You may recall the term ‘image words’ which I have described before as the language of the subconscious mind …
Link: “‘Image Words’: The Vocabulary of the Subconscious Mind,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 25 May 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cS5 ..
I have come across a potentially physically dangerous image word that contributes to the recent phenomenon I term ‘virtual reality psychosis’. That is the words ‘follow’ and follower’ that are used for subscriptions to websites. (WordPress and Youtube are two of many such sites.)
Apparently these terms are creating in the subconscious minds of the followers and of the people being followed the image of one person pursuing or stalking another person.
That people are carrying around handhelds with them makes the notion of ‘following’ seem physical as well: One person posts a blog or comment, and then notice of this action appears on the follower’s handheld. It may seem as if the follower is being ‘followed’ in the physical realm by the blogger because he or she is needing to read messages on the handheld. In other words, he or she is being ‘followed about’ by messages from the blogger.
Over the years, I have run across several instances of people who are very ‘plugged in’ ‘following’ me in the physical realm. To me it seemed like physical ‘stalking’, as if their subconscious mind was reading my subconscious mind and queuing in on where I was headed, then passing by me in that location, without the conscious mind logging onto the physical encounter.
There were a series of odd occasions on which it seemed to me that various people might have been stalking me; yet though danger was sensed, nothing bad ever happened …
Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: Fatal Dungeons and Dragons Game?” by Alice B. Clagett, partially excerpted on 23 April 2020 from blogs filmed on 15 March 2018 and on 20 November 2016; revised on 11 June 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-hHF ..
It was almost as if these people’s subconscious minds were tangled up and glommed together in an imagined game of ‘Fatal Dungeons and Dragons’ … which my subconscious mind logged onto. I would see the cars of the people, or the people themselves, in incongruous, widely dispersed settings. Intuitively, I would sense the need for caution. Yet nothing came of these events; like wisps of smoke, the encounters would take place on the physical plane; and then within an hour the cars and the people would disperse. It was just exceedingly odd … unfathomable, really.
There have been more and more such odd encounters in the last two years. It is as if the ‘stalkers’ or ‘followers’ do not consciously recognize me, although I may know them. It is almost as if they were subconsciously ‘acting out’ in a fugue state. For instance, this man that I knew from prior acquaintance passed me twice in as many days, in locations far apart, yet he did not recognize me …
Link: “The Stalker: Encounter with a Multiple Personality?” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 9 July 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-dyb ..
In one such instance, with a different person, I walked up to them. They did not recognize me at all, although I had been their acquaintance for a long time. There was no one else around. It was as if they were staring into space before them. I was there, right in front of them, but they did not see me. Yet when I got to about 3 feet in front of them, and accosted them, they ‘snapped out of it’.
In another instance I recall I was in a remote area of the Arizona Desert … somewhat lost, but not very much so. By luck, at an intersection I found a service station with wi-fi. Just as I got there my cell phone rang. The person calling was someone I knew, but not someone who had ever called me before or since. Intuition told me the person had fallen into a ‘stalking’ mode, and was attempting to triangulate my position for GPS geolocation. I could tell from the tone of voice … which I characterize as ‘cat about to eat the canary’ … that if I kept talking my geolocation might be determined, and this might not result in anything good for me. So I said goodbye quickly.
Along the same lines, I remember walks in the Santa Monica Mountains in 2017 and 2018, where I was carrying my cell phone. Why I should do so is a good question, as cell phone reception is almost always compromised in remote locations in the mountains, and that would be where I would be most in need of cell phone transmission, for lack of people passing by, in case of a fall.
At any rate, during those years I carried my cell phone on mountain walks. Almost every time I went for a walk I would hear a ‘pingback’. I surmised these pingbacks had to do with geolocation, and intuition told me someone was hoping to involve me in an imaginary stalking scenario. Why would that be? It seems to me the internet ‘following’ is causing this imaginary stalking game to occur.
I recall in 2019 I decided the psychic chase was by far not my cup of tea, and I stopped carrying my cell phone on mountain walks. Then one of my acquaintances casually asked if I were still using my cell phone, and by that I got my ‘make’ for the psychic stalking game I had been encountering.
