Written and published on 13 December 2014; revised on 28 December 2017
Dear Ones,
One good way to heal Soul wounding, mental-emotional ‘tangles’, childhood traumas, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), and injuries to the ‘inner child’ is to use Patanjali’s technique of ‘uncoloring’ thoughts.
One of my favorite ways to ‘uncolor’ a traumatic event is to tell a story about it that allows it to evolve into less and less traumatic timelines, for example, like this …
First timeline (Let’s say this is what I saw): Oh my gosh, that truck just hit that car. Oh my gosh, the folks in the car must have been killed.
Second timeline (beginning of timeline shifts to gradually uncolor the event): Oh my gosh, that truck just bumped that car. Thank goodness everyone is ok.
Third timeline: Oh my gosh, I was reading in the newspaper this morning about an accident with a truck and a car. How wonderful! There were no injuries.
Fourth timeline: I recall a fiction book I read in fourth grade, about an accident with a truck and a car. What was the name of that book, anyway?
Fifth timeline: I recall hearing about a book like that from that guy in the second-hand bookstore. The one that used to be in the corner in the shopping mall they turned into a beautiful park. Wow, what lovely trees and benches!
Swamij describes and illustrates Patanjali’s technique of uncoloring thoughts in very helpful detail …
Science vs Spirit: The Dumbing Down of Our Awareness of the Fourth Dimension
What Really Happens When People Go to War?
Demonization of the Human Spirit
Black Magic
Power Over Others
Drug Use
Other Behavioral Qualities That War Causes
A Call for Peace Among Nations
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Dear Ones,
This video explores the question: What really happens when our young people go to war? And what happens to them afterwards? An Outline, a Soundtrack, and an edited Summary follow the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SOUNDTRACK OF THE VIDEO
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.
I would like to talk a little bit about the effects of war on the social fabric of America. What really happens when our young people go to war? And what happens to them after they have been to war? That’s the topic, and that’s the subject.
Recruitment Among Economically and Psychologically Disadvantaged
First I would like to mention that recruitment of young people in America for the military … the enlisted military as opposed to officers … is a very selective process. It typically happens with young people who have not high prospects, because of the social situation in which they find themselves. Or it can happen amongst young people who have a hard time with their natal families, or who do not get enough emotional support from their natal families. So, it is usually a question of economics, or of psychology of a lack of something, that draws young people into the enlisted military.
What do they find there, in the military? They find a chance to identify with people, to feel that a group of people care about them. And they are willing to risk their lives in order to have that feeling.
Nature of the Universe
I have talked, in the past, about ‘audiovisual clips’ that get stuck to our etheric template.
The nature of this Universe is love and Light and joy. The nature of our physical bodies, our etheric template, our emotional body, our higher and lower mental bodies, and our body of Light … each of these is composed of love, Light and joy.
Third Dimensional Distortions of Light – Relative Untruth of War
Our experience in the Third Dimension, however, contains some distortions of the Light that allow us to experience scenes that are relatively untrue. And one of the least true scenes that we can experience … most divorced from the warp and woof of time and space, and true reality … most untrue … is the experience of war.
Soul Wounding – Cellular Memory – Audiovisual Clips of Distortions of Light
When we experience things that are very different from the true nature of reality, our Souls are wounded by this. Our Souls retain a memory … our bodies, while we are embodied, retain a cellular memory … what I call a short clip, a short video, an audiovisual clip … of this distortion of Light.
Ghosts and Soul Wounding ‘Tape Loops’
Amongst ghosts, those that have a hard time remembering to the Light, and to return to their guardians, and to return, in their Soul journey, to wherever they need to be … the reason for this ‘stuckness’ of the Spirit after death is … according to energy healer and teacher Jeffrey Allen … https://www.iamjeffreyallen.com/ … whom I trust very much as a spiritual counselor … the reason is that there is an audiovisual clip stuck, right in front of their astral eyes … their ghostly eyes … that plays, like a tape loop, over and over again, a scene of horror.
And it takes one of us, who are clear, to wake them up a little bit, and try to wake them up a little, with words like these …
Say, did you know you passed on? You could turn to your guardians now, and say, ‘What’s up?” … See what you could do next.
And so then they distract themselves … pull themselves back a little, from that false reality, and begin to realize that they have many options.
So this idea of the audiovisual clip that has not been cleared from the etheric net, and is not true, carries over to scenes of war. When our young people experience the horrors of war, the audiovisual clips of these atrocities become stuck to them … stuck to their cellular memory.
Kind of like when a little child venture off into a meadow, and comes back home with little cockleburs … little seeds … stuck all over its clothing. Cockleburs that are hard to get off. This is like the memories of war.
So, what happens then? Well, in psychological terms, what happens is called Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. And that can be a kind of a nightmare awareness of reality that continues to play in the minds and Spirits of our young people all their lives.
Science vs Spirit: The Dumbing Down of Our Awareness of the Fourth Dimension
But there is another way of looking at this whole thing. And that is through the lens of Demonic awareness, and diabolical intent. Before you turn off your video … and in defense of this point of view, and of the worthwhileness of considering this point of view … I would like to mention that awareness of the Demonic Realm… and of demonization of the human Spirit … is one of the basic tenets of Christianity. And spoken of quite frequently in the Bible. And also in the sacred texts of India, in Hinduism; and in Buddhism, you will find reference to demons and devils.
