In one sense, this video might be construed as depicting a man’s desire to force a woman to be an object to him. She must augment her breasts and lips, for instance. She must be just the right weight, and must dress just so. She must not speak. She must precisely obey him. She is like his musical instrument, that he may play, and then he may destroy her life force … turn it to dust …
That is the male Sadist’s or the Bondage and Discipline man’s daydream of sex, I feel, well portrayed in this film. Like the meaning of the name ‘Vashta Nerada’, which I see is ‘the shadows that melt the flesh’, the daydream of the Sadist’s or the Bondage and Discipline man’s shadow, his Soul wounding, longs to take pleasure in, and then destroy, the physical manifestation of another Soul.
I see from youtube that at least 46 thousand people (and counting) might be affected by this type of dense energy. For the Lightworker, alertness, avoidance of danger, and being present in Joy and Light and Love, in the present moment … in the Now … are very important qualities.
Here on New Earth, I see the shadow of the Sadist itself shall melt away, leaving the brighter Light of the perfect Soul. Till then, Dear Ones, stay safe, be well, and steer clear of those with such daydreams. If danger looms, declare …
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The above-referenced video pinpoints the male energy that must be avoided so as to stay safe till the prophesied Soul clearings take place.
In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett,
I Am of the Stars
Here is a video about my discovery many long years ago of a love letter written just after the Civil War. At the end of the video, after describing the scene where I made the discovery I read the letter. There is a Summary after the video.
Times then were like times now … full of chaos and change, through which we may win our way through faith in the future….
Once upon a time there was a great house in the country. The house was separated from the public road by a narrow stretch of woods sheltering a stream. The dirt road that led from the public road to the house skimmed along the near side of the woods for some distance, as if it were reluctant to offer the public a view; plunged into the woods, and ascended a gentle slope. Te slope, at the top of which the house stood, bore several minor structures: at the bottom, a corn crib; farther up, a tool shed; a barn all of worn wood with broken doors/ at the top and to the side of the house a building recently used as servants’ quarters, formerly a doctor’s office.
The house itself was surrounded by aged maples, elms and oaks. The dirt road ended at the rear of the house, and the lawn in front was overgrown with weeds that left burrs and beggars’ lice on trespassers. The bushes along the sides of the lawn were scarcely recognizable, without their leaves, as cultivated plants gone to wild.
The front door of the house, a massive wood-panelled structure cast to shade by the porch roof, was locked. To the left of the main door was a two-story wing of the house, with a smaller porch and door, unlocked.
Inside this door was a room that [had] served as a kitchen. There was a large fireplace with a tiled heart. Empty shelves lined the walls. A very old refrigerator held a half gallon preserve [jar] half full of large, tough string beans. They were pickled. They smelled foul.
A narrow stairway to the rear of the kitchen led to the servants’ sleeping quarters … two small, low-ceilinged rooms. Rubbish of all sorts covered the floor: Broken chairs and bedsprings, magazines, liquor and soda bottles, old clothing, a child’s doll. The planking and rafters of the roof formed the ceilings of the rooms.
In the left room the brick stack of the kitchen chimney protruded from the wall. The view from the windows gave on the maples in front and the wall of the main house to rear.
A door in the kitchen gave on a large, high-ceilinged room in the main house. Heavy, carved wood molding framed the doorways and the large, shuttered window.
Some of the floor planking had been removed, so that one picked one’s way carefully between black holes of undetermined depth into the room directly opposite. This was an enlarged hallway giving on the main door and sheltering a wide, banistered staircase. Under the staircase was a small closet with a wooden nail across, [and] an old grey coat on a rusty coat hanger.
Planks had been removed from the staircase at random, making it necessary to climb on the skeletal form of the stairs. The second-story landing was dimly lit by another large, shuttered window to the right. Between the window glass and the shutter nestled a family of large, grey bats. There were about twenty, the largest about eight inches long, the smallest babies, three inches long, nestled close to their upside-down mothers. Most were sleeping quietly. A few punctuated their search for lice in their fur with the characteristic, high-pitched squeak. Their wings were translucent grey in the light that filtered through the shutters. At close range, the delicate webbing of veins in the wings was visible.
The two rooms on the second floor, opposite and to the left of the stairway, had no planking on the floor. The floor rafters stood bare over the wood lathe supporting the plaster ceiling of the parlor and hall below.
The third floor, with identical but slightly lower-ceilinged rooms, had almost intact floors. In the room opposite the stairwell, old clothes cluttered the floor. The remains of a bureau stood in one corner. The shutters from one of the two windows had come undone, and the room was well lit.
The clothes in the room were of the last century; there were many faded dresses with floor-length skirts … voluminous folds of material. There was one pair of men’s trousers with black-and-white, striped suspenders. There were rolls of yellowing fancy lace two inches wide, in tended for embroidery of home-sewn dresses.
In the room to the left of the stairs, piles of rubbish were scattered about. The only light came from a small window giving onto the roof of the servants’ quarters. A trap door in the ceiling gave on a completely dark crawl space smelling of cedar. Groping revealed a few rough planks of lumber.
The trash on the floor of the bedroom was different from that in the servants’ quarters. The bottles here were hand-blown glass … Clear glass medicine bottles labeled ‘KELLUM’S sure cure for Indigestion & Dyspepsia’ … Faint blue bottles: ‘JOHN C. BAKER & Co. CITRATE OF MAGNESIA’; ‘HOOD’S SARSAPARILLA’ … Small, clear-glass bottles with grown glass stoppers … Dark green bottles without labels had tiny bubbles fused in the glass that sparkled before the light.\
No clothing in this room. Wooden and cardboard boxes filled with books published in the 18th [19th?] Century. A curious stack of almanacs printed on yellow paper like newspaper. Fashion magazines of the same kind of paper with [sketches] of women in dresses that humped and flared; high hairdos; large, ornate hats.
Scattered about the floor were pages of stationery covered with carefully graceful handwriting. Among the letters was an envelope containing a stiff yellow postcard with a photograph of a man and woman on the front …
Picture of a couple in old-fashioned clothes. The picture is on the front of a postcard. On the back of the postcard was the caption “Hilton & Mitchel Studios, So Carolina Ave, Broadway, Atlantic City, N.J.”
Picture of a couple in old-fashioned clothes. The picture is on the front of a postcard. On the back of the postcard was the caption “Hilton & Mitchel Studios, So Carolina Ave, Broadway, Atlantic City, N.J.”
The woman dressed like the women in the magazines, was seated. The man stood beside here with one elbow on the chair shoulder, foot propped on a stool, so that his bent knee, on which the other hand rested, was raised to a level midway between the woman’s hands, folded in her lap, and her bodice. The man’s hair was clipped short and slicked down. The man’s mouth wavered between a smile and indifference. The woman was smiling, with her head tilted slightly to one side. The angle was accentuated by her broad-brimmed hat, whose white feathers curved into the margin of the picture.
On the back of the postcard was the caption “Hilton & Mitchel Studios, So Carolina Ave, Broadway, Atlantic City, N.J.”
Here is the letter I found on the bedroom floor. I have left the spelling and punctuation as in the original, but I have changed the names of the two people in the letter to protect their identity …
Letter to Violet from Her Betrothed
Greensboro NC
April 29th 1865
My dear Violet
The long agony is over and the Confederacy is a failure. I am here with Johnston’s Army to be paroled, and expect to leave for Md on the 1st day of May – will travel on horse-back in company with a large number of ex-officers. our route will be through Richmond thence to Gordon’sville & on to the Potomac, will cross it opposite Poolesville in Montgomery County. If I meet with no unforeseen interruption, expect to reach home about the 20th. I will not now attempt a narrative of the painful & eventful scene of the closing days of our struggle. This will serve for many a long talk in “brighter & happier days”
Brad Johnston is here & may accompany me homeward, he has just informed me of a public meeting which was held in Cecil Co. Md to protest against & prevent the return of Marylanders who have taken part in the Rebellion. I hope the sentiments expressed by that meeting have but few advocates in the old State – Now my dear Violet, do write me a long letter giving me all the news & informing me what I may expect from the people of the State or rather those, who I must meet. I am prepared to meet any difficulty in an effort to be with you again, only let me know that the effort meets your approbation. I will return to you with a heart unchanged & a love as ardent & sincere as when we met. Thank God the privation & exposure incident to the life I have led for the last four years, has made but little impression upon my health, time has dealt jently & kindly with me & indeed I am happy in the hope of soon being able to redeem the promise long ago made you. Confiding so entirely in your constancy & affection I am really sure that you will “gladly welcome my return” Th future is full of hope for me, happy indeed will I be, when I can devote my time in contributing to your pleasure and enjoyment, to make you happy will indeed b happiness for me. Now that the Union is restored you can have no hesitation or difficulty in writing to me, as soon as I see home, I will seek you – let me know where you will be. Can I be welcome at your home
Be sure to write me & enclose in envelope sent. I will expect you to do so, please dont’ disappoint me. Remember me to your mother, cousin & all friends.
Ever Yours
Affectionately __
C. A. Hastings
Perhaps I may not be able to leave here so soon as the 1st in that event I will not reach home as early as the 20th I will write you again from Richmond – Be sure to write me & put it in an envelope directed to me, then enclose it in the envelope I send you – by so doing no one will know that you have written me –
In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett,
I Am of the Stars
Written and published on 28 July 2021 Location: San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, California
“I WELL CHERISH THE SOUL” by Rumi
“BELOVED,” by Alice B. Clagett
“THAT ONE,” by Alice B. Clagett
THE BALANCE OF THE MYSTIC: SERVICE TO SELF AND SERVICE TO OTHERS
A CATASTROPHIC PERSONAL CHOICE: MYSTICAL UNION WITH ONE OF THE NON-CHRISTED STAR RACES
CONCLUSION
Dear Ones,
Mystics down through the ages have spoken of the Beloved with whom they feel Divine union. Whether these mystics be female or male, when they speak of the Beloved, they term themselves the ‘wife’ of That One. Why is that? That is because they feel themselves to be totally immersed in the Beingness of the Divine.
Rumi, the Sufi whose mystical poetry is well known in the world today, has written many poems about his Beloved. Here is one such poem, in which he speaks of his own Soul that ‘has a perfume of’ his Beloved. In other words, we must know and cherish our own Souls, which are but weak mirrors of our handsome Beloved; it is through knowledge of our Souls that we may come to know God. Here is Rumi’s poem about it …
“I WELL CHERISH THE SOUL”
By Rumi
“I am a painter, a maker of pictures; every moment I shape a beauteous form,
And then in Thy presence I melt them all away.
I call up a hundred phantoms and indue them with a spirit;
When I behold Thy phantom, I cast them in the fire.
“Lo! I will cherish the soul, because it has a perfume of Thee.
Every drop of blood which proceeds from me is saying to Thy dust:
‘I am one colour with Thy love, I am a partner of Thy affection.’
In the house of water and clay this heart is desolate without Thee;
O Beloved, enter the house, or I will leave it.”
Image: “Mojave Desert 1: Trees at Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 February 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Mojave Desert 1: Trees at Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 February 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0
Long years ago, I wrote a poem about a vision I had of the Beloved, while I was looking at the sky in a rural setting in Espanola, New Mexico. I sensed, at the time, a feeling of longing for the Beloved, much like that I encountered in the poetry of Rumi …
“BELOVED”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett from the 1980s
I have seen him lie so still . . . dreaming on the dew-wet grass
and then again, curled like a wraith, . . . like mist, across the sleeping river.
and once he danced, . . . for pure springtime delight . . .. . . in clouds of yellow butterflies . . .. . .. . . around a silent desert bush.
and I have seen him warlike . . . stride over this noonday hill — . . .. . . homeward to greet me — . . .. . .. . . sun flamed in his hair!
By night he makes that far-flung . . . star-spun panorama of the sky . . .. . . a velvet cloak to clothe him
and even now, in this one frozen instant . . . — NOW — . . .. . . he leans to whisper in my ear:
–from Link: “Beloved,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written in the 1980s; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-l3f ..
In those years I wrote another poem about feeling a sense of union with the Beloved. This is a poem I like very much, even today …
“THAT ONE”
by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 1981
“That One Who, ages past, lit these stars . . . in a dark sky
And Who, in time to come, . . . shall snuff them out again
Who moved those mountains there . . . up from the cold earth
And stirs, like blue light, across the faces . . . of the holy congregation
Who shines in sunlight on the morning grass
Whispers to cicadas on the breeze
Runs with the horses in the field
And Who, Vast as He is, and Wonderful, . . . flows, like a river, . . .. . . through this warp of time and space
That One . . . dwells in my heart, . . . speaks to my soul with every breath I breathe
Day’s light, walks by my side …
Night’s guide, enfolds me.”
Image: “Arizona Mountains at Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Arizona Mountains at Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
–from Link: “That One,” by Alice B. Clagett, written in 1981 [posted as 1 January 1981]; filmed on 2 October 2014; published on 3 October 2014; published on 21 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jab ..
THE BALANCE OF THE MYSTIC: SERVICE TO SELF AND SERVICE TO OTHERS
Image: “Vignette to Chapter 30B of the Book of the Dead,” no machine-readable author provided, 14 April 2006, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Egypt_dauingevekten.jpg … public domain … DESCRIPTION: “A Section of Plate 3 from the Papyrus of Ani. The Papyrus of Ani is a version of the Book of the Dead for the Scribe Ani. Plate 3 contains half of the first (and longer) instance of Chapter 30B in Ani’s Book of the Dead. The title of Chapter 30B is: Chapter For Not Letting Ani’s Heart Create Opposition Against Him, in the Gods’ Domain.” … COMMENT: According to the myths of Ancient Egypt, the balance of the goddess Ma’at is used by the jackal-headed god Anubis to weigh the lightness of the heart of a human being at the moment of judgment after death.
Image: “Vignette to Chapter 30B of the Book of the Dead,” no machine-readable author provided, 14 April 2006, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Egypt_dauingevekten.jpg … public domain … DESCRIPTION: “A Section of Plate 3 from the Papyrus of Ani. The Papyrus of Ani is a version of the Book of the Dead for the Scribe Ani. Plate 3 contains half of the first (and longer) instance of Chapter 30B in Ani’s Book of the Dead. The title of Chapter 30B is: Chapter For Not Letting Ani’s Heart Create Opposition Against Him, in the Gods’ Domain.” … COMMENT: According to the myths of Ancient Egypt, the balance of the goddess Ma’at is used by the jackal-headed god Anubis to weigh the lightness of the heart of a human being at the moment of judgment after death.
When I think of the mystic Beloved, it is as if I am one with all that is … as if my personal self, my individuality, is merged in the ocean of oneness with The All. In that way it becomes evident to me the suffering of every being in the Universe is my own suffering as well. In the same way, the delight of every being in the Universe is my own delight. The mask of ego falls away; I become like a being wearing every mask of individuality. As well, I am a beingness from which every mask is stripped away. I am that faceless face, that One that is the All.
This merging with the All, standing as it does in endless empathy with every being in the Universe, carries with it the intention of what The Law of One (The Ra Material)” … https://www.lawofone.info/ … terms ‘Service to Others’, balanced with ‘Service to Self’, under the aegis of the goddess Ma’at, the keeper of the Law of Balance. Why is that? That is because my own self, my own Soul, as Rumi describes, is wife to the mystic Beloved. She is His beloved. Thus I cherish and uplift her, offer her what joys this life may bring, stand with her in awe of God’s love and Light. In the same way I blazon forth a path for other beingness, that they may know and see God’s love and Light and joy through me.
Thus for the mystic, there is a balance of Service to Others with Service to Self. Each of these, we feel, is beloved by the One Beloved. Insofar as we reflect Him, so may we be in relation to self and ‘other’ self.
A CATASTROPHIC PERSONAL CHOICE: MYSTICAL UNION WITH ONE OF THE NON-CHRISTED STAR RACES
Link: “Satan Exulting Over Eve,” by William Blake, 1795, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Satan_Exulting_over_Eve.jpg … public domain … COMMENT: Consider that the Demonic Realm, represented by the winged Satan hovering over the prostrate woman, may equate to the snake that tempted Eve in the Biblical Garden of Eden. I note that snakes are reptiles; thus the snake in the drawing to some degree equates to my description of the Reptilian Star Races that overlight the reptiles of Earth and that also overlight Reptoid human beings. These Reptoid humans are, in an astral sense, Hybrid humans whose social values conflict with the norm. In my blogs, I often describe Reptoids as anti-social personalities. In other blogs I characterize Reptoids as among those ‘obsessed’ or ‘possessed’ by the Demonic Realm. As many antisocial personalities, and many of the humans obsessed or possessed by demons are men, I take it the prostrate female form in the image might as likely be a man as a woman, the point of the image then being that he or she has been ‘bound down’ or enslaved by the Reptilian Star Races (alternately known as Satan, ruler of the Demonic Realm).
Link: “Satan Exulting Over Eve,” by William Blake, 1795, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Satan_Exulting_over_Eve.jpg … public domain … COMMENT: Consider that the Demonic Realm, represented by the winged Satan hovering over the prostrate woman, may equate to the snake that tempted Eve in the Biblical Garden of Eden. I note that snakes are reptiles; thus the snake in the drawing to some degree equates to my description of the Reptilian Star Races that overlight the reptiles of Earth and that also overlight Reptoid human beings. These Reptoid humans are, in an astral sense, Hybrid humans whose social values conflict with the norm.
In my blogs, I often describe Reptoids as anti-social personalities. In other blogs I characterize Reptoids as among those ‘obsessed’ or ‘possessed’ by the Demonic Realm. As many antisocial personalities, and many of the humans obsessed or possessed by demons are men, I take it the prostrate female form in the image might as likely be a man as a woman, the point of the image then being that he or she has been ‘bound down’ or enslaved by the Reptilian Star Races (alternately known as Satan, ruler of the Demonic Realm).
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There is another, lower form of union that circumvents ego and results in enslavement to a sliver of Godness that worships ‘Service to Self’. That sliver of Godness is well represented by the Reptilian and Insectian Star Races, which act as devas to overlight the development of the reptile and insect kingdoms of Earth.
In the same way that there are lizards and preying mantises amongst the animals of Earth, there are human beings who choose not the human social values of overlighting Christ consciousness beings of Light, but rather the reptilian and insect social values of the Reptilian and Insectian Star Races. The former I term humanoid humans; the latter I term reptoid and insectoid humans.
It is easy to see that reptoid and insectoid humans find themselves always at war with humanoid humans on both the physical and the astral planes. This warfare cannot but persist because the fundamental social values of these sets of human beings are very different, the one from the other …
Image: “A Minister Extraordinary Taking Passage,” author unknown, 1833, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:A_minister_extraordinary_taking_passage.png … public domain … DESCRIPTION: “The second of two prints surrounding the scandalous trial of Methodist minister Ephraim K. Avery for the brutal murder of factory girl Sarah Maria Cornell. (See ‘A Very Bad Man,’ no. 1833-13). Contrary to Weitenkampf’s suggestion that the print relates to Andrew Jackson, it is actually visionary portrayal of Avery transported to damnation by demons. Avery has departed the scene of his crime (left) where his victim, now expired, still hangs strangled from a post. Her shoes, kerchief, and a note reading ‘If I am missing enquire of the Revd. Mr…’ lay nearby. As monsters fly overhead, Avery is rowed toward a shore at right where an inferno blazes and a man is boiled in a cauldron. Avery appears again in the upper right, being forcibly led toward a precipice.” … COMMENT: This is an old-fashioned depiction of the association between demons and human beings, as demonically inspired social values take their toll on people who so choose, in terms of punishment by the laws of society, and in terms of social censure.
Image: “A Minister Extraordinary Taking Passage,” author unknown, 1833, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:A_minister_extraordinary_taking_passage.png … public domain … DESCRIPTION: “The second of two prints surrounding the scandalous trial of Methodist minister Ephraim K. Avery for the brutal murder of factory girl Sarah Maria Cornell. (See ‘A Very Bad Man,’ no. 1833-13). Contrary to Weitenkampf’s suggestion that the print relates to Andrew Jackson, it is actually visionary portrayal of Avery transported to damnation by demons. Avery has departed the scene of his crime (left) where his victim, now expired, still hangs strangled from a post. Her shoes, kerchief, and a note reading ‘If I am missing enquire of the Revd. Mr…’ lay nearby. As monsters fly overhead, Avery is rowed toward a shore at right where an inferno blazes and a man is boiled in a cauldron. Avery appears again in the upper right, being forcibly led toward a precipice.” … COMMENT: This is an old-fashioned depiction of the association between demons and human beings, as demonically inspired social values take their toll on people who so choose, in terms of punishment by the laws of society, and in terms of social censure.
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I am pleased to be able to offer a visual representation of the difference in values that occurs when a person chooses, for instance, the reptoid set of social values. In essence, that person exists in mystic Union with a member of the Reptilian Star Races who honors as his highest social value Service to Self. The Self, in this instance, is that Reptilian being, and not the reptoid human who serves him. If you click the link you may see this memorable representation of enslavement of a human being to a Reptilian …
The beautiful woman in this image, intuition tells me, is not a woman but a man … a black magicker who has offered complete subservience to the evil-looking, grimacing red being that grasps her in his claws. In order to become adept at the Black Arts, this male sorcerer … depicted as the shapely woman in the image … has let the demon lift his feet right off the Earth. He is no longer a grounded human being. His head is in the astral realms; his thoughts are one with those of his Reptilian overlord. In a trancelike state, he succumbs to a hideous monster that would like no better than to destroy him.
Whether that reptoid human is a man or a woman, the Union with the Reptilian overlord is that of the human as ‘wife’ to the sliver of Godness which dominates the human’s every action. In a theological context, the Reptilian overlord is termed a ‘demon’ or a ‘devil’; though I caution that the Biblical references to these beings do not offer careful distinctions amongst the many super-human members of the non-Christed Star Races overlighting some of the beings on Earth.
How do these Reptilian Star Race members manage to enslave so many human beings? How is it that so many humans here on Earth find themselves in that cold, merciless embrace? The answer, I feel, can be found here …
Link: “How Do Predators Hypnotize Their Prey?” by Alice B. Clagett, begun on 31 May 2018; published on 26 June 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-9sy ..
CONCLUSION
Image: “V0046085 Buddha, resisting the Demons of Mara,” Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images, images@wellcome.ac.uk … http://wellcomeimages.org … DESCRIPTION: Buddha, resisting the Demons of Mara, who are attempting to prevent him from attaining enlightenment, as the angels watch from above. Lithograph … 1800-1900 Published: – Copyrighted work available under Creative Commons Attribution only license CC BY 4.0 … http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ ..
Image: “V0046085 Buddha, resisting the Demons of Mara,” Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images, images@wellcome.ac.uk … http://wellcomeimages.org … DESCRIPTION: Buddha, resisting the Demons of Mara, who are attempting to prevent him from attaining enlightenment, as the angels watch from above. Lithograph … 1800-1900 Published: – Copyrighted work available under Creative Commons Attribution only license CC BY 4.0 … http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ ..
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As humans, we cannot but long to escape from the box of individuality, from the mask of ego, into a greater Union. Some seek this in the pleasures of the flesh; others in a chaste and enduring marriage to another human being; others in mystic Union with the Divine; and some … God help them! … in union with beings such as that depicted in the above image.
The lesson of the above artwork is this, I feel: Choose wisely, that into whose beingness you will merge! Choose good over bad; kindness over cruelty; love over hatred; a balanced life over a life of excess; law abidingness over outlawry; upliftment of humankind over its grinding under the heel of some supernatural jackal, some evil off-world sorcerer, some mind-controlling false prophet; some being bent on your degradation in the eyes of your fellow man so as to stoke its own grim humor.
Choose life over death; Light over Dark; joy over sorrow; love over cruel craft. Choose the greater Wisdom, not the lesser one. In this, your one Life, choose your own highest Good.
In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett,
I Am of the Stars
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Here is a short video about responding to curses with a blessing of grace. There is a Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.
I learned this just now … If a man curses you as you lie at rest, you can say: “May this bad karma not return to him, but instead be dissolved through God’s great grace.”
If it is a woman you can say: : “May this bad karma not return to her, but instead be dissolved through God’s great grace.”
In that way your heart … your own heart … becomes more like the heart of Christ. And the karma of the curse is dissolved through God’s grace.
I heard a great Bible story today called the “Parable of the Tares.” The story is about a man who sowed wheat in his field. But while he slept an enemy came and sowed ‘tares’ or weeds among the wheat, then crept off …
When the servants of the man found out about the ‘tares’ they wanted to pull them up. But the man thought that might injure the good wheat that was growing in the field. Instead, the man asked his servants to let both grow together till the harvest. Then at that time the reapers would pull up the tares first, bundle them, and burn them. The wheat, which would be all that was left in the field, might then be gathered into the man’s barn …
Matthew 13:24-30 (KJV, public domain)
24 “Another parable put he forth unto them, saying, The kingdom of heaven is likened unto a man which sowed good seed in his field:
25 “But while men slept, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat, and went his way.
26 “But when the blade was sprung up, and brought forth fruit, then appeared the tares also.
27 “So the servants of the householder came and said unto him, Sir, didst not thou sow good seed in thy field? from whence then hath it tares?
28 “He said unto them, An enemy hath done this. The servants said unto him, Wilt thou then that we go and gather them up?
29 “But he said, Nay; lest while ye gather up the tares, ye root up also the wheat with them.
30 “Let both grow together until the harvest: and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn.”
When I heard the sermon about the Parable of the Tares, the pastor made a very good point that we must stay awake all the time … insofar as we may … so as to prevent the Enemy (which to my way of thinking means Satan and his works) from contaminating or polluting the good fruits of our Christian labors. The pastor explained how easy it is to slip into a state of sleep, even in the daytime. He explained how important it is to be awake and saying our prayers, instead of sleeping through church services.
I also thought of how The Enemy enters our dreams at night, with thoughts we Christians feel to be wholly foreign to us. From that I imagined how important it must be to counter these inimical thought forms and nightmarish dreams with a good prayer on arising every morning. That way, I feel, we may strive to stunt the growth of whatever that stealthy, dark and evil being may sow in our psyches while we dream on, all unaware of his endeavors.
I had some other ideas about this Parable that I would like to mention here. For instance, one might feel the Parable expresses there are both good and evil men in the world, whom God (the householder in the Parable) allows to dwell together on Earth. Then one might interpret that on the Day of Judgment … which many Christians feel will come to pass during the Ascension process … God will winnow the wheat from the tares, so that some people will be cast into the fires of Hell, and others will be gathered into the Holy Congregation that He shelters near Him.
There are Ascensioneers who agree with this idea. They feel … or used to feel, until the year 2012 … that only a portion of human beings would Awaken to Christ Consciousness, to the ‘Fifth Dimension’, during the Ascension process. Back then, they thought that other human beings would go through another long cycle of Earthly experiences before their Souls were ready and eager to go through an Ascension process to take place in the distant future.
Then at about the time of The Shift in 2012, quite a few Ascensioneers began to feel that Earth herself was arising and awakening, and that all the beings on her, within her, or above her, were also inevitably becoming more refined in energy and consciousness … that there would be no exceptions, either through enduring the Ascension process, or through death, to what some Christians call the Tribulation.
This is what the Ascensioneers think of as ‘burning away of the ‘dross’; of the ‘malware’ installed by The Enemy, and which is foreign to our true nature; or as dissolving of the Soul wounding encountered during our Earthly experiences. Everyone on Earth, they felt, was taking part in the Ascension process. Everyone’s energy field was being upgraded from one sort of energy so that it would include a more refined sort of energy. That was because we children of Earth, they felt, could not but follow closely in her footsteps.
……………….. Sidebar: Prep Work for the Refiner’s Fire
The fire of refinement of our energy field as we enter the Fifth Dimension might seem a fearful notion, or we might ready ourselves for the experience with a feeling of faith, and of hope in a New Tomorrow.
Whether we experience fear or joy, whether we feel a burning sensation … as is oft mentioned in Christianity as being ‘the woeful fires of Hell’ … or whether we feel blissful upliftment … pictured in the Christian world as standing at the right hand of Christ, near the Throne of God … depends on how we prepare ourselves emotionally for the Ascension process.
The video below offers an example of prep work for a pleasing experience of energetic refinement during Ascension …
I feel the idea that all human beings will be marching along together, in ‘lock step’, during the Ascension process to be a little misleading, a little facile, considering the theories of Multitemporality and Multidimensionality I and other Ascensioneers have channeled.
Surely on an Earth whose fundaments are free will and the All, in a Universe comprising many alternate timelines, many alternate dimensions, many alternate realities, there must be the longer ‘Ascension ride’ for those whose Souls are eager to acquire greater wisdom through physical experience in the third dimension, and through astral experience in the fourth dimension, while on the way to greater understanding of Christ Consciousness in the fifth dimension … must there not?
Given the theories of Multitemporality and Multidimensionality, there is ample leg room for each of us to experience this grand sweep of the Ascension process … a time-space continuum that suits each of us to a tee. Yet in our own optimum Awareness timeline and dimension, there may be many other seeming human forms whose Awareness timeline and dimension is not our own.
To us, they may seem to be sleepwalking through the Ascension process. It may seem to us that they have ‘missed the boat’. In reality, though, it may be that they are wide awake and ascending, here on Earth, in a space-time continuum that is slightly different from our own.
Yet through God’s mysterious wonders, I feel we may all emerge in the realm of Christ Consciousness at what may seem to our human sensibilities to be exactly the same moment. That is because the Fifth Dimension exists beyond Time and Space, in the Eternal Now. Thus we may anticipate we will all be together, in one grand instant, in the presence of Christ in His great glory.
From my fellow Ascensioneers I hear that, from that Eternal Now, He may teach us to dip into this timeline or that … into this dimension or that … so that we and our fellow Ascensioneers may once more enjoy Earthly life, through His Will, and by His Grace. But in so doing, we might always remember that Eternity from which we descend into the Earth realms, and that Grace on whose wings we flit through the halls of time and space, however briefly.
Filmed and published on 23 July 2021
Location: Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area, California
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
“Saint Patrick’s Breastplate”
Dear Ones,
Here is a narration of the ancient Irish ‘lorica’, or prayer of protection, which is aptly named “Saint Patrick’s Breastplate.” There is a Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
“Saint Patrick’s Breastplate”
Translated by Kuno Meyer, 1890, Public Domain
Narrated and Filmed by Alice B. Clagett . 2
CC BY-SA 4.0
“I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness
Of the Creator of Creation.
“I arise today
Through the strength of Christ’s birth with His baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion with His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection with His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgement of Doom.
“I arise today
Through the strength of the love of the Cherubim,
In the obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels,
In the hope of the resurrection to meet with reward,
In the prayers of patriarchs,
In prediction of prophets,
In preaching of apostles,
In faith of confessors,
In innocence of holy virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.
“I arise today
Through the strength of heaven;
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendour of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth,
Firmness of rock.
“I arise today
Through God’s strength to pilot me:
God’s might to uphold me,
God’s wisdom to guide me,
God’s eye to look before me,
God’s ear to hear me,
God’s word to speak to me,
God’s hand to guard me,
God’s way to lie before me,
God’s shield to protect me,
God’s host to save me,
From snares of devils,
From temptation of vices,
From every one who shall wish me ill,
Afar and anear,
Alone and in a multitude.
I summon today all these powers between me and those evils,
Against every cruel merciless power that may oppose my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of women and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man’s body and soul.
“Christ to shield me today,
Against poisoning, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So there come to me abundance of reward.
“Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise, Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every one who speaks of me,
Christ in the eye of every one who sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.
“I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness
Of the Creator of Creation.” Amen
. . . . .
That is “Saint Patrick’s Breastplate,” a prayer on arising in the morning. This is a prayer of protection of the old sort. It was often used in Ireland in the early days of Christianity. I hope it will protect you as it does me.
This prayer is “Saint Patrick’s Breastplate.” translated by Kuno Meyer in 1890. I offer it to you today, in your passage through the Ascension, to help during influxes of Incoming Light, for protection against Dark Attacks and what they call ‘smash and grab’ attacks. I think it works wonderfully well …
“I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness
Of the Creator of Creation.
“I arise today
Through the strength of Christ’s birth with His baptism,
Through the strength of His crucifixion with His burial,
Through the strength of His resurrection with His ascension,
Through the strength of His descent for the judgement of Doom.
“I arise today
Through the strength of the love of the Cherubim,
In the obedience of angels,
In the service of archangels,
In the hope of the resurrection to meet with reward,
In the prayers of patriarchs,
In prediction of prophets,
In preaching of apostles,
In faith of confessors,
In innocence of holy virgins,
In deeds of righteous men.
“I arise today
Through the strength of heaven;
Light of sun,
Radiance of moon,
Splendour of fire,
Speed of lightning,
Swiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stability of earth,
Firmness of rock.
“I arise today
Through God’s strength to pilot me:
God’s might to uphold me,
God’s wisdom to guide me,
God’s eye to look before me,
God’s ear to hear me,
God’s word to speak to me,
God’s hand to guard me,
God’s way to lie before me,
God’s shield to protect me,
God’s host to save me,
From snares of devils,
From temptation of vices,
From every one who shall wish me ill,
Afar and anear,
Alone and in a multitude.
I summon today all these powers between me and those evils,
Against every cruel merciless power that may oppose my body and soul,
Against incantations of false prophets,
Against black laws of pagandom,
Against false laws of heretics,
Against craft of idolatry,
Against spells of women and smiths and wizards,
Against every knowledge that corrupts man’s body and soul.
“Christ to shield me today,
Against poisoning, against burning,
Against drowning, against wounding,
So there come to me abundance of reward.
“Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit down,
Christ when I arise, Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of every one who speaks of me,
Christ in the eye of every one who sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.
“I arise today
Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
Through belief in the threeness,
Through confession of the oneness
Of the Creator of Creation.”
God bless you all, and keep you safe.
Credits
“Saint Patrick’s Breastplate”
Translated by Kuno Meyer
1890, Public Domain
Narrated and Filmed
by Alice B. Clagett
CC BY-SA 4.0
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