This blog describes how to safely escape from sadists on the astral plane and on the physical plane.
As a Lightworker, I have noticed strands of misqualified energy that I would label ‘sadistic’ floating round the noosphere. These may have to do with the many lizards in my yard. In fact, there is a new crop of cute little fence lizards in the front and back yard every year. Right now there is a lizard ‘baby boom’ happening in my yard.
Lizards are big on one-upmanship, ‘power over’, and bullying, and these types of misqualified energy overlap with thought forms tinged with sadistic and masochistic emotion.
There is also television and internet movie programming, which more often than not incubates one-upmanship, desire for power over, bullying, sadism, and masochism in the gut brains of viewers. I feel these misqualified energies affect children who view the programs much more deeply than they affect adult audiences.
And so, during times of heavy television and internet movie viewing in my neighborhood … for instance, from 2 pm to 4:30 pm, when latchkey children are home viewing television and the internet without parental supervision … in the evenings during prime time … and all day/all night on the weekends … there are many strands of misqualified energy carrying these emotions that waft hither and yon.
As a Lightworker, I find this more than a little offputting. I can think of nothing more the antithesis of Lightwork than one-upmanship, desire for power over, bullying, hazing, sadism, and masochism. I find these energies repulsive.
I find I have an instinct to oppose these energies mentally, and to ‘put up the dukes’ when I sense them, when the ideal thing would be to just let them slide on by … maybe out into the back yard, where the lizards will find them attractive.
The other day I thought I would do some research on sadism. I thought maybe there was something I could do about these misqualified energy threads that make me so uncomfortable. I found an interesting article on sadism. The article implies that one way to stop a sadist is to show him that you are not suffering from his actions. That is one useful takeaway.
The other thing is that this article explains there are 4 sorts of sadists. These were enumerated by a man named Theodore Million …
These four types of sadism are spineless sadism [this I do not get], tyrannical sadism [cruel, violent], enforcing sadism [controlling and punishing], and explosive sadism [occasional explosions].
I found this helpful in a way as well. When I hear something on the astral plane that I would classify as sadistic, I might counter telepathically with a message that this energy does not affect me at all. That, as I understand it, collapses the underpinning of the sadistic talk dynamic.
In other words, the sadist says sadistic things so as to cause pain in a telepathic victim, or a victim in his or her physical presence. If a person does not want to be the victim … if a person is not a masochist who enjoys pain … then the person can make the ‘trigger’ a dud by not reacting with a feeling of pain. The telepathic receiver can thus use the sadistic input to develop his or her own neutral mind.
I feel the four classifications of sadists to be helpful for this reason: When we are confronted with sadism, whether merely on the astral plane or in the physical world, it may help to classify what is going on using the intellect, the higher mind.
Conceptualization, I feel, helps take the edge off of gut feelings like the panic responses of fight, flight, freeze, fawn, or flop. When the rational mind enters in, we can plan our escape more effectively.
In the case of the established sadist … as seemed very strikingly to me to be the case with the man I ran into last month at church …
Link: “Caveats About Morphine Addicts,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 4 August 2022 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-rNi ..
… and also with a man who appeared to be a morphine addict whom I saw standing on the sidewalk next door maybe 6 months ago …
Then I feel very strongly the thing to do is to attain as much physical distance from the person as possible as soon as ever our legs can carry us away from them. This is why: For a person who practices cruelty to others so much that it occurs without thought, without consideration of the risks or calculation of the downside of the outcome, without remorse, without any understanding of the harm being inflicted on a fellow human being, that person may strike like a viper, all in an instant.
You and I, Gentle Reader, might go down to our deaths so fast, at the practiced, ruthless hands of such a man that we never even know what hit us. And so I suggest, read all about it, prepare yourself mentally, know the warning signs, and get out of danger before the snake strikes, before the shark bites, before the brown recluse leaps upon us! Better safe than sorry.