Here is another instance: For years now, my home phone rings daily with one of three sales messages. I have tried by every available means to make the messages stop; unsuccessfully so, until I tried using a whistle. Here is the question: What would be in it for the salesman, to be constantly harassing people about home improvements and ways to abate utility costs, after the people say they are not interested? It seems to me this could be another form of ‘stalking’ created by the ‘follow’ image word.
Then there is the ‘actor impersonator’ phenomenon that I have encountered on 5 occasions since 2015. In the first four instances, I feel it could have been just a case of mistaking the identities of strangers as being people I know. But in the most recent instance, which occurred only a month or so ago, it was clearly an ‘actor impersonator’ phenomenon …
I was in the parking lot of my church about mid-day. I was going to sit under the tent where church services are held; I noticed a man sitting in about the middle of the tent. I went up to greet him, and noticed he was made up to look like a man I knew: Almost identical body type, same height, same age, but with an odd, blonde wig on, with hair that curled up from his shoulders. His voice was quite different from that of my acquaintance, and his tone, unlike that of my acquaintance, was somewhat derogatory or ‘blaming’. In addition, he had strikingly odd ‘painted on,’ dark brown eyebrows that looked like this (or the reverse of this) …
Drawing: “Actor Impersonator with Blonde Wig and Striking, Stippled Black Eyebrows,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 December 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0
Drawing: “Actor Impersonator with Blonde Wig and Striking, Stippled Black Eyebrows,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 December 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0
Drawing: “Actor Impersonator with Blonde Wig and Striking, Stippled Black Eyebrows,” drawn and colorized by Alice B. Clagett, 28 December 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0 … COMMENT: This drawing reminds me of the Pleiadian Raiders.
Drawing: “Actor Impersonator with Blonde Wig and Striking, Stippled Black Eyebrows,” drawn and colorized by Alice B. Clagett, 28 December 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0 … COMMENT: This drawing reminds me of the Pleiadian Raiders.
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What could possibly be more odd that that, I ask! When I walked up to him, he said his name was ‘Tim’ and that he had been going to the Sunday services at the church for about two years. While he talked, he was looking at the handheld in his lap, as if he were reading a movie script. I had a feeling there was likely a person named Tim who had been attending Sunday services, but that maybe this unusual person might not be that same Tim. If that were so, then what might explain his odd appearance there? Could the ‘actor impersonator’ phenomenon perhaps be a takeoff on the game of stalking or following, I wonder?
Here are variations on the theme: I recall an instance in 2011, or thereabouts, when an acquaintance decided I was a drug dealer out to get him; and in about the year 2018, another case where a group of acquaintances decided I was a CIA agent out to get them. Why would these hard-to-shake instances of paranoia be occurring in people I had known to be completely sane in years past? I gather it might be another manifestation of a sense of helpless panic caused by the ‘follow’ image word.
Thus I gather that the image word ‘follow’ must be part of the current virtual reality psychosis that many appear to be experiencing. And a very important part, as it may result in stalkings and murders on the physical plane. For instance, there is a chance that a habit of viewing movies to do with stalking might ratchet up to stalking human beings because of the extra ‘umph’ added by the ‘follow’ phenomenon. As well, during hunting season there is a chance that stalking deer might ratchet up to stalking human beings because of the ‘follow’ phenomenon, I feel.
I am guessing we do not need to be nearly so ‘hooked up’ or ‘plugged in’ as modern culture surmises. It could be, for instance, that the astral stories that have been so prevalent in my mini-noosphere … and those of others with whom I have spoken … and the ‘glom effect’ that can cause violent astral scenes, may be partly caused by our being too ‘plugged in’, by ‘following’ and being ‘followed’ by too many other people.
To be on the safe side, for the time being, I have eliminated ‘following’ as an option for my website. The minute I did so, the astral stories and psychic hullabaloo I experienced over the four-day Christmas holiday abated. Time will tell whether this welcome change will be long-lasting.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
The two drawings above have been added here … Link: “Tiny Anthologies: Diverse Drawings 10,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled and published on 8 March 2022 and following … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-qzv ..
In the year 2015 I vacationed in Durango, Colorado. For some while I had had an uneasy feeling I was being stalked. In the years 2009 and on, as I grieved over my mother’s death, it had been a vague feeling, an occasional heads up, to be very aware of my surroundings and whether there might be dangers to avoid.
