I found these two images of Hammerfest, the northermost town in Norway. The word ‘Hammerfest’ means ‘big rocks’ and ‘fastening’, which is to say, it is a good place to moor boats.
It seems to me these images are like the transformation through the Light now coming in to Earth … death of the old, and promise of the New …
Image: “Hauen Funeral Chapel – The Only Building Left Standing in the Norwegian Town of Hammerfest After World War II,: by Manxruler, 24 March 2008, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hauen_Chapel_in_Hammerfest.jpg … This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.
Image: “Hauen Funeral Chapel – The Only Building Left Standing in the Norwegian Town of Hammerfest After World War II,: by Manxruler, 24 March 2008, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hauen_Chapel_in_Hammerfest.jpg … This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.
INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES: NORSE VIKING WIFE AND NORSE SAGAS
Here is the text-to-voice program I used … Link: “Natural Text Reader” … https://www.naturaltextreader.com/ … The voice of the Norsewoman is Norwegian, Anja (female), x-slow. The voice used as my own is English (US), Karen, slow.
I can remember being a woman amongst the Norsemen, long centuries ago. I was the wife of a Viking. It was in Scandinavia that our longhouse was built. It was in an area rather flat, shielded from the western winds by a rounded ridge of land running south to north and four times the height of a grown man.
The door to our longhouse was to the south, and it ran, a little like the ridge of land, from south to north, having been built 20 paces from it. Near the house were evergreen trees. The trees were twice as tall as our roundhouse, There were not too many of the trees, but for that land, deep in snow in wintertime, it was a nice setting in which to build a house.
I remember I was a sturdily built woman, not given too much to speech. I remember waiting, in my 30s, more than a year for my husband’s return from a raiding expedition. I remember how long winter was there, and how physically strong my young children and my family were; how able they were to resist the cold.
I can remember reading, in this current incarnation, the Norse myths. I recall reading about the Norse settlement of Greenland, and of the further Norse explorations of Newfoundland, and on down the Mississippi River, and also of their diminution in Greenland, and finally the deaths of the last Norse settlers there. As I read these stories, it was as if I remembered them happening to me.
It could be that these sagas were handed down from generation to generation amongst the Norsemen, and that I was a storyteller in that long-ago incarnation as a Viking woman.
I recall having the DNA of my family line checked through National Geographic, and finding out that my ancestral line came from Africa, passed through the Neanderthal settlements in Europe (and so, may have picked up some Neanderthal genes though intermarriage). Then it passed down through Norway to England, arriving there at about the time when William the Conqueror successfully overtook the British Isle. Thus it is possible that the memories I have may have had to do with an ancestor of mine, whose memories are stored in my own etheric or DNA template.
. . . . .
It is perhaps because of these incarnational or ancestral memories that I would like to go to Hammerfest one summer, and see what it is like there.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
The text in blue font has been added to … Link: “Tiny Anghologies: Incarnational Memories,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bCE ..
Citation: “The Norse Myths,” introduced and retold by Kevin Crossley-Holland, in The Pantheon Fairy Tale & Folkore Library, copyright 1980 by Kevin Crossley-Holland, ISBN 0-394-74846-8.
Here is a series on philosophy (also tagged consequentialism, leadership, groups, Wild West, right and wrong, morality, cults that kill, and killing cults) …
Link: “Philosophical Question 1: Does the Act of Meditation Pay for a Life of Crime?” by Alice B. Clagett, Published on 23 April 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-79e ..
Link: “Philosophical Question 2: Soul Wounding or Soul Clearing?” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 23 April 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-79k ..
Link: “Philosophical Question 3: Does Attaining Neutral Mind Absolve Immoral Acts?” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 23 April 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-79o ..
Link: “Philosophical Question 4: Career in White-Collar Crime?” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 24 April 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-79x ..
Originally published on 23 April 2017; extracted and published separately on 25 February 2020
Dear Ones,
You may have heard of an alien race of Reptilians that is said sometimes to be found on Earth, along with humans, and that is said to enslave humans? I am not so sure of this, as I have never seen any such beings. However, this is mentioned in various online accounts, and is also mentioned in Anna Merkaba’s book …
Citation: “Mission to Earth: A Lightworkers Guide to Self Mastery,” Anna Merkaba, 142 pp
My own take on the many stories about Reptilians has to do with antisocial personalities, who, I feel, might think of themselves as having been dropped down on Earth, amongst a people they cannot comprehend, by a God whom they must conceive as a merciless Being, because they cannot remember the many past actions, through many lifetimes, that have led them to their current state of alienation from their human nature.
Instead, it seems to me, an antisocial personality expresses himself in the world through his Reptilian brain; hence, I thought, giving rise to the many online stories about Reptilians. That is just my take on those stories, based mainly on the fact that I’ve never seen such a being.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
This blog has been extracted from … Link: “Philosophical Question 3: Does Attaining Neutral Mind Absolve Immoral Acts?” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 23 April 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-79o… and published separately on 25 February 2020
Other articles speak of them in glowing terms. What they speak of. however, is without doubt, entirely different from the astral stories and commanding astral voices that were, in the early days after the Shift, circulating round the noosphere. Here are some of the ‘pro’ articles …
Here is a photo (left) of my grandfather Royden Douglas Clagett, who passed on before I was born, and (right) of me at about 8 years of age. All my youth I wished I had known my father’s father, who had spent summers with my grandmother, my father, and my father’s six brothers on the farm across the road from my rural family home …
Image: My grandfather, Royden Douglas Clagett, who passed on before I was born, and me at about 8 years of age, compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 26 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: My grandfather, Royden Douglas Clagett, who passed on before I was born, and me at about 8 years of age, compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 26 January 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0
I straightened out the photos for the composite photo. In the original, his head was bent a little to the left, and mine was bent a little to the right. From his photo, it looks to me as if he may have raised his right eyebrow a little more than the left eyebrow; while I raise the left a little more than the right.
There is something about our eyes and way of feeling in these two photos that strikes me as similar; I cannot quite peg it.
Although my grandfather and I never met, I feel a Soul kinship with him even today.
In the astral realm early this morning I encountered an amazing subconscious inversion of the metaphor ‘She tore my heart out’ … meaning that a woman walked out on a man. Apparently there is an antisocial personality who, in his subconscious mind, thinks of himself as ‘she’.
He is a group leader of a ‘killing cult’, and as a ‘circle of one’ person, figures he is married to all the men and women in the group. This group leader has his own definition of family … crime family, in his case. His ‘family’ consists only of the men and women who are his ‘wives’ and loyal followers, a la Charles Manson.
He has his followers murder (‘euthanize’) their parents and give him their parents’ goods and money. According to the ‘astral airs’, In 2015 this practice of euthanasia extended to the general community where he lives, as he had his followers euthanize old men there for their real estate, goods and money, or else for a payback by money-strapped relatives. Then the community ran out of old men who might be euthanized.
He also euthanizes members of his group when they reach their 60s, as their earning ability for him diminishes by then, and he wants to redistribute their real estate, goods and money to others more profitable of his followers.
This group leader purportedly kills his woman followers’ babies in the womb through his psychic powers, or else has them killed in ‘blood sacrifice’ rituals after birth. I am guessing he may figure … if this is true … that natal family bonding might diminish the hold he has on his followers. Also, if it were true, it might be he would figure that it would be a long time before a newborn could contribute income to his ‘crime family’. At any rate, there are no children, and no old people in his group … according to the ‘astral airs’ … except for himself.
When a man threatens to leave his group, this group leader purportedly cuts off the potential betrayer’s penis and swallows it. Then he has that man dress as a woman and bring in capital for him as a sex worker (through whatever acts of sex remain to him in his altered state).
Getting back to the metaphor in the title of the blog: As the ‘astral airs’ will have it, when a woman threatens to leave this leader’s group, he thinks of the metaphor ‘She tore my heart out!” As aforestated, in his subconscious mind, this leader thinks of himself as a ‘she’. Thus his subconscious mind changes the meaning of the metaphor: It visualizes the leader tearing the heart out of the betraying woman follower.
That is in fact how it plays out time after time: A woman follower leaves the killing cult, or threatens to leave, or leaves and then comes back for a visit. The group grabs her, and on the dark of the moon, or on the full moon, in a forest clearing, mutilates her, ties her to a stake, and literally, physically, tears her heart out. Then the group leader and his wife drink her blood.
This is quite an interesting inversion of a subconscious metaphor, I feel. It is also an instance of the ‘physical form heresy’ …
Link: “The Physical Form Heresy,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 17 May 2017; revised on 11 October 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7cY ..
… and of ‘black communion’ or ‘black Mass’ of Satanic lore. I note, in passing, that the instances of physical form heresy in the cited link purport, on the astral airs, to be stories of ‘acting out’ and leader’s advice to followers by the same killing cult leader as is described in the current blog.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
See my blog categories: Grouping – leadership … Killing cults … Circle of one … Acting out … and … Antisocial personalities
Filmed on 18 December 2019; published on 23 December 2019
Previously titled: Tinsel Head: To Be or Not to Be? . a poem by Alice B. Clagett
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems
INTRODUCTION: SCRIMMAGES WITH A LOS ANGELES ‘BRUJO CULT’
ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: THE WHIRLING ‘CROWN OF THORNS’
On Appraising Miracles and Psychic Powers
Dark Attacks: The Lightning Bolt That Pierced My Third-Eye Point
Subsequent Visions on Days Commemorating the Group’s Saints
Other Teachers’ Advice About a Dark, Whirling Psychic ‘Crown of Thorns’
Transformation of One Thorn to the Light
Another Person’s Causal ‘Take’ on Transformation Through the Light
Faith in God: The Only Cure to Black Magic and Sorcerers’ Spells
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Tinsel Head: To Be or Not to Be? A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Dear Ones,
INTRODUCTION: SCRIMMAGES WITH A LOS ANGELES ‘BRUJO CULT’
This blog speaks to my experience in countering and overcoming psychic attacks by a Caucasian mind control cult here in the Los Angeles area.
On the astral plane I heard just Monday that the Latin American peoples of this valley where I live term these sorts of groups ‘brujo cults’ [sorcerer cults]. They say, on the astral plane, that there are ways of knowing which these are, so that a person will not be sideswiped by them on the astral plane …
This is very hopeful news, should it prove true, as the Caucasian peoples here in Los Angeles have lost what knowledge they once had of forestalling attempts at sorcery (or so it seems to me). It is possible there may be a priceless fund of information south of the border, and it may be that there is a way to discover it one day soon.
Meanwhile I offer my own experience with regard to a horrific psychic war a group of psychics undertook against me here in Los Angeles … a war that has lasted for more than 20 years. In retrospect it occurs to me that Darkworkers such as they perceive Lightworkers such as me to be vying with them for dominion over Earth … much as is erroneously conveyed in the movie “Good Omens” …
I say ‘erroneously’ because, from the perspective of the fifth dimension, life on Earth is all One, and the purpose of all beings here is to act on their own free will, and to learn to align their hearts and minds and will with the great Heart, the great Mind, and the great Will of God.
Life on Earth is not a battleground between good and evil, I feel, but rather a cinematographic adventure designed by our Ascension Teams to help us know God, and to learn the ways of the many paths of Light, love, and joy.
But for now, let us turn back to this tale of woe, this story of the efforts of a lone Christian woman to counter the psychic attacks of what seemed to be the ravening psychic horde … of her encounter and subsequent rough and tumbles with one of the greatest ‘brujo cults’ of the modern world. Here is one strand of that multifarious tale of psychic scrimmage …
ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: THE WHIRLING ‘CROWN OF THORNS’
On Appraising Miracles and Psychic Powers
I remember once, long years ago, I meditated with a group where ‘miracles’ and psychic powers were often conferred. At the same place I felt, for the first time in my life, a great deal of psychic turmoil near my energy field and coursing through the energy fields of other people; this turmoil I experienced as incursions of Dark, intelligent life forms. To put a blunt point upon it, demons seemed to dance over the heads of those upon whom psychic powers were conferred.
This was confusing to me, as I had understood, at my grandmother’s knee, while studying Christianity in early childhood, that miracles are conferred by God. In poring over the texts of the group where these paranormal events seemed to be transpiring … in hopes of an answer to my ponderings … I came across a statement by the group’s leader that psychic ‘visions’ are sometimes true and sometimes false, and that the serious spiritual student must needs exercise the utmost discretion in evaluating such psychic experiences.
Dark Attacks: The Lightning Bolt That Pierced My Third-Eye Point
As the years wore on, my perplexity at what seemed to be ever more frequent … ‘Dark Attacks’ deepened. I recall the first such incident had occurred, during a daytime group meditation. I had been sitting three rows back from the front of the altar, with a painting of the group’s teacher above me on the center of the wall above the altar.
That day, my ability to meditate seemed vastly deeper than it ever had before … although I had enjoyed some years of meditation in decades past. Everyone else who was meditating there that day seemed to be experiencing the same deep inner peace as well. That must … I then thought … be a good thing?
I recall that a beautiful young woman, with long dark wavy hair, walked up the aisle to my right, then to the step just before the painting, and threw herself on the floor face first, in a display of the most abject adoration.
Then, out of the blue, a searing bolt of psychic energy flew forth, seemingly, from the eyes of the painting of the teacher that hung above the altar. This lightning bolt pierced straight through my third-eye point, and then kept going, into and through the heart chakra of a more experienced meditator sitting about three rows behind me.
I was shocked. I turned to see who had gotten scorched. It was a young man, a stranger to me, who looked to be saintly, sitting behind me. He had risen up halfway out of his chair just then, with a look of mild shock on his face. As I looked, he slowly sat back down.
Behind him, at the roped off back of the meditation area, sat a pretty young woman meditator whom I later found was the young man’s fiancée. Standing in the aisle between the roped off seats and the main seats of the meditation room was a buxom middle-aged woman dressed in stately, modest dark-hued clothes.
Subsequent Visions on Days Commemorating the Group’s Saints
That then was the first vision I had while meditating with that group. But as the years wore on, I became aware that, during meditations on days when each of the group’s saints were commemorated, there would invariably be a psychic vision of the saint in the last few minutes of the meditation. This vision, it seemed to me, might have been experienced by all the meditating people.
It was the predictability of this vision that led me to a theory that these might be the ‘false visions’ of which their teacher spoke. Perhaps, I thought, they might even be a psychic lure or temptation offered by the Demonic Realm to induce people to join the group.
Could this be so? Having no experience in the psychic realms, I had no idea. Possibly, I thought, there might be an ‘inner sanctum’ of psychics in this group, who were creating the visions as a sort of mass hallucination?
Other Teachers’ Advice About a Dark, Whirling Psychic ‘Crown of Thorns’
Given the continuing presence of what seemed to be demons circling round my head in tiny batches of six … like a Dark, whirling ‘crown of thorns’ at the level of my third-eye point … I had to wonder what was up.
I was attending a different meditation group in West Los Angeles and in Durango, Colorado, in the summers during that time. I recall asking the group leader (during a class in which the circling ‘batches of six’ were especially annoying) who those whirling people were? I recall he said, at the time, with a disparaging look, that they were not people; they were not anything living.
I recalled another spiritual teacher told me he felt that anything within my energy field was mine to transform. If these were not living beings, then surely it would be ok to transform them to the Light?
Transformation of One Thorn to the Light
I recall driving down Route 160 one day, on the way from Durango to Bayfield, Colorado. The ‘crown of thorns’ was whirling around; to my dismay, it seemed to be accompanied by psychic howling.
The Incoming Light was particularly splendid that day, and that led me to concentrate my Awareness on my third-eye point, in hopes that it might be purified and transformed by the Light.
To my utter consternation, I heard a great screeching and screaming from one of the circling ‘non-beings’, and in a poof of Light, it disappeared. Now there were only five in my ‘crown of thorns’.
But what in Heaven’s name had just happened? I had to stop the car at the next turnout and try to figure it out. Turnouts are relatively scarce on that stretch of road, but I found one. Then I asked my Ascension Team what had happened. Team, in a descent of Light, allowed me to feel it was all for the good.
Another Person’s Causal ‘Take’ on Transformation Through the Light
But at the same time, in the causal realm, I heard from the young psychic man whose heart had been pierced in the original ‘vision’ that a psychic woman whom he respected as a mother figure had just then had a heart attack, or maybe a stroke, and that … he felt … I was the cause of this injury to her person.
There is always a question, with psychic phenomena: Are they true or false? Clearly the causal realm … which is confined to the third (physical) and fourth (astral) dimensions … is relatively false, compared to the fifth dimension (the Kingdom of God). From that stance, any causal statement is relatively false.
Further, what I heard might have been, not the thought-forms of another person, but rather my own misgivings, set forth in my own mind as if they were the thoughts of another person.
Or they might have been accurate representations of the beliefs of the person I thought I heard; yet the question might arise whether these beliefs were accurate.
Faith in God: The Only Cure to Black Magic and Sorcerers’ Spells
For all I know, the injurious physical event had not happened. But what if it had? If it had, then the meditation teacher who thought the ‘crown of thorns’ was composed of ‘non-beings’ would have been mistaken. For if transformation of one of these to the Light resulted in injury to a psychic woman, then that dot of circling Light must have been the very woman, or perhaps some enspelled or enspelling aspect of her beingness.
What manner of spell this might have been, I may never know. I am no adept of the Dark, nor had I knowledge of Black Magic, when what seemed to be my utmost peril befell me, and persisted round me for nigh on 20 years.
Yet I can say that, through faith in God, through aligning with His awesome Will and Heart and Mind, any temptation … any seeming manifestation of the Dark … may, in time, be overcome. For I found that, year after weary year, the nebulous, fearful grip of the Dark with great reluctance loosened, and the tenebrity of the astral air lightened and brightened around me.
This I may say about psychic powers: They are a great test of faith. They can be of the utmost detriment to our Soul evolution if we take pride in them, and if in arrogance and self-righteousness we use them to injure other people for the sake of our own selves or our own sect.
The only sanctuary for those tempted in this way is alignment of our will and heart and mind with those of God … visualizing in every instant His saving grace, which He may choose to manifest through our frail form, and despite our many failings, or which He may chose to manifest otherly. With that attitude we may strive towards Soul evolution despite the many trials our hearts must needs endure in this Earthly life.
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Tinsel Head: To Be or Not to Be?
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 18 December 2019
I shall wear tinsel on my head
And then by demons will be lead
Then by no one shalt be said
That my head is full of lead …
instead
They’ll bow down to me
[This poem takes the opposite of my own point of view.]
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
Image: “Tinsel Head,” self-portrait by Alice B. Clagett, 18 December 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Tinsel Head,” self-portrait by Alice B. Clagett, 18 December 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
See also Link: “Tiny Anthology: Funny Self-Portraits,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 4 February 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gjw ..