In modern America, we tend to downplay all this, because of the advent of science … which is yet another mental filter that cuts down on the truth … the total truth of reality.
In fact, in the fourth dimension, which we are all experiencing right now, and becoming aware of, there are such things as Demonic entities. And these entities derive their sustenance from human anguish.
What Really Happens When People Go to War?
What really happens when people go to war? Do they kill each other? Do they ‘win’ something from that? Does one side ‘win’ over the other side?
Or is it, in fact, the Demonic influence on the third dimension, through the fourth dimension, that causes war? That causes humankind to turn, one against the other … when in fact we are all friends?
If I were to look through the lens of this Awareness … fourth dimensional Awareness … at a scene of battle, what would I really see?
I would see beings of Darkness, descending on the brilliance of the human Soul, and tearing Soul wounding in the people who are fighting; both those who are killing, and those who are being killed.
I would see these young people returning from war, with greater Soul wounding than they had, on entering it.
And I would know that they would have a greater tendency to turn to those behavioral qualities that would increase the Demonic influence on them.
Demonization of the Human Spirit
What are those behavioral qualities? Well, I looked this up in a Christian text, and I agree with two of them, for sure …
Black Magic. One is practice of the black arts. Did you know that, amongst our military, and amongst our Veterans, Paganism is on the rise? Now Paganism itself is not a bad thing, but Paganism with the practice of black magic is a bad thing.
Power Over Others. The intention there, is to regain a sense of power … which is not a bad thing. But the problem is, that it is power over other people, and damage to other people. The minute we turn to the black arts … the minute we think a curse, even … those of us that are clairaudient can actually hear the influx of Demons into the Soul field of the person that so behaves. Immediately. There is no delay.
Drug Use. On to the topic of drugs. Drugs are the other main gateway, or inroad, that the Demonic world uses, to further wound the human Soul. And I think you would find … you would have to look it up … but I think you would find, that amongst Veterans of wars, there is greater drug use, than with the general population. And the reason I would think this to be true, is that the trauma of war that they carry, is so at odds with the nature of all that is, that it would be hard not to want to use drugs to forget about the Soul wounding … the post-traumatic stress disorder.
Again from the clairaudient realm … This is a long one; this is my longest so far. Bear with me! … Again from the clairaudient realm, I know that the moment a person turns to drugs, Demons descend upon them. I can hear it happening.
So these are three behavioral qualities that war causes: Black magic, power over others, and drug use.
Other Behavioral Qualities That War Causes. And in addition we have …
Moving in to disenfranchisement of those we feel to be powerless.
Vigilante activity: Taking the Law into our own hands.
Injury to children: It might be sexual abuse. It might even be killing.
Spousal abuse; physical injury to our family.
Viewing other people with different points of view from our own … or with different choices of lifestyle from ourselves … or with less money than us … as not actually being people. We might even think that they are the riffraff of the world that we have the right to eliminate from the social fabric.
This is a direct consequence of the Demonic influence that’s exerted through the War mentality. It is not people that are doing it.
A Call for Peace Among Nations
There are no people that are not of love and Light … that are not wonderful Souls … that are not huge hearts … that are not the most incredible energy in the entire Universe … But the minute that they choose lack of Awareness over Awareness, through drugs, then that is the key that the Demons need. You know what I mean? It is the key.
So, I would like to make a case, in this roundabout way, for the possibility that war is not of human origin. That humans are all one true and eternal race of Souls. That we will have no part of injury to our fellow humans.
And in so doing, our Soul wounding will be knit up. And the family of humanity will once more shine forth in the Universe.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written and published on 11 December 2014; revised on 7 May 2018 and 12 October 2018; revised on 24 March 2023
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Also a consideration is the increased incidence of AIDS among military personnel, compared to the incidence in the general population. I imagine this would be a cause of deep suffering to those of our valiant young people who may be so affected. The UN had a good write-up on this …
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Image: “A grief stricken American infantryman whose buddy has been killed in action is comforted by another soldier. In the background a corpsman methodically fills out casualty tags, Haktong-ni area, Korea,” by Sfc. Al Chang, U.S. Army, 28 August 1950, Permission: PD-USGov-Military-Army, from U.S. Army Korea Media Center official Korean War online video archive, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:KoreanWarFallenSoldier1.jpg … public domain
Image: “A grief stricken American infantryman whose buddy has been killed in action is comforted by another soldier. In the background a corpsman methodically fills out casualty tags, Haktong-ni area, Korea,” by Sfc. Al Chang, U.S. Army, 28 August 1950, Permission: PD-USGov-Military-Army, from U.S. Army Korea Media Center official Korean War online video archive, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:KoreanWarFallenSoldier1.jpg … public domain
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THE FIRST STORY ABOUT WAR: DR. WILLIAM BEANES, FRANCIS SCOTT KEY, AND THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER
ASTRAL STORY ABOUT DOCTOR BEANES’ LIFE, AND ABOUT HIS GHOST BEING FREED FROM THE EARTH PLANE
On Helping a Ghost to Move On to the Light
THE SECOND STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE . ALICE’S VISION . THE CHRISTIAN AND THE SARACEN
THE THIRD STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES . ALICE’S VISION . KILLED BY A COMRADE IN ARMS OVER LOVE FOR A WOMAN
THE FOURTH STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE . ALICE’S VISION . THE DELIRIOUS, MORTALLY WOUNDED SOLDIER WHO KILLED HIS WIFE BY MISTAKE
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Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.