But that year in Durango, it became a clear and present concern. It became evident to me I was being hunted by a serial killer … or so it seemed to me at the time. Why I had been marked, and who the stalker was, remained a mystery. It could be there never is a rational reason for such a thing.
The events that unfolded for me in 2015 through 2017 were ably and uncannily portrayed the following year in the movie “Unsane,” which mirrored the stark terror and sense of remorseless pursuit I felt as the intended victim of a serial killer …
I guess it must have been that stalking by serial killers was ‘in the air’ during those years 2015 through 2017, and that the 2018 movie helped clear the astral airs and settle the Dark energy thread I had been sensing. Whatever the context, here is my tale of some of my ‘close encounters’ during those years …
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ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: SIGHTING AT NAVAJO STATE PARK IN COLORADO top
I was at Navajo State Park southeast of Durango, Colorado, a place I often visited. I sighted a man who seemed to be wearing a beard he had fabricated of public hairs. When he drove into the parking lot of the less developed campground there, I felt a sense of mortal peril, and quickly took evasive action. Here is the spine-tingling tale …
Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Man With the Pubic Hair Beard,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 30 January 2019; revised on 11 June 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bvu ..
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ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: SIGHTING IN GRANTS, NEW MEXICO top
That was not the first time I had run into the man with the pubic hair beard. Prior to that I had spotted him in the parking lot of a Motel 6 in Grants, New Mexico.
He was sitting in one of two big, brightly colored road maintenance vehicles, each used to haul two backhoes maybe orange in color. He was wearing a fake, black, bushy goatee. It seemed to me that I recognized him from several other occasions; he seemed to be someone I had met, only wearing an improbable disguise and sitting in an equally improbable vehicle.
As I recall, that was on 18 June 2015; I was on my way to Espanola, New Mexico, for the summer solstice celebration there. I called right away and informed law enforcement in Grants about my concern, but by the time they got to the motel, the road equipment and the man with the fake black goatee were gone.
Why the people and equipment would have taken off in the late afternoon, I do not know. I usually do the opposite; I arrive at a motel in late afternoon with intent to spend the night. Mysterious stuff was going on.
I recall two other vehicles disappeared from the Motel 6 parking lot simultaneous with the road maintenance vehicles late that afternoon … one was a pickup truck holding a dune buggy. Another was a sedan with Los Angeles license plates that had been parked by a man or men renting the motel room just beneath that which I had priorly booked. The Los Angeles sedan was, as I recall, the only vehicle parked on that side of the building when I checked in. Could be it was a rental car; and most likely this was a just a coincidence …
Image: “Kia Sedan License Plate 7LBC852 Parked Beneath the Motel 6 Room I Booked in Grants, New Mexico,” by Alice B. Clagett, 18 June 2015 … CC BY-SA 4.0 … COMMENT: I checked this license plate online in about 2019; my source stated that the license plate was not registered to anyone.
Image: “Kia Sedan License Plate 7LBC852 Parked Beneath the Motel 6 Room I Booked in Grants, New Mexico,” by Alice B. Clagett, 18 June 2015 … CC BY-SA 4.0 … COMMENT: I checked this license plate online in about 2019; my source stated that the license plate was not registered to anyone.
See also … Link: “Ascension Cautions: For Those Who Feel They Have Been Viewing a Virtual Reality Show,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 24 July 2021; revised on 23 March 2023 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-o6X ..
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ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: THE ROCKING BUS WITH THE GIZMOS ON TOP top
After the road maintenance vehicles had left the Motel 6 parking lot, a converted schoolbus pulled into their spot alongside the motel fence. I could see the vehicle from the window of the second-floor motel room to which I had changed. It was painted oddly … was it blue, or grey? … The windows were painted over too. On the roof of the bus were several disc-shaped gizmos about four feet in diameter.
Later in the evening I had the oddest feeling of inhospitable incoming energy waves. I wondered if the gizmos on the bus might be emitting short-wave energy? Why would that possibly be, I wondered? Were they broadcasting something, maybe? Looking out the window of my room, I could see the school bus bouncing … bouncing?! … up and down. I thought I could hