/or brain injuries known as “Havana Syndrome” …
According to the Wikipedia article, “While there is no expert consensus on the cause of the symptoms … a co-author of the JAMA study considered microwave weapons to be ‘a main suspect’ for the phenomenon.”
This jibes with my sighting some years ago in Grants, New Mexico, of what seemed to me to be a huge microwave emitter on a bus, and the mental confusion I experienced that night and again at the 3HO Summer Solstice Celebration in Espanola, New Mexico, which seemed to me at the time to be a target of the operations of what may have been drug lords that financed the assembly and operation of the bus …
Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: Fatal Dungeons and Dragons Game?” by Alice B. Clagett, partially excerpted on 23 April 2020 from blogs filmed on 15 March 2018 and on 20 November 2016; revised on 11 June 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-hHF … Surf to: THE ROCKING BUS WITH THE GIZMOS ON TOP
There was more in the Los Angeles Times about the Havana Syndrome just yesterday …
It seems to me possible the odd telepathic milieu I have been experiencing in my backyard after 3 pm here in the San Fernando Valley in recent days may have to do with too much radiofrequency emissions, wi-fi, and microwave ‘garble’ in the air at those times.
Whether that may be intentional, and used by local drug lords to target members of the community who are ‘just say no to drugs’ … such as I … or simply a heretofore unacknowledged symptom of the electronic burden borne by modern society, I cannot say.
Were the worst to be true, then local from-home marijuana dealers might be supplying homeowners on either side of a ‘just say no to drugs’ mark with a ‘little black box’ that emits RF pulses directed at the mark, say at 3 pm every day. As an inducement, there might be a promise of a discount on their product, or of non-harassment. If that were so … and of course I very much hope it is not so … then it seems likely to me that those who accept and use the ‘little black boxes’ must also be experiencing mental confusion and possible brain injury because of the RF emissions from the boxes on their own property.
Ancillary to targeting of ‘just say no to drugs’ members of our local communities might be a theme of neo-Hindu death cult or black magic practitioners, Jewish Kabbalists who use their psychic talents in an antisocial way, indigenous cults’ voodoo practitioners, or Satanists who may be at war against Hindus who worship along traditional lines, more traditional Jewish faithful, Christians, Sikhs, and Muslims across the globe.
From my own recent research, I note that inexpensive radiofrequency detector devices are readily available online. These can be used to determine whether RF pulses are happening in and around your home.
Then in research on how to incapacitate a vehicular Lo-Jack (in the likelihood drug lords may have hacked into the Lo-Jack databases and might be able to use those data to track and target hits), I found that wire mesh wrapped round a Lo-Jack jams the signal. From that I gather that an intermittent barrier pattern … such as slats in a fence, with openings between the slats, might be one way to confuse and interrupt pulsed radiofrequency signals.
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Looking back, I remember 20 or more years ago, when I became suddenly and apparently permanently EMF sensitive during a series of solar flares. As the phenomenon was a new one, medical science did not know how to deal with it. It seems to me the same phenomenon is happening this month with quite a lot of people. Yet there have been no solar flares; so, I gather, it may just be an Ascension phenomenon that happens to people at a certain stage of their Ascension process.
I note the astral stories about this new experience that apparently is happening to many people are negatively tinged, and winging off in the direction of Conspiracy Theory. That is an arena I tend to skirt round and let be. Consideration of the possibilities of Conspiracy Theory, I feel, only makes me unhappy, and rarely makes a difference in the real world.
Of course, if we really feel there may be a military surveillance spy camera system on the underbellies of commercial airplanes, and if we have a hunch the mafia and the drug cartels are splicing into it and can make life miserable for the ‘Just Say No to Drugs’ crowd (such as myself, for instance), then I feel it would be ok to mention your hunch to your State’s Bureau of Investigation. You could just ask them to check out your hunch; maybe it would be useful to them. Something low key like that.
I have found the Bureaus of Investigation at the State level are more appropriate than the Central Bureau of Investigation as a place to mention hunches that have to do with more than the police precinct in which we live. Police located at our local precincts have responsibility for crime and other community problems within the precinct; at least, that is how I understand it. Then our local precincts liase with contiguous precincts so as to deal with street gangs that rove from precinct to precinct.
Then there are the State level Bureaus of Investigation, such as the California Bureau of Investigation … https://oag.ca.gov/bi .. These are very cool, and more likely to respond to your plea because their scope is less international than that of the Central Bureau of Investigation.
When there are issues of invasion of privacy through electronic or electrical sound or image spy surveillance inside our homes or in our backyards, then there is recourse through the privacy guarantees of the United States Constitution if we can prove this is happening. If you have proof, you can talk with your local police department about your concerns, and they may advise you how to go about rectifying the situation. For instance, if you want to check on electronic snooping inside your home, pretty good combination GPS and radiofrequency (RF) detectors can be had for not much cash outlay.
Setting third dimensional Conspiracy Theory notions to one side (which I feel is a pretty good idea), then for people who are just now experiencing EMF sensitivity and who are becoming more and more clairvoyant, clairaudient, and clairsentient because of the Ascension process: Each of us still must deal with negatively tinged emotions regarding the circulating astral stories.
Thrown into the mix are negative emotions due to COVID stress; here in California this is the more true because of the recent increase in hospitalizations and the reinstitution of indoor face mask restrictions.
Nevertheless, there are things we can do to limit the fallout from EMF sensitivity. I note time of day is a factor; typically push comes to shove in this regard after lunch, often after 3 pm, and continues on till people stop watching TV in the evening. Why that is, I am not certain, as I do not subscribe to TV. Possibly it might have to do with negative emotional affect brought up through the themes of the TV programs? Then again, maybe it has to do with after-work or after-school activities, such as pot smoking or alcohol consumption? These are pure guesswork on my part.
Whatever the cause, there has been a mid-afternoon to late evening issue of negatively tinged community noosphere of late. What to do?
Sometimes I take a walk down the block. That seems to jar my ‘mini-noosphere’ (my brain, my mind, my thought forms, and the emotions associated with my thought forms, all of which run on the ‘gas’ of my human electromagnetic field) loose from the uber-noosphere of my neighborhood, which runs on the ‘gas’ of the collective electromagnetic fields of everyone on my block. A moving target … in my case, a walking target … is harder to hit, I feel.
It is harder for a person walking outdoors to be affected by artificial EMF fields as well, I feel …
With luck, one may find a walking route on quiet residential streets, with few cars whizzing by.
There may be only the usual telephone poles nearby; one may choose to avoid high electric towers on a walk.
If surveillance cameras are trained out of the windows in people’s homes because of Neighborhood Watch programs, then the people looking at the camera screens inside their homes may take little interest in us, if we move along smartly and do not loiter by their house.
We may choose not to bring our cell phone or handheld or Bluetooth or any other wireless device along with us, as those people who are ascending may begin to sense that these devices create instability in their personal energy field (in their ‘aura’).
I myself find that any artificial EMF field creates instability in my personal energy field. Thus for me, one possibility is to limit wi-fi reception in my home. Insofar as possible, I turn off and unplug wi-fi-enabled devices after charging them, for instance. I strive to eliminate wi-fi at home. I want to make sure there is none in my bedroom, or in my meditation room.
There are also issues with electric lines and electric wires within homes. For myself, I find it is a good idea to unplug electric devices when they are not in use. This also helps prevent home fires, as my mom always used to say. It is better, I have read, not to sleep in winter with an electric blanket, as the wires in the blanket might disturb the stability of our personal energy field.
My overall suggestion is to find creative, low-cost ways to circumvent the negatively tinged astral stories that have been coming up in the afternoons of late. Walking is just one way. Yoga or stretching exercises in a room that is de-wi-fied and de-electrified to whatever extent may be possible is another way. Then there is taking a cat nap in a de-wi-fied and de-electrified room. My readers will doubtless think of many other ways to circumvent the recent afternoon astral to-dos.
In years past, when the phenomena of EMF sensitivity and artificial EMF field impingement were new to me, and I was struggling to figure out just what was going on, I wrote quite a few blogs on the topic. If you would like to look more thoroughly into these issues, here are my relevant blog categories …
I am in high hopes there may soon be coronal mass ejections that spiff up the noosphere of Earth, and which may also spiff up our personal ‘mini-noospheres’, making our minds and those of all around us more orderly, more logical, and less tempted to tempestuous emotions. Till then, best wishes to all in weathering the short-lived, ‘popcorn’ convection, single-cell afternoon astral thunderstorms oft we telepaths have been encountering of late.
I find the movie interesting because the recurring images experienced by the male protagonist seem like what I term ‘image words’ from the gut brain (the subconscious mind’s vocabulary). It is good how the ending shows that a family can stand together and shelter in faith in each other, and love of each other, even if the subconscious mind is creating what the Ascensioneers call ‘vivid waking dreams’, in the case of the movie, more like vivid waking nightmares.
The movie also shows how one person’s fearful ‘mental filter’ (that of the husband in the movie) can influence another person (in this case the wife) to take on the same ‘mental filter’.
As a phenomenon, the tendency of the human mind to broadcast mental filters can be either good or bad. The difference has to do with the tenor of the emotional portion of the images that are broadcast. Is the emotion negative or positive? That is the key to the effect that broadcasting of one’s own mental filters has on other people.
For instance, in the movie ‘Take Shelter’ one of the visually striking images that recur in the mind of the male protagonist is a ‘murmuration’ of birds, perhaps starlings or sparrows. This is an aerial phenomenon rather like the simultaneous turning and wheeling motion of schools of fish in the water …
In the movie ‘Take Shelter’, the male protagonist feels a recurring anxious feeling, a feeling of foreboding. It is, I feel, because of the negative tenor of his emotion that he takes his recurring image of a murmuration of dark-colored birds to be an omen of impending apocalypse.
Yet many people see a murmuration of birds, and feel joy or wonderment when they see it. Such is the case with the young women in this video …
It is clear, then, that it is the feeling that accompanies visualization of an image that causes its perception as a good image or a bad image.
When a person has recurring images popping up from the subconscious mind, and when these images are accompanied by a strongly negative emotion … one that is hard to deal with without ‘acting out’ … then psychologists might term that condition Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (as with COVID stress). Or they might term it ‘generalized anxiety’; or if the emotions get out of hand, they might term it ‘panic attack’. There is also the psychological term ‘paranoid schizophrenia’, which I gather might be a label for recurring ‘panic attacks’ as in the movie.
Broadcasting of mental filters has a good effect in cases where a person’s mental filters allow him to send forth uplifting images from the subconscious mind. In these instances, families or groups such as social circles and church congregations can stand together with courage against adversity.
Broadcasting of mental filters has a bad effect in cases such as that in the movie, where the protagonist’s fearful mental images cause his wife to become fearful, and cause his Ohio small town community to turn against him and label him mentally imbalanced. Broadcasting of negatively aspected mental filters can, I feel, cause what is termed ‘folie à deux’, ‘folie à famille’, ‘folie à coterie’ (that is, a delusion shared by two people, by a family, or by a small group); or in the case of crowds of people, ‘mass hysteria’. The latter may take place across a town, or across a nation, or even … due to the near-instantaneous nature of global communication … worldwide, as is the case with COVID fears.
Please do not misunderstand: It is not that we ought not take proper precautions regarding COVID; it is just that negatively aspected images to do with COVID can cause inappropriate actions … or no action at all, when action is in fact needed so as to preserve life. For instance, it may well be that COVID vaccines are a ‘hard sell’ worldwide because people are experiencing ‘fawn’, ‘freeze’, or ‘flop’ types of threat responses after taking in too much in the way of online images that cause them to feel the emotion of fear regarding COVID.
In cases where a person is affected by other people’s broadcasting of negatively aspected mental filters (such as with the relentless COVID newscasts last year), the person must learn to view negatively aspected mental images with a neutral mind, as does the male protagonist in the movie ‘Take Shelter’. Through cutting down on visual intake of negative images … for instance, by limiting one’s viewing of negative images online … anxiety about the future can be dealt with nonreactively. Or one may simply stand strong and still, while the image is visualized, until the negative feeling ebbs away.
That means to me that the true ‘shelter’ for one’s mind is a strong, still, neutral stance of mind despite the ups and downs of daily life.
There are some people in Los Angeles … both men and women, but often men … whose energy is aligned with that of the Demonic Realm. I have spoken with LAPD about it, and they say these people are very different from me; that the thing to do is just steer clear of them.
I agree with LAPD completely, and I hope my readers can steer clear as well. I also read up on demons and found out this: Demons are invisible, but a person can tell from a feeling of dread if they are nearby.
In my heart I feel the energies of the Demonic Realm to be aligned with distortions of the Light found in some sectors of the entertainment industry and in some products of the recreational drug industry today. Often people feel the ‘glam’ of the entertainment industry, and the ‘allure’ of using hard drugs, and that attracts them to people whose energy fields resonate with the Demonic Realm.
I have found when I ask friends and acquaintances to steer clear of this person and that, instead there is a chance they will go and make their acquaintance, so as to determine the truth of the matter for themselves. I feel it might be the attraction of being around power and status, around good looks, and around fame and fortune … that motivates my acquaintances to this catastrophic choice.
The trouble is that demons such as the evil, red being depicted as Kau’T are capable of completely mind controlling us puny human beings, unless we can call upon the Angelic Realm to protect us against them. Without even knowing what is going on, we can get sucked into a downward spiraling vortex of Soul degradation.
I hope my reader will exercise right discrimination, and know that everything depends on keeping good company, and avoiding bad companions who set a poor example for us in this lifetime. They say that one rotten apple spoils a whole barrel of apples. That is really true. If a group of good people have amongst them one person with a demon for a companion, the group is pretty much sunk. Setting aside compassion for that one lost person, we must feel compassion for ourselves and for our un-rotten friends, and keep them safe from demonic mildew. We have to ask that demon-oriented person to keep away from us.
What I have found in past, when I publish a blog or a facebook message such as this one, is that these men and women in Los Angeles whose energy resonates with that of Kau’T attack me mercilessly on the psychic plane for days, until I must unpublish the blog or message in order to find a moment’s respite from their psychic attacks.
I have thought this through. I think the reason they attack me is that they think they are at war with good people. They must feel that the Dark is fighting the Light, and that they are just doing their job, fighting Christians.
That is a misconception borne of hubris. By that I mean that they feel, arrogantly, that they can fight against the goodness of God, who created them, and win against Him. How could that possibly be?
From God they come; through Him their physical bodies are created. To God they shall inevitably return, when their bodies die. It is God who creates and destroys; God who sustains the Universe. What possible use is a demon? Surely they are not our friends. They cannot lift us up from the dead, can they? It is they who kill, not they who heal our bodies. It is they who cast us into the pit of despair; not they who lift us up to hope for a good tomorrow.
I feel there is a great deception going on with these people in Los Angeles who are aligned with the Demonic Realm. I feel very clearly that they are being mind controlled by appallingly cruel beings such as Kau’T into the misconception that they themselves are these demons. They feel: I am Kau’T.
How can that be? This demon is far stronger than they. The more they serve him, the more repulsive they become to other human beings. How can they hope to find a willing woman to have sex with them, when all they want to do is cage a woman up and torture her to death? Go figure!
That is why it is clear to me that a very cruel demon has caught them and will not let them go. If their heads were clear, they would surely know they are headed straight for disaster. They are not the all-controlling demon. The demon completely controls them.
I ask these men (and sometimes also women) in Los Angeles to understand this blog is not a challenge. This is not a war cry. I do not want to fight you. I do not find you glamorous or sexually attractive.
I just want to warn good Christians to steer clear of you. I want them to understand the danger of bad company, and to know the fake ‘glam’ of being around power and fame and good looks.
We Christians and Lightworkers, and good people of all the major religions need to steer clear of men and women who are deeply infected with the Dark. That is my message for today.
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Written and published on 4 September 2018; revised and republished on 4 July 2021
What has been coming up in the dream world for clearing, for quite some time now, is this dream: There are a group of people, one woman, several men, and a young child, who engage in a sexual rite, a ‘Masked Sexual Mummery’, on the full moon each month.
Everyone wears Devil outfits, even the young child, whose role is to tantalize and also shake down for blackmail, if that child trafficking line is crossed by the adult members of the troupe. In the dream, one person gets to play the head Devil, and wears a pretty bodaciously evil costume.
Why the masks and costumes? Could be the people in the dream just liked to wear these clothes while having sex … Maybe they find it titivating. Too, when people wear masks while having sex, there is less of a possibility of blackmail through surreptitious movie-making.
Let’s say there is one person who sometimes acts in this performance, a person who loves to feel his heart energy while having sex. He is a very important person, a person of power who, in daily life, has to deal with the low life of the world. He encounters all kinds of really bad people. But he himself has the highest ideals. How then may he hold this disparity?
Masked sexual mummery is one way to resolve the issue: He can feel his heart, while transforming the energy of all those of evil inclinations he encounters in daily life, by assuming the garb … taking on the role … pretending to be really evil.
It might be his way of doing what we Lightworkers call Transformation through the Light; and what Christians call the Sacrament of Communion … a way to uplift the Profane through the sacred energy of the human heart. That might be the conscious intent behind the Masked Sexual Mummery, whether it be something acted out in the third dimension (3D), or whether it be simply a recurring sexual fantasy.
Through the dream world, though, I am getting that there may be unintended consequences of such an act. These have to do with the subconscious mind.
Orgasm is one of the most powerful means of upliftment for humankind; contrarily, it can be a powerful tool for the degradation of humankind. Masks have a very powerful impact on the subconscious mind. It could be the person who has this daydream, or else the people involved in the 3D Mummery … as the case may be … And the full moon is the most powerful time of month for transformation, whether for good or for ill.
It could be that the act of orgasm … while wearing a mask symbolizing evil … imprints upon the subconscious mind, month after month, the conviction that the act of sex is evil, and that the person wearing the mask is the personage portrayed by the mask. The subconscious mind of the masked person may begin to feel that it is the Devil, or that it is in league with the Devil, or that it has made a deal with the Devil, or has sold its Soul to the Devil. Like that.
Subconscious minds … being, as they are, the part of the Iceberg of the Human Mind touching the wavelets of the polar seas I term the Unconscious Thought Cloud of the World … are all connected. What is beneath one man’s ‘belt’ is beneath my belt as well, and beneath yours, and beneath the belt of every human being on Earth.
Once a man’s subconscious mind becomes convinced it is in league with the Devil, before long, the subconscious mind of everyone on Earth will be as convinced of this fantasy as he is.
He being a powerful man, his colleagues will begin to feel that he is a pretty scary guy; maybe even the Devil himself. Then, deep in their subconscious minds, they will need to make a choice: Will I live in fear, or will I turn to courage and strength of heart?
The subconscious mind does not work in a logical way. It works through symbols, images and metaphor. It attributes a particular emotion to a particular symbol or image … not a thought, but generally speaking, a strong emotion.
Thus when the subconscious minds of the associates of this person visualize him, they ‘see’ the Devil, and they feel fear. Their Soul says: Fear not! This fear that I have is simply a fiction of my subconscious mind.
So then the subconscious mind says, in that peculiar, short-cut kind of way that is typical of its operation: There is no Devil! If challenged about it, the subconscious mind will say, defensively: Everyone on Earth agrees with me about this.
This is not entirely true. That courage is a better emotion than fear is unarguable. That their associate … who monthly assumes the aspect of Satan … is not the Devil himself, is also unarguable. That they need not fear the Devil is a given. That the act of sex is a sacred act, through which we may find communion with God, is a Truth I hold to be self-evident; a Truth even greater than the great truths of which Thomas Jefferson (1) once spoke.
Our right to uplift the world through joyful orgasm is the unalienable right of every human being on Earth. This is the fundament of the human being, the great transforming act that which enlivens us, and sets us free, and makes us happy.
If joyful orgasm may bring us to the very feet of God, then what may Satan be? Can we even propose that a being such as Satan exists?
Yes, I feel, Satan does exist. He prowls the waves of the Unconscious Thought Cloud of the World in the form of a man who wears the mask of a Devil while performing this, God’s most sacred act of Sexual Communion.
Satan is that which calls the act of sex Evil. Satan is that which feels the act of sex to be Profane. Satan is that which must wear a mask before the very throne of God.
Let us remove the masks, and meet God face to face, whether it be in this once monthly act of bliss, in peaceful contemplation, in worship, in celebration of our working life, in communion with the family of man, or in nightly Surrender to the Divine.
Let us set Satan aside, and find God each moment, in the air that enters our lungs, vivifying this human form. Let us find Him in the outreached hand clasping the hand of those we encounter on life’s path; in the eyes of the children that trust in us, and in the words of those like Thomas Jefferson, who know with certain surety that Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness are God’s gifts to each of us.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
(1) From the Declaration of Independence, written by Thomas Jefferson, and enacted by Congress on 4 July 1776 …
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
‘Heart Vampire’ is said to have caused the members of his group to levitate, and also to have levitated himself. According to the astral lore, he thinks of himself as a cannibalistic reptoid from someplace other than Earth. I am ‘right on’ reminded of this image of the demon Kau’T levitating a human woman. All the more reason, I feel, not to be conceited about levitating, should one be so unfortunate as to do so.
I saw an online image recently of a very gnarly-looking bipedal demon, with a snarl on its face, standing facing forward. In front of the demon was a beautiful woman, in a sort of a trance. The demon had sunk the claws of its left hand into the left shoulder of the woman, and had lifted her off the ground.
I have my own story to tell about the demon I saw in the image, as it seems to me this demon might be kin to one that swooped in and overlit “Heart Vampire,” who was the national leader of a meditation group I attended for a few years. The events I am about to describe happened in the year 2013 or so. I admit I have delayed in telling this tale, as my life in general is just not like this. I could barely believe what happened back then, and it seems to me but a dream today. Nevertheless, from time to time I remember; it could be the memory will dissipate in the telling of the events that transpired on that fateful weekend.
These events took place in a span of three days, over a weekend. I recall I went to a meditation led by that teacher on the East Coast in October 2013. Many dark and sinister psychic phenomena occurred within a few days of each other. There were omens and forebodings and very bad dreams. My psychic ears were ‘pricked up’ and I was on the lookout 24-7 for trouble on both the psychic plane and the physical plane.
I was staying at a staid motel on the East Coast, where I had stayed before. It was a colonial sort of place … genteel, laid-back, and just a little gone to seed, but well kept up for all that. There was a fringe of forest out back; a creek meandered through it. Not a lot of traffic on the country roads that intersected there; in short, it was a quiet and well-appointed retreat.
The first thing that happened was this: I saw in the hallway just beside the door to my room a young Chinese woman standing. That struck me as odd; thinking back, I could not remember one guest at that motel, in the last few years, who had been other than Causasian. This woman seemed to me like a University student; she had that well-bred, educated look. She was in her 20s, I guessed. Somehow, through some crook of the imagination, I sensed an aura of secrecy, something like secret agent, or CIA, or special operative. This hunch was mystifying, and it set me on edge. So when I left the room for the day’s adventures, I set a doorknob alarm on the inside knob of my motel room door.
That first day I visited a member of the meditation group at a home about an hour away. She was the woman I later nicknamed “Torturess,” a member from the Wild West portion of the group who had been visiting the East Coast for a month or so …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Torturess’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 4 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lR9 ..
Her husband was ‘Hunter-Snuffer’ …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Hunter-Snuffer’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 5 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lSo ..
At the time of my visit I had not an inkling of what was hidden within their subconscious minds; rather, what I felt was a vague uneasiness. Something was just not right, I felt. But what was that? What was going on?
‘Torturess’ was staying with an infant she said was her grandchild in a house on a quiet side street. The house had half a plywood sheet nailed over the entryway to the basement; she said her daughter and son-in-law were renovating that area.
The baby was asleep in a bassinet or crib in the living room. It was a chubby, pleasant-faced child; its face reminded me just a little of the Buddha, very serene. On the mantel over the fireplace across from the bassinet was a very evil looking Satan mask, maybe left over from Halloween. When I saw the mask, I felt a chill, and saw a vision of an invisible Satan’s mask drawn in ‘Dark Light’ upon the bedroom door of ‘Torturess’ at her house in the Wild West. I recalled that was a doorway I had never entered, and wondered what secrets were behind the door. And what secrets were in store for this infant that lay there so peacefully?
What with traffic and travelling a route unknown to me, whose roads were, to say the least, illogically laid out and poorly signed, I arrived late, and could visit for only an hour. We walked with the baby in a stroller a block or so, along the tree-lined, narrow street in front of the house. Then I left, hoping to get to the evening meditation on time.
The meditation that evening was being held at the house of the East Coast meditation leader, a woman I nicknamed “Three House Hostess.” I may have gotten some of the things described below mixed up with a prior meditation weekend at that house; at this distance in time it is hard to ascertain. At any rate, this is how I remember that night in October 2013 …
There were the usual East Coast meditators there, and also the woman I nicknamed ‘Alluring Calm’, who was my meditation leader from the West Coast, in addition to ‘Heart Vampire’ …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Heart Vampire’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 14 February 2021; revised… https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lzW ..
… and his wife ‘inanna’ (as I nicknamed her) from the Wild West …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Inanna’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 5 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lTa ..
Another of the East Coast meditation leaders … a very pretty woman I have not nicknamed … brought with her a man about her age, whom I had not seen before. I took him to be her boyfriend.
It was not possible to determine much about the people in the meditation group, as there was a rule of silence before and after the meditations. Aside from the teacher, no one could talk during the meditations unless they raised their hand and the meditation teacher nodded his head in their direction and assented. In almost every instance, input by students was short and sweet. Interspersed with the meditation were long talks by the teacher.
And so, I never got to know any of the people in the group in the usual, chit chat and small talk way. Other than that they were meditators, I knew nothing about them. I was left to surmise and psy to ‘fill in the gaps’, except a little bit with two of his students, a couple I nicknamed ‘Torturess’ and ‘Hunter-Snuffer’; those two invited me over in a polite, social way a few times. From their small talk then I got to know them a little; though small talk, I feel, is but the polite social veneer, not the ‘real McCoy’ of true friendship. Do you not feel that to be so? It was from that small talk that I began to become aware of deep and very unsettling undercurrents in the meditation group. I recall I could not put my finger on it; I began to get a very uneasy feeling. Something just did not fit right … something did not suit. It seemed things might be, in effect, just the opposite of what they appeared to be.
To get back to the October 2013 meditation: There was a man that ‘Heart Vampire’ introduced as his son at the meditation. This man looked a little like he felt out of place, as if he were not used to meditation. Nevertheless, he sat quietly throughout.
There were also several … maybe two … strange men dressed, I think, in suits. On the mighty slim evidence of the clothes they wore and their facial expressions, I took them to be IRS agents or secret service agents. That was just how the energy struck me that weekend … the energy seemed conspiratory. What with these strange, suited men and the young Chinese woman in my motel hallway, conspiracy theory seemed to be ‘in the air’.
I recall after the meditation that evening, as everyone exited to the back yard, one of the suited men hit on the prettiest young woman who had been at the meditation. Judging from the uneventful endings of other meditations I had attended, this seemed to me to be an outstanding faux pas. Such behavior had never occurred priorly. I recall she demurred. Nevertheless I was put in mind of those Agent 007 movies I had seen, and this increased the air of mystery. What was up? Had this been an attempt to pump the young woman for information?
The meditation was held in a basement room of the home of ‘Three House Hostess’. It was a smallish room, jam-packed with chairs. There was a place for the teacher to sit on one side of the room. Then there were three rows of chairs facing the teacher’s seat, and other chairs all around.
The teacher came down the stairs from the ground floor. It looked like he was somehow blinded, and feeling his way along the wall, till he got to his chair. Then he looked (although it seemed sightlessly … maybe with his astral vision) around the room. He said to one person or the other: Please move and sit over here or there. He told me to sit over toward a side wall, nearer to “Alluring Calm,” as I recall, and farther from him. That was par for the course, as I intuitively knew he did not like me; maybe that he was a little afraid of me; that he did not want me to be too close to him. He would nearly never call on me in class if I raised my hand. Nor would he approve the songs I composed, in most cases. Nor would he respond to an email, though once I got him on the phone for a moment.
That, I recall very vividly, was a time when I was about to board an airplane out of Los Angeles, heading for the Wild West, and about 20 howling demons seemed to be in hot pursuit of me. I called in the Los Angeles Airport to ask what to do about the demons. I was surprised to get him on the phone. I recall he was very relaxed about it; I forget what he replied.
I remember these pretty pesky demons followed me onto the plane. After the plane took off, there I was, trapped with them. They could get out of the plane, but seemed disinclined to do so. I had to say in my seat. I recall they diverted themselves by zooming through my torso and head. At length I devised my physical form was unharmed, and determined to ignore those antics. That proved quite the right strategy.
As I recall, that had been the only time I got that teacher on the phone. Then from what transpired in October 2013, I gathered that phone call had been misguided … the result of my misconception of who and what ‘Heart Vampire’ really was about in this world. Or so it seemed to me.
To get back to the October 2013 meditation, I am going to telescope the events that occurred during three days of meditation into one telling. As you may have guessed, this is because I am at such a distance from the event now … in July 2021 … that I cannot tell the first day’s meditation from the others. What follows, then are highlights from the meditations that took place that weekend.
You may recall there was a pretty woman who brought her boyfriend, a stranger, to the meditation. She had on, as I recall, a short skirt, and she looked quite attractive that night. ‘Heart Vampire’ bade her sit on the floor in front of him. He was sitting on a chair facing her, so it must have seemed to her, as she sat on the floor, that he was looming or towering over her. He bade her spread her legs wide, and sing a love song to him. That she did, in a beautiful voice of longing for her beloved.
To be frank, I felt this to be out of place in a meditation room. I felt it was ill-mannered, and surely a slight to her boyfriend. I felt it might have been a display of one-upmanship, perhaps born of masculine insecurity or pique on the part of the teacher, and a strident display of the mind control ability he seemed to be exerting on everyone in the room, with the exception of ‘Alluring Calm’ and me.
What made us different, I wondered? Why were we able to resist his overwhelming psychic powers? Was it faith that made us different? Was faith in God such a powerful weapon against the Dark? As time wore on, I began to feel this must be so.
During the meditation that evening an extraordinary event occurred. The long-time meditators were in a deep meditative state. As usual, I had my telepathic ‘ears’ pricked, and listening for whatever astral intel might occur. I heard ‘Heart Vampire’, on the telepathic plane, summon a swarm of demons. I heard his psychic rebuke, sharply uttered and aimed my way: For your arrogance!
Then, with a flash and a flurry, ‘Heart Vampire’ thrust no less than thirteen demons into my energy field. What a shock! Why would he do such a thing? I was no less stunned to see him waft three demons into the aura of ‘Alluring Calm’, my Los Angeles meditation teacher. Then into the energy field of a pretty blonde woman sitting just in front of him he sent the one remaining demon. There we were, we three women, beset by demons; and I by far not the least of the three accursed by the man I had thought to be our national meditation teacher. Go figure!
Worse was yet to come. With a flurry of their black wings, the thirteen bad luck demons within my energy field rose fluttered upward towards the ceiling of the room. To my great consternation, I felt my body become lighter, and begin to rise from the seat of the chair. I was beginning to levitate!
This would never do. With all the strength of my will power I said: I will go back down to Earth and stay there! This levitation thing is not for me! Slowly but surely I became heavier and heavier, till I was my usual weight. And that weight settled with accustomed firmness back onto my chair. What a relief!
For those of you upon whom may be visited this concern not to levitate, I later wrote this chant to increase the power of gravity in our energy fields. It works much better than what I originally came up with, and gives me a light and happy feeling when I chant it. The chant is: Mother Earth loves me …
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 ..
After the meditation I returned to my motel room. When I got there, I noticed the doorknob alarm on my motel room door was broken, and got the feeling the room had been looked through. That set me on edge.
That night, I connected on the astral plane with a man who was a psychic working for the military, who was wearing an Army-Navy-issued headgear that piped in sounds of rape and murder at night; this induced a vision of six to eight military men in a clearing, wearing civilian clothes or maybe camouflage gear for hunting. They were sitting in a circle, taking turns torturing a young woman lying in the middle of the circle. In a further elaboration of this vision, they killed the woman. Then one of them went to a small outhouse nearby and shot her two young children huddled there.
As if that were not enough by way of nightmares, I then had another vision, of several people meeting … I could not tell who they were. These people were meeting to decide whether to assume a franchise on psilocybin, via a Mexican cartel. One man asked how risky it might be, and seemed reassured by the answer. Who were these people? Was not psilocybin a hallucinogenic drug? Could it be that I had been drugged during the day without my knowledge? Could that account for these awful nightmares?
That Saturday morning, I recall I woke up pretty rattled. I went over to the home of ‘Three House Hostess’, looking for ‘Heart Vampire’ … whom at that time I had inaccurately pegged to be a ‘good guy’. Little did I know.
‘Heart Vampire’ was not there, or was not available, but ‘Three House Hostess’ greeted me kindly. I explained I was feeling off balance. I recall she said: How can things have come to this? (or words to that effect). She gave me a picture of the Virgin Mary, and a rosary blessed by a saint, and a plastic statue of the Virgin Mary. These reassured me, and reminded me of my Christian faith, and helped me return to my normal state of mind.
Well to get on with it, the weekend meditation ended, and I made it safely out of there, and signed out of the motel, and drove back to the airport. And then on the return flight some more weird things happened … enough so to make me wonder why I even bother to travel by plane. I felt I must be getting jet lag, or altitude discombobulation … something like that. Why not take the train henceforth? I still feel this might be a nice way to travel.
I got on the plane, and was belted into my seat. As we became airborne, I began to have a conspiracy theory notion that the not-so-tall, redhaired man in the seat beside me and the taller man just across the aisle, and the perky stewardess walking down the aisle were hoping to mind control me and find out this or that. I had no idea what, as all this seemed pretty far-fetched. Well, I thought, a la Dale Carnegie …
Citation: “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living,” a book by Dale Carnegie, October 1998, Simon and Schuster.
… What is the worst that can happen? Could be the stewardess’ drinking water might have a truth drug in it, but then I had brought along my own water to drink. So that was not a worry. Might be I would nap while in flight, and my brain might be picked by the redhaired man, but then, what secrets were in it, anyway, that were worth stealing? None that I could think of. Maybe the redhaired man could induce a psychic heart attack as I slept? That was a concern, but no prior such attempts undertaken on the astral plane had succeeded; likely they would not succeed that day as well. And with that, I settled in for a nap.
Why have I delayed so long in describing the events of that weekend? To be truthful, they just do not fit my world view. I guess when children are born to a Christian family, and raised up in a Christian faith, their outlook on life is basically optimistic. The emphasis of their lives is on God’s guidance of our lives, on Christ consciousness, on the loving heart of Mother Mary, and on the uplifting power of grace conveyed through the Holy Spirit, which is sometimes termed the Paraclete.
It seems to me that grief over a mother’s death can temporarily weaken our faith, leading to attempted inroads by those beings the Christian faith terms demons. When I saw the image of Kau’T (see above) yesterday, I all of a sudden realized that it represented very starkly the energy behind ‘Heart Vampire’, the man I had thought back then was a meditation teacher. I realized he must have been ‘overlit’ by a non-Christed star being, perhaps a Reptilian Star Being. Perhaps, I gleaned, ‘Heart Vampire’ was a ‘reptoid’, a reptilian-human hybrid. That might have accounted for his penchant for mind controlling his followers, for his gustatory leaning toward cannibalism, his daydreams of emasculating men, for the visions I had of demons during that time, and so on. In point of fact, I had been completely mistaken about him.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
See also … Link: “Hobnobbing with Demons and Devils – Oh, My!” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 23 October 2013; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7ix ..