I have some stories about war trauma: Dr. William Beanes, Francis Scott Key, the Revolutionary War, the ‘Star-Spangled Banner’. A little about my grandmother. And how to help lingering Souls on to the Light. A few stories of war trauma in past incarnations.
THE FIRST STORY ABOUT WAR: DR. WILLIAM BEANES, FRANCIS SCOTT KEY, AND THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER
I found myself in Upper Marlboro, Maryland, the nearest town to the home I was raised in. I went to the Upper Marlboro Elementary School site, where I went to first grade. It’s a vacant building now; it’s used for some storage … or maybe for nothing. My uncle went here when it was the Upper Marlboro High School. And before that, it was the Marlboro Academy.
And when it was the Marlboro Academy, there was a gentleman working there, as a surgeon and teacher, called William Beanes. You may know him as the companion of Francis Scott Key … I think it was on board a ship that viewed a bombing of an American stronghold by the British. And during that time, Francis Scott Key wrote the Star Spangled Banner.
Music: United States National Anthem (Star Spangled Banner), by The United States Army Old Guard Fife and Drum Corps … public domain …
A war was on. And there had been British in Upper Marlboro. The British soldiers had left, but some of the British stayed behind to loot the homes there in Upper Marlboro.
William Beanes had slaves in his home, and he armed them with guns, and he himself was armed, and they went to stop the looters. And because of that, there was a British General who later arrested William Beanes.
It was Francis Scott Key, and a friend of his, who went to try and extricate William Beanes from imprisonment by the British. So at the time of the writing of the Star Spangled Banner, they were all on the boat because of that.
Image: “Francis Scott Key standing on boat, with right arm stretched out toward the United States flag flying over Fort McHenry, Baltimore, Maryland,” by Edward Percy Moran (1862–1935), 1912 … in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:By_Dawn%27s_Early_Light_1912.png … public domain
Image: “Francis Scott Key standing on boat, with right arm stretched out toward the United States flag flying over Fort McHenry, Baltimore, Maryland,” by Edward Percy Moran (1862–1935), 1912 … in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:By_Dawn%27s_Early_Light_1912.png … public domain
I remember my maternal grandmother, when I was young, used to explain that William Beanes was a distant relative of her family. And then after she explained it, she would play the Star Spangled Banner on the piano in her living room. It was kind of cool.
I have an astral story for you today, that happened just yesterday, regarding William Beanes …
ASTRAL STORY ABOUT DOCTOR BEANES’ LIFE, AND ABOUT HIS GHOST BEING FREED FROM THE EARTH PLANE
Doctor Beanes lived in a house just about where an older, one-story house is now located … a house which is all to wrack and ruin right now. It’s right next to what used to be the Marlboro Academy, which is also heading downhill.
That house that he lived in was burned down later. It’s located right next to the Schoolhouse Pond, which is kind of a cool place, with a walkway around it now. I am sure it looked really different in those days.
Dr. Beanes’ house had a pretty good view at that time, I think, of Schoolhouse Pond, with all of the waterfowl, and probably ice skating in the wintertime. On top of the little hill there, right next to all that, is the final resting place of William Beanes and his wife.
Yesterday, I had the intention to go for a walk around Schoolhouse Pond. And before that, I noticed this burial place, and I thought I would come up and take a look, since I remembered my grandmother’s story about Dr. Beanes. I found there, on the left, Dr. Beanes’ tomb, and next to it, on the right, his wife’s tomb.
Image: “William Beanes’ Grave, Upper Marlboro, Maryland,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 December 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “William Beanes’ Grave, Upper Marlboro, Maryland,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 December 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com..
The following ghost story is just an astral story, from the clair plane, and may, for all I know, represent pure fable, with no truth whatsoever to it. So, please take it with a grain of salt! …
I have a practice, when I come to old graveyards, of checking round to make sure there are no Spirits there that are still waiting to walk into the light and find their rest.
And so, I came up the path next to the Marlboro academy, and I stood there for a minute, saying a little prayer. And what I noticed at that point, over Dr. Beanes’ tomb, was a movement of energies.
He was there … resting there … There were some astral demons; I would term them like demons or devils that were lying on top of him and preventing him from arising.
And when I stopped by and said that prayer, they moved away from him and his Spirit rose up. And so I talked to him, as I always do when I run into this kind of delayed situation. His ghost sounded confused …
I should explain: When the War of 1812 was on, Dr. Beanes would go round, as a surgeon, to the battlefield, trying to save the lives of the soldiers who had been wounded there. Apparently that battlefield experience left him with a terrible post-traumatic stress disorder. I can only imagine that a gentleperson, whose life was teaching and healing … who found himself in a situation of great destruction of life … would be injured, in his spirits, by such sights.
So that was my reconstruction of what happened; as, to my clair vision it seemed that the first thing his ghost said, when it woke up, was that he needed to stay in Upper Marlboro and make sure that everyone was safe there.
I realized, at that point, that there … were this vision to be true … there might have been an issue of war trauma, and that some kind of trauma is often what keeps folks from turning to the light, and turning to their spirit guides, after they pass on. It’s like they are mesmerized by a traumatic incident that makes it too hard for them to move on.
On Helping a Ghost to Move On to the Light
And so, it takes one of us, who is awake and aware, to help break that trance and allow them to move on. You know what I mean? All we have to do is just say:
Say, by the way, did you know you passed on a while back? And in fact, your wife passed on as well … If you want, you can turn round, and greet your spirit guides, and see what your options are right now …
So that’s what I tried. And yet, it seemed he might still be mulling over that terrible war trauma that he had had. And so, I referred him to the Spirit world … to his own spirit guides … like this:
I said: Spirit to Team … [that is, I imagined speaking through my own Spirit, or Soul, to my own Spirit team]
And then: Team to Team [that my own Spirit Team should speak to his Spirit Team, who were still waiting to help him at that time]
And then: Team to Spirit [his own Team to his own Spirit, his own Soul]
So it goes like this …
Spirit to Team! Team to Team! Team to Spirit!
And then it seemed that his own Spirit Team greeted his own Soul and helped him on.
Anyone can do this. Anyone can help those who are stuck on some kind of sad memory of the past.
Eventually, as I was walking round Schoolhouse Pond, it seemed that I felt his Spirit rising and leaving … turning to the Light … It was very nice.
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THE SECOND STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE . ALICE’S VISION . THE CHRISTIAN AND THE SARACEN
I have three more stories to tell you about war, and they have to do with putative past incarnations of my own. I have more war stories, but I will only tell three more today.
The first story was explained to me by a spiritual counselor. It had to do with the time during the Christian crusades, when the Christians were seeking the Holy Grail and warring against the Saracen. My counselor described that I was a crusader at that time; a guy.
I went off to war, and there was just a moment, that I seemed to remember from that war, when I faced a Saracen person of about the same stature as myself, in mortal combat. And he and I killed each other during that war.
Image: “Illustration from page 306 of The Boy’s King Arthur: the death of Arthur and Mordred – ‘Then the king … ran towards Sir Mordred, crying: Traitor, now is thy death day come,’” by N.C. Wyeth, 1922, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Boys_King_Arthur_-_N._C._Wyeth_-_p306.jpg … public domain … COMMENTS: Although this is a drawing of a battle between King Arthur and Mordred, it reminds me, by its deadly intent, of the battle between the Saracen and the Christian that was an example for me, in a past incarnation, of my own self embodied in ‘another’, whom I sought to kill, only to find myself mortally wounded through my own murderous intent. –Alice B. Clagett
Image: “Illustration from page 306 of The Boy’s King Arthur: the death of Arthur and Mordred – ‘Then the king … ran towards Sir Mordred, crying: Traitor, now is thy death day come,’” by N.C. Wyeth, 1922, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Boys_King_Arthur_-_N._C._Wyeth_-_p306.jpg … public domain … COMMENTS: Although this is a drawing of a battle between King Arthur and Mordred, it reminds me, by its deadly intent, of the battle between the Saracen and the Christian that was an example for me, in a past incarnation, of my own self embodied in ‘another’, whom I sought to kill, only to find myself mortally wounded through my own murderous intent. –Alice B. Clagett
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I remember a recent insight I had about that: I asked: Which was me?
I remembered that holographic audiovisual clip. I remembered the moment we had killed each other, but I couldn’t tell which was which … which was I. And my spirit guides (through the spiritual counselor I was learning from) said that I was both of them.
This is an interesting fact; That when we war, we think that we’re warring against someone else, but in fact, we’re warring against ourselves, and injuring or killing our own Spirit through war. And I had never thought of it, until Spirit advised me of this.
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THE THIRD STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES . ALICE’S VISION . KILLED BY A COMRADE IN ARMS OVER LOVE FOR A WOMAN
Long, long ago, in the times which we would term barbaric, I seem to remember having been a warrior by trade. I had a comrade in arms; we would go to war together, and fight battles. And up until the time I, as in a mist, seemed to remember, we had survived together.
My friend had a wife. And for reasons I no longer remember, it seems he found me one day in flagrante delicto with his wife. Naturally, I begged his forgiveness. He was my only, best friend.
He was so upset … he was so caught up in the passion of the moment … that he killed me. He killed me with a short knife.
From my point of view, in that story there was a tremendous sense of incompletion, which I might have carried down to other contexts, along those lines, through other incarnations, if such reincarnational stories be true.