In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars
Caravaggio as Lizardoid Sadist
Image: “Boy Bitten by a Lizard,” by Caravaggio, circa 1594-1596, in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Caravaggio_-_Boy_Bitten_by_a_Lizard.jpg … public domain … COMMENTS: As you may know from my previous analysis of the world-renowned painter Caravaggio, it seems to me that he painted himself in all the many paintings he created. If that is so, then this is an image of Caravaggio. I find this painting apt in the discussion of sadism, as I consider Caravaggio may have been a sadist whose overarching spirit or deva or spirit totem may have been Lizardian. Thus this painting might be a symbolic way of depicting the totem difference between Caravaggio and ‘normals’ … people whose spirits are guided by devas that teach and inform mammalian beings on Earth. The ‘take’ is that Caravaggio was ‘bitten by a lizard’ in his youth, and that accounted for his many misadventures. As luck would have it, Lizardoid and Insectoid hybrids are also often outstandingly gifted in the arts (such as painting, dance, voice, or musical composition) or in terms of greatly enhanced psychic powers and mind control abilities. These qualities, I feel, have to do with the accomplishments of their overlighting beings, often non-Christed star beings … their other-species devas. –Alice B. Clagett
COMMENTS: As you may know from my previous analysis of the world-renowned painter Caravaggio, it seems to me that he painted himself in all the many paintings he created. If that is so, then this is an image of Caravaggio. I find this painting apt in the discussion of sadism, as I consider Caravaggio may have been a sadist whose overarching spirit or deva or spirit totem may have been Lizardian. Thus this painting might be a symbolic way of depicting the totem difference between Caravaggio and ‘normals’ … people whose spirits are guided by devas that teach and inform mammalian beings on Earth. The ‘take’ is that Caravaggio was ‘bitten by a lizard’ in his youth, and that accounted for his many misadventures.
As luck would have it, lizardoid and Insectoid hybrids are also often outstandingly gifted in the arts (such as painting, dance, voice, or musical composition) or in terms of greatly enhanced psychic powers and mind control abilities. These qualities, I feel, have to do with the accomplishments of their overlighting beings, often non-Christed star beings … their other-species devas. –Alice B. Clagett
See also … Link: “Caravaggio and Baglione Today: Is Lucifer Transforming to the Light?” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 30 July 2018; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-9Oh ..
Written and published on 30 August 2022 Location: Los Angeles, California
TEMPTATION TO USE EX-FELON LABOR TO MURDER WELL-HEELED PEOPLE
TEMPTATION TO SACRIFICE MEMBERS OF THE CONGREGATION FOR THE COMMON GOOD SUBCONSCIOUSLY JUSTIFIED BY CHRIST’S SACRIFICE ON THE CROSS
TENDENCY OF THE CLERGY TO SEXUALLY DEVIANT BEHAVIORS OF DISCIPLINE, SELF-FLAGELLATION, AND SELF-MUTILATION
A MORE PSYCHOLOGICALLY HEALTHY INTERPRETATION OF WORTH OF CHRIST’S CRUCIFIXION AND DEATH
FOR LIGHTWORKERS: ON BALANCING SELFLESS SERVICE WITH OUR PERSONAL HEALING
TEMPTATION TO SHUNNING AS THE DARK EXPRESSION OF A FERAL DRIVE
THE SIN OF SIMONY: TEMPTATION TO MUCKRACKING AND TO RITUALS OF ANATHEMA, EXCORIATION AND ACCEPTANCE OF FAKE ‘WRITS’ OF EXCOMMUNICATION TO FATTEN THE COFFERS OF A CHRISTIAN CHURCH
FOR THE LIGHTWORKER: ON STAYING SAFE WHILE ATTENDING A CHRISTIAN CHURCH DURING THE CURRENT SOLAR MAXIMUM
Here are caveats for Lightworkers so they may stay safe and avoid pitfalls while attending Christian services during a Solar Maximum such are we are experiencing in 2022 and the next few years here on Earth.
Filmed on 13 August 2021; published on 15 August 2021
Full title: “Perseid Meteor Shower . Arcturian Regeneration Chamber . Two Influxes of Healing Light” . channeled by Alice B. Clagett
Location: San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, California
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Here is a video proposing that Arcturus may avail itself of the annual Perseid Meteor Shower to heal us human, and all the beings on Earth.