I think it’s the warrior spirit. It’s the feeling of killing our fellow man, that causes us to act so quickly, and so in error, with regard to our own brotherhood with all humanity. You know? So that’s the second story.
You know, it may be that I have had many great incarnations, but the only ones that come to me, in this lifetime, as possible memories, are the ones that need completing because there was so much suffering involved, from that perspective.
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THE FOURTH STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE . ALICE’S VISION . THE DELIRIOUS, MORTALLY WOUNDED SOLDIER WHO KILLED HIS WIFE BY MISTAKE
I would like to tell the last story about war. I saw kind of a mental movie. I remembered something from the distant past, during the Revolutionary War, about a man who had a family and went to war.
There was a big battle, and his wife sent her children to a female friend to take care of, and went to the battlefield to search, among the dead and dying, for her husband, to see if she could save him.
She found him there, walking on the field of battle. She didn’t know he had a head wound, and that he was delirious because of it. The doctors on the field of battle had tried to help him, but they had been unable to, and he had broken free, and he was roaming about, delirious.
He saw his wife, and didn’t know; didn’t recognize her. And he killed her with that little gun they had. He killed her. Then as he lay dying, he shot himself.
And the last thought that he had, as he passed on, in that battlefield, was of how much he loved his wife, and how much he wanted to be with her, and make love to her one more time. In that final scene of that incarnation, he saw his penis like a sword; like an implement of war, and like a sign of the courage that one must have in facing battle.
And his wife’s last thought, as she lay dying, was: What would become of her children?
Terrible story! After seeing this audiovisual clip or vision, enacted in vivid detail … including what the people looked like, and what the battlefield was, and the concern about the children …
I said to Spirit: Which person was I, in that situation?
And Spirit said: You were both.
So there you have two stories that corroborate the notion that, when we war, we war only against ourselves. And the trauma that we feel, when we war … the terrible trauma of seeing ourselves injure fellow eternal Souls, in physical form … goes with us to the grave, and must be cleared, even if we reach a new incarnation.
All that must be cleared from our beautiful being of light, for us to remember, once more, the glorious, loving beings that we are.
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Well on that somber note, I will say so long from Upper Marlboro, Maryland. See you all later.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written and published on 3 December 2014; revised on 26 February 2023; revised on 21 March 2023
The second, third, and fourth stories about war were revised and excerpted to “My Memories of Other Incarnations”
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Filmed on 24 August 2013; published on 25 August 2013; transcribed on 23 July 2018
Previously titled: Pencils and Other Highly Consternational Things . by Alice B. Clagett
Location: Florida Mesa, Colorado
VIDEO BY ALICE
OUTLINE OF THE VIDEO
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Pencils! Oh No! Alice’s Story of the Consternational Pencil
Alice’s Story: The Rules of Life
Alice’s Story: Sleep is a Dangerous Thing?
Alice’s Story: Pencils Are Dangerous!
Subconscious Conclusions that Do Not Suit Us Well
My Dad’s Awful War Story
The Measure of Manhood
Reprogramming the Subconscious Mind with Images
The Measure of Womanhood
Conclusion
FOOTNOTE ON THE SEABEES
Dear Ones,
Here’s a video about all kinds of consternational things, including pencils, war, manhood, and womanhood. Also, reprogramming the subconscious mind and vital body when their Rules of Life don’t suit us all that well. There is an Outline after the video, followed by an edited Summary of the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
OUTLINE OF THE VIDEO
Pencils! Oh no! The Story of the Consternational Pencil
Story about my father, who was an architect, his drafting table, and the horrifying story he told me about the dangers of having No. 2 pencils that are sharpened at both ends so as to save time in drafting
The Rules of Life
How I tried to formulate the Rules of Life and the Laws of the Universe in early childhood
Sleep Is a Dangerous Thing!
How my father’s pencil story resulted in this rule: It’s dangerous to fall asleep. Maybe it would be better to stay awake all the time, or I might die!
Pencils Are Dangerous!
This rule proved to be false in a physical sense (although I found it useful in the context of seeking enlightenment. So then I formulated this rule: Pencils are dangerous! This sunk into my subconscious mind permanently. Even today, I prefer pens to pencils.
Subconscious Conclusions That Do Not Suit Us Well
This is an example of how rules that don’t fit the facts of life can sink into our subconscious minds and vital bodies and influence us all our lives. So, I’m on a quest to find those rules and change them a little, so that my life becomes more flowing, more in the Now, and more happy. So that it doesn’t get stuck in those little childhood traumas.
An Awful War Story
Another story my dad told me during my early years: His awful World War II war story: He was in the CBs, and was in charge of a barge used to haul supplies into the beach at Normandy. Everyone he served with died, over the course of his service, except for himself.
Now, in my majority, I wonder how deeply his Soul might have been wounded by this experience; although he was a loving father and a good teacher about life. If the pencil story, which involved just one death, had such an influence on me, I wonder how that terrible wartime catastrophe affected my father’s life.
What are the consequences of war on the families that veterans go back to? I think it’s far more far-reaching than we suppose.
The Measure of Manhood
Amongst young men, there’s a great emphasis on size of sexual organs. That not-too-important thing has a tendency to stick in their subconscious minds throughout their lives, because there’s such an identification with that act of manhood.
It would be easy for me to say it’s not that important; but the problem is, for them, it might be super important.
Reprogramming the Subconscious Mind with Pictures
The subconscious mind and the vital body are greatly influenced by pictures. You could talk to it all day long, and that wouldn’t make as much difference as just one picture.
So I thought, why not … if there’s an issue that’s coming up in our subconscious mind and our vital body, such as the pencil … or maybe the size of one’s sexual organs, if you’re a man … why not do an internet search, and get some pictures, and re-evaluate the situation: It could be that most people are pretty much the same. This might have a far greater effect on self-assurance than any other approach.
Because we’re not really dealing with the rational mind here. We’re trying to reprogram the subconscious mind and the vital body, which are like a little child, no matter how old we get.
The Measure of Womanhood
You could say, about women, that the size of our breasts is a major issue in the society of today. But, there are plenty of supermodels that are small breasted. It’s not such a big deal, when you come right down to it.
So, for ladies that have an issue about size, you could do something like that: Print out pictures of ladies that are famous and beautiful, who are also small breasted (or large breasted, or whatever the problem is regarding our own self-esteem).
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.
Pencils! Oh No! Alice’s Story of the Consternational Pencil
Look at this, there is a ray of light coming out of the clouds here. [Shows ray of light coming from dark clouds] … There are grey clouds all around; and here the Sun is sending its beautiful rays down towards the Earth. It is right pretty.
I thought I would talk for a little while today about pencils and other entirely commotional things. So I will start with pencils … My father was an architect. And when I was very small … five or six years old … I was very interested in what he did, because I liked drawing. And so at night, he would come home with a project that was not finished, and he would be working at his drawing board, in a spare room, finishing up his architectural projects.
And for that, he would use a drafting board. A drafting board is sort of like a table, except that it is set up at an angle, so that it is easy to draw. And you sit up on a high stool, and you do your drafting. And so, I would follow him into this room, and try to interpret the drawings he did … the architectural drawings.
He had a pencil drawer in the table … in the easel … and in it he his pencils for drawing. I was very interested in that drawer also. And so I opened the drawer, and I pulled out a pencil … a No. 2 pencil that was sharpened at both ends. This was just as a young child.
The reason it was sharpened at both ends was that it would save the architects time. So the pencil would get a little bit worn down, and then they would just flip it around, and use the other side. And then when they went to sharpen it, they would sharpen both sides. So it was twice as fast, or nearly so.
So I picked up this twice-sharpened pencil, and he grabbed it out of my hands. And he told me a story about a young man at the architectural place where my dad worked, who, like my dad, had a family. And this young man had stayed there late one night … recent to the story, apparently … and had fallen asleep while drawing. And he slumped over the table, and hit the pencil. And the pencil pierced his heart and killed him, just like that.
Well, needless to say, I was horrified. My mouth fell open. And I said something like this: Are you sure he was dead?
And he did not say anything. He just took the pencil away from me, and started working. And I had plenty of time, in my young childhood imagination, and during that formative time, when I was trying to figure out the Rules of Life, and I was trying to set the example for myself of the rest of my life … I was making Rules …
Alice’s Story: The Rules of Life
I was thinking about this horrifying experience that my father had shared with me … Oh, it is going to start raining. Ok, to be continued in a minute. I will talk to you all in just a second. [walks from cemetery to an old, one-room country church, which is locked up, and sits on the small, roofed porch] …
Well, so this big storm cloud has blown up, and it is, for sure, going to rain in a minute or two. So I am seeking shelter in a little church. And right here on the porch I am hoping to weather the storm. I hope that the rain is not too driving. We will see what happens. Oh, goodness!
So, we were talking about this pencil. And I was formulating plans for my life, because at that age I did not have many plans, and I knew I had to have some. I was trying to figure out the laws of the Universe.
Alice’s Story: Sleep is a Dangerous Thing?
So the first thing I thought about this terrible incident, was that, it could be that it was dangerous to fall asleep … Maybe I had better just stay awake all the time, or I might die … That proved to be short-lived, and not too practical. [laughs]
Alice’s Story: Pencils Are Dangerous!
So then I reformulated the plan, and I decided that the problem was pencils … Pencils were dangerous! [laughs] And this sunk into my subconscious mind … my vital body … at that early, impressionable age. And I have to say that, even today, I do not like pencils. I really do not! … sharpened or not sharpened! Any kind of pencil, mechanical or regular … I do not care. I do not care for pencils. And so I do not have any pencils around, to speak of … lots of pens, but no pencils. [laughs]
Subconscious Conclusions that Do Not Suit Us Well
And so, this is an example of how we can formulate plans or come to conclusions, in early childhood, and through our vital body and subconscious mind … or all during life, for that matter … that may not fit the facts, or suit us too well. You know? I mean, pencils are ok, when they are used properly, do you not think?
But I cannot help it: I just do not like pencils. I mean, I could probably work it out, but it is not as important as some other things, right? Right now, it is low priority.
I have to figure that there are a lot of other things that I learned during my childhood … and all during my life … that are not serving me well. And I am on a quest, right now, to find those things and change them a little bit, so that my life becomes more flowing, more fluid, more ‘in the Now’, and more happy. So that it does not get stuck in those little, childhood traumas, and in those adulthood traumas.
My Dad’s Awful War Story
So that is the first story in the story of the consternational troubles. [laughs] And the second story has to do with another thing that my father told me when I was young.
I was just a few years older. And he had been in World War II … and apparently had a very traumatic experience there. So he told me about how he was in the Seabees … That is the the Naval Construction Force (NCF) of the United States Navy. And he had been on one of the barges that they used to haul supplies into Normandy Beach. He was the person that was supposed to be in charge of that barge.
And there were maybe … I forget how many … 50 people? … that were working on the barge, right? And over the course of the Normandy invasion on D-Day, everyone on the boat died but he. (2) And that is all he ever told me about it. But in my majority … in my adulthood … I have to wonder how that affected his subconscious mind.
Men are supposed to ‘buck up’, you know, and see their way through all these sorts of difficulties. But if the pencil incident … which involved just one death … had that much of an influence on me, I wonder how that terrible catastrophy in his life affected him.
I have to wonder about the results of war on men, and consequently, on the families that they go back to. I think it is far more far-reaching than we suppose … And that is consternational incident number 2.
The Measure of Manhood
I thought I would close with a final incident that does not affect me directly in this lifetime, as you will soon find out. But I have run across it amongst children, and sometimes adults. And that has to do with manhood amongst men and young boys. I am not sure why it is … peer pressure, I guess … but amongst young men there is a great emphasis on size of sexual organs.
And I think that, for youngsters, that not-too-important thing has a tendency to stick in their subconscious minds and their vital bodies, because there is such a role identification with that act of manhood. It would be easy for me to say it is not too important, but the problem is: For them it might be super important.
Reprogramming the Subconscious Mind with Images
So I had a notion that, since the vital body and the subconscious mind are so influenced by pictures and images … much more so than by words: You could talk to them all day long, and it would not make as much difference as just one picture. So I thought: Why not … if there is an issue that keeps coming up in our subconscious mind, such as the issue of the pencil … or maybe it would be the size of one’s sexual organs, if you are a man … Why not just do an internet search, and get a bunch of pictures that show different sizes, and print them out …
And you may find that it is not such an issue as you thought. It could be that most people are pretty much the same, you know? But the pictures printed out, and looked at, once a day, for a little while, I think will have a far greater in improving self-assurance, than anything else.
Because we are not really dealing with the rational mind here. We are trying to reprogram the subconscious mind and the vital body, which are like little children. No matter how old we get, that is just what they are like. [laughs] Anyway, those are a few thoughts that I have.
The Measure of Womanhood
You could say the same thing about women. You could say: The size of our breasts, for instance, is kind of major in the society today. But there are plenty of supermodels that are small-breasted. It is not such a big deal, when you come right down to it.
So for ladies that have an issue about size, you could do something like that: Print out a bunch of pictures of ladies who are famous and beautiful, who are small-breasted … or whatever the problem is, about us. You know? We may find other people … just pictures of other people that are highly successful and very creative and very happy in the world, who have similar features to us, physically.
Conclusion
And that is it, on the terrible, horrible, consternational problems for today. I am hoping you do not have any. Talk to you later.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
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FOOTNOTE ON THE SEABEES
(1) Link: “Seabees,” in Wikipedia …https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seabee… See especially the subheading: “Naval Combat Demolition Units: NCDUs – Underwater Demolition Teams: UDT” … [paragraphing mine. –Alice] …
“In early May 1943, a two-phase “Naval Demolition Project” was directed by the Chief of Naval Operations ‘to meet a present and urgent requirement’. The first phase began at Amphibious Training Base (ATB) Solomons, Maryland with the establishment of Operational Naval Demolition Unit No. 1. Six Officers and eighteen enlisted men reported from NTC Camp Peary dynamiting and demolition school, for a four-week course … Those Seabees were immediately sent to participate in the invasion of Sicily …
“Naval Combat Demolition Units (NCDUs) consisted of one officer and five enlisted and were numbered 1–212. After that first group had been trained Lt. Commander Draper Kauffman was selected to Command the program that had been set up in Camp Peary’s ‘Area E’ close to the Seabee Dynamiting and Demolition school. Six classes were graduated from Camp Peary before the program was moved to Fort Pierce …
“Another reason for the initial NCDU location being at Camp Peary was that the Joint Army Navy Experimental Testing (JANET) site, for beach obstacle removal Project DM-361, was located at Camp Bradford temporarily late 1942-43. Later, despite the move to Fort Pierce, Camp Peary was Kauffman’s manpower source. ‘He would go up to Camp Peary’s Dynamite School, assemble the (Seabees) in the auditorium and say, ‘I need volunteers for hazardous, prolonged and distant duty.” … Fort Pierce had Construction Battalion Unit 1011 assigned to the school. Its job was to construct and maintain the various obstacles needed for the demolitions class to practice their training.
“The men in those first classes referred to themselves as ‘Demolitioneers’ … The NCDUs had 34 teams in England for the invasion of Normandy.(all told they suffered 53 percent casualties on Normandy) …
“While waiting for D-day the NCDUs trained with the 146th, 277th and 299th Combat Engineer Battalions … Each NCDU had 5 men from a Combat Engineer Battlion attached to the team. In the beginning the first 10 NCDUs were split into 3 groups …
“The whole thing was a bit ad-hoc as they had no Commanding Officer, but the Senior officer was the leader of group III, Lt Smith (CEC). He served in that capacity unofficially for the entire group … His group III did a lot of experimental demolitions work and developed the Hagensen Pack … As more teams arrived a NCDU Command was created for the invasion.
“Naval Combat Demolition Force O was awarded the Presidential Unit Citation (United States) while Naval Combat Demolition Force U was awarded a Navy Unit Commendation for Omaha and Utah beaches at Normandy.
“The NCDUs at Normandy were numbers: 11, 22-30, 41-46, 127-8, 130-42 …” –from LInk: “Seabees,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seabee … CC BY 3.0 Unported
Written in May 2004. Video filmed and published on 2 October 2014
Previously titled: For Our Fathers: A Poem on War . by Alice B. Clagett
Location: Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Area, La Plata County, Colorado, among other places
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
“For Our Fathers,” a Poem on War by Alice B. Clagett, May 2004
Postlude: Music of Chris Zabriskie and Scenes from Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Area, Colorado
PHOTOS BY ALICE: FROM THE YEAR 2012
PHOTOS BY ALICE: COLORADO SCENES
Image: ‘Into the Jaws of Death” — US Army troops wade ashore on Omaha Beach on the morning of 6 June 1944. photo by Chief Photographer’s Mate Robert F. Sargent, from Wikimedia Commons, public domain
Image: ‘Into the Jaws of Death” — US Army troops wade ashore on Omaha Beach on the morning of 6 June 1944. photo by Chief Photographer’s Mate Robert F. Sargent, from Wikimedia Commons, public domain
Dear Ones,
Here is a video by me about a poem I wrote for my father. The Postlude features the music of Chris Zabriskie and scenes from Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Area, Colorado. A Summary follows the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
This is Alice, Dear Ones.
I have another poem for you, that I wrote years ago for my father, who was in World War II, and saw some difficult action on D-Day, on the beach of Normandy.
Years ago, I was driving to work every day, through the Veterans Administration grounds in Los Angeles, because there were so many beautiful trees, and so much green grass there. No stoplights. It was great. So, one day I stopped, while driving to work, and I wrote this poem about the VA Grounds, and the veterans there. It is a poem for my father …
“For Our Fathers”
A Poem on War by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words May 2004
At first light, on the laid-back VA grounds — . . . . . a land of not so well clipped lawns, . . . . . and blooming jacaranda trees . . . . . and blousy buildings, sprouted long before . . . . .. . . . . the first computer cast its eerie glow . . . . .. . . . .. . . . . upon the shadow that had been our history —
Old men wait for the bus, unmoored . . . . . from the stale sameness of the working day, and . . . . . all adrift in that sour sea we call ‘retirement’.
These are the once-sung heroes . . . . . of the ancient wars, . . . . . who fought for freedom on unfriendly shores
. . . . . and who, returning, found . . . . .. . . . . no peace of mind . . . . .. . . . . in a far too civil union,
. . . . . who wake, each night, . . . . .. . . . . dreaming atrocities . . . . .. . . . . dreaming the sloe-eyed death . . . . .. . . . .. . . . . of their personal dreams . . . . .. . . . .. . . . .. . . . . on the altar of our nation.
Now here they sit, . . . . . this one nearly blind, . . . . . and that one racked by gout, . . . . . another, legless, . . . . .. . . . . wielding his wheelchair like a Grand Prix pro
Each offering his friends the sweetest gift — . . . . . a cheerful countenance . . . . . to brave the gathering storm —
. . . . . and hoping, in his heart, that he may be . . . . .. . . . . finally on his way home . . . . .. . . . . to a land of perfect freedom.
Postlude: Music of Chris Zabriskie and Scenes from Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Area, Colorado
[The stately instrumental music at the end of the video is “Prelude No. 13” from the album “Preludes” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0, and scenes from Pastorius Reservoir in Colorado.]
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
This blog has been added here … Link: “Compendium: My Childhood and Family, and Later Years,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled and published on 21 March 2020; republished on 29 March 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-haj ..
PHOTOS BY ALICE: FROM THE YEAR 2012
Image: “Rock at Cooper Falls,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Rock at Cooper Falls,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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Image: “Power Plant and Lowering Sky, Arizona,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Power Plant and Lowering Sky, Arizona,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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PHOTOS BY ALICE: COLORADO SCENES
Image: “Barbed Wire and Mountains”, by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Barbed Wire and Mountains”, by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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Image: “Dam Dike,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Dam Dike,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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Image: “Reservoir and Gold-and-Rainbow Sunlight,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Reservoir and Gold-and-Rainbow Sunlight,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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