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.
We are in the height of the Perseid Meteor Shower right now. And it is right after the Lion’s Gate, I guess you know. And something incredible happened about an hour ago. There was an influx of Light that affected first my pituitary gland, and then my sex glands, and then my heart, and then my lower torso including all my intestines. It stopped at the crown chakra. It apparently affected many other people too.
I thought maybe Arcturus might somehow have interacted with the Perseids. And that it might have something to do with the Lion’s Gate just ending as well. I thought there might be some ideal regeneration chamber or healing quality that Arcturus could bestow on human beings just as the Perseids peaked. I wonder if they are able to use energy of Light and Sound to alter the quality of the Perseids to affect us positively as humans, and heal us and regenerate us.
That is just a feeling that I had about it. Others may have other ideas about it, as I see it has affected both men and women, in all parts of Earth. Not all men and women have been sensitive to the fact that they have been healed, but many have been Lightworkers, many Psychics, many Spiritual Adepts have all felt, either pro or con, the great advantage that was conferred on us today through the Incoming Light.
I wish you all the very best. I hope … even if you take the healing of others in a negative sense … that you come to understand that the healing of every human being is a way of Earth herself being regenerated. It is good for all of us, when any of us heal. That is definitely true; all over Earth, the noosphere changes, as healings take place.
We Lightworkers are very in favor of healing. But sometimes, I find, people who are Psychics or Spiritual Adepts begin to have a feeling of vying, or one-upmanship, or sometimes of competition, that makes them feel that other people being healed … Intuitives, for example; Pathfinders; Wayshowers; and other Starseed … when they are healed … This is just because of the Earth realm having so many difficulties regarding Duality … these others feel a sense of self-diminishment. And that is surely not the case.
I hope we all have a chance to rejoice in the regeneration of Earth herself today.
God bless you all and keep you safe. May He be with you Through all your days.
After I filmed the video, I had to wonder if there was any truth to my intuitive connection of the healing powers of Arcturus with the Perseids. I was relieve to find this image of the Perseid Meteor Shower, with Arcturus peeking up over the horizon …
Image: “A Perseid Below,” by NASA, 13 August 2021, public domain … https://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap210808.html … DESCRIPTION: “Explanation: Earthlings typically watch meteor showers by looking up. But this remarkable view, captured on August 13, 2011 by astronaut Ron Garan, caught a Perseid meteor by looking down. From Garan’s perspective onboard the International Space Station orbiting at an altitude of about 380 kilometers, the Perseid meteors streak below, swept up dust left from comet Swift-Tuttle heated to incandescence. The glowing comet dust grains are traveling at about 60 kilometers per second through the denser atmosphere around 100 kilometers above Earth’s surface. In this case, the foreshortened meteor flash is right of frame center, below the curving limb of the Earth and a layer of greenish airglow, just below bright star Arcturus. Want to look up at a meteor shower? You’re in luck, as the 2021 Perseids meteor shower peaks this week. This year, even relatively faint meteors should be visible through clear skies from a dark location as the bright Moon will mostly absent.” … CREDIT: NASA, ISS Expedition 28 Crew, Ron Garan
DESCRIPTION: “Explanation: Earthlings typically watch meteor showers by looking up. But this remarkable view, captured on August 13, 2011 by astronaut Ron Garan, caught a Perseid meteor by looking down. From Garan’s perspective onboard the International Space Station orbiting at an altitude of about 380 kilometers, the Perseid meteors streak below, swept up dust left from comet Swift-Tuttle heated to incandescence. The glowing comet dust grains are traveling at about 60 kilometers per second through the denser atmosphere around 100 kilometers above Earth’s surface. In this case, the foreshortened meteor flash is right of frame center, below the curving limb of the Earth and a layer of greenish airglow, just below bright star Arcturus. Want to look up at a meteor shower? You’re in luck, as the 2021 Perseids meteor shower peaks this week. This year, even relatively faint meteors should be visible through clear skies from a dark location as the bright Moon will mostly absent.”
CREDIT: NASA, ISS Expedition 28 Crew, Ron Garan …
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So, in theory, the connection between Arcturus and the Perseids as a tool to help humankind by focusing the Incoming Light is a possibility.
In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett,
I Am of the Stars
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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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‘Heart Vampire’ is said to have caused the members of his group to levitate, and also to have levitated himself. There is, I feel, good reason not to be conceited about levitating, should one be so unfortunate as to do so, as will become apparent from the story below.
There is a man I nickname Heart Vampire. This was a spiritual teacher I encountered some years ago, and found out was apparently the head of a ‘killing cult’ or ‘death cult’. I gather from a book I read, and which I intuited might have been created by his cult, that this person thinks of himself as a cannibalistic reptoid from someplace other than Earth.
I was right away reminded of an image I saw 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. Here is the image, which I feel was rendered with very convincing dramatic flair …
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 Caucasian. 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 Secret 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 ..
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VISUALIZATION / MEDITATION TO STILL THE ASTRAL CHATTER
How to Do it
If the astral chatter gets too intense, here is a visualization / meditation that may help …
VISUALIZATION / MEDITATION TO STILL THE ASTRAL CHATTER
How to Do It
Imagine that you are slowly and smoothly breathing in and out through your nose, but your nose is now located at your right eye (or your right ear, if you prefer). When you breath in and out, imagine you can feel the air going into, and then out of, your right eye (or your right ear) …
Image: “’Nose Knows’ Meditation: Breathing from the Right Eye,” altered and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 23 May 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0 … from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … CREDITS: Large image of face and displaced image of nose: Image: “Self Portrait,” by Guiseppe Arcimboldo, 1570, in Wikimedia Commons … tps://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Giuseppe_Arcimboldo_-_Self_Portrait_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg … public domain … COMMENT: Altered.
Image: “’Nose Knows’ Meditation: Breathing from the Right Eye,” altered and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 23 May 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0 … from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com …
CREDITS: Large image of face and displaced image of nose: Image: “Self Portrait,” by Guiseppe Arcimboldo, 1570, in Wikimedia Commons … tps://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Giuseppe_Arcimboldo_-_Self_Portrait_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg … public domain … COMMENT: Altered.
Image: “’Nose Knows’ Meditation: Breathing from the Right Ear,” altered and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 23 May 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0 … from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com …
As you breathe this way, count the inhalations of the breath from one to five; then repeat, counting to five over and over again.
Through the imagined relocation of the nose, the visualization directs prana to your right brain. That side of the brain has to do with living in the ‘Now’, and not with cause-and-effect, which is what creates a timeline (whether a physical timeline or an astral timeline). The right brain does not support the notion of temporal limitation, or confinement of Awareness within a timeline created through a cause-and-effect construct. The right brain does not create or support the astral chatter or astral stories that glom and propagate in the noosphere, as these stories depend on cause and effect, and upon an imaginary or astral ‘timeline’. When Awareness is placed on the right brain, the notions of cause-and-effect … the notion of time itself … drops away. We are left with the freedom to react in multitemporal reality, which is, in fact, the understanding of Earth herself right now.
I have noticed that some of the astral chatter comes from the construct ‘geography’ … the notion of dimensional limitation. For instance, it may have to do with the thought that we cannot avoid astral chatter with our neighbors, or maybe our family. In our left brains, we have the notion that we are chained to our homes, and therefore chained to our families or to the people with whom we life, or to the people who live near us. These are left-brain cause-and-effect notions based on physical reality … on seeing other people around us, for instance.
But our energy body is a discrete, singular entity in relation …. not to our family or to our neighbors … but rather in relation to Spirit, to our Soul, to that Divine Spark within us. Thus the left-brain notion of territorial confinement, like its notion of temporal confinement, is but an artificial construct.
The right brain does not support the construct ‘geography’ … the notion of dimensional limitation, or confinement of Awareness within geographic boundaries. Thus by generating pranic flow into and out of the right brain, we circumvent the artificial left-brain construct ‘geography’.
The feral drives (pack instincts) of sexual aggression and territorial aggression: female competition and male competition; striving between family members or neighbors for female dominance, male dominance, or one-upmanship; notions of males flocking together and bonding, or of females doing so; notions that packs of neighborhood men ought to ejaculate together on the astral plane, or that packs of neighborhood women ought to climax together; striving for alpha or relegation to beta pack ordering; and shunning of a ‘pariah’ or ‘sin-eater’ as an outcast from the imagined astral pack … these all have to do with notions of physical geographic limitations developed in Stone Age times, when there were only about 50,000 human beings on Earth.
For survival purposes, these people aggregated into clans whose members lived in close proximity. Our current notions of geographic limitations with regard to the people we know have to do with feral drive hardwiring written into our subconscious minds in Stone Age and also in much earlier times. These instinctual notions roam through our dreamtime realm and through our astral realm, roping down our astral chatter to subconsciously perceived geographic restrictions.
But when Awareness is placed on the right brain, the notions of clan and tribe, of subconscious instinctual behaviors, drops away. We are left with the freedom to react in multidimensional reality, which is, in fact, where Earth herself resides right now.
Counting along with the breath is a famous Zen Buddhist form of meditation, and one that I like very much. I have noticed, though, that when I count along with the breath while placing my Awareness on the left brain, I am quickly cut short by the tendency of the left brain to step into my counting process with cause-and-effect stories that seem ‘juicier’ or more emotionally fulfilling than the dry notion of repeatedly counting to five or 10.
The above meditation circumvents these left-brain sabotage efforts of my left brain and leaves the field of my mind clear to create the numeric repetitions without interruption. Thus for long intervals (to get temporal about it) I can waylay the astral chatter through a visualization and meditation that moves me from temporospatial misery and enchainment … as in a sad or scary Hollywood movie … to a right brain space of effortless temporospatial freedom.
If the prevalence is per 100,000, then the lifetime risk of getting HIV in Washington, D.C., for instance (which is hardest hit in the ‘states’ list, Table 13), then the percent of people would translate out to 2.5% and not 25%. What a difference!
‘TORTURESS’ AS SOURCE OF MY CONCERN OVER HIV RISK?
I recall that in 2019, when I wrote those blogs, I had a concern about astral intel I got while in the Four Corners area of the Wild West in the summers of 2013-2015. That had to do with a person I nicknamed ‘Torturess’, who was in the organization of ‘Heart Vampire’ there. I thought at the time there may have been a number of transgender women in the group who might have been sex workers, and I heard, on the astral airs, a great deal of upset over HIV and AIDS.
I recall one such person had, it seemed to me, ‘stalked’ me from Four Corners to the San Fernando Valley, and showed up as an exercise instructor at the 24-Hour Fitness in the Fallbrook Shopping Center, where I was enrolled.
I recall I was uptight about it at the time because I thought she was an antisocial personality engaged in snuff porn, and that she might have had something to do with the murder of Dylan Redwine, a child in the Four Corners area. I thought at the time ‘she knew I knew’ and that my life hung on a thread. Lucky for me I knew martial arts, I feel, and lucky push never came to shove with a physical confrontation.
I see by this article that 42% of transgender women have HIV …
It seems to me that telepathic interface with that person might have been the cause of the issue coming up for me on the astral plane in the years 2015-2019. After that I did not hear astral chatter about HIV and AIDS anymore, which could mean she returned to Four Corners.
Tempest in a teapot, it seems, on the astral airs, which cannot easily be judged arithmetically. There is also always the chance it might have been about the health concerns of someone else entirely. That is the way it goes with astral intel.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
P.S. I have added an update to the 2019 blogs I wrote on HIV to the effect the prevalence is much less than priorly stated.
Note: ‘Torturess’ and ‘Hunter-Snuffer’ were a couple in the year 2015, but I did not see him in Los Angeles in 2017-2018 or so; only a woman who I took to be ‘Torturess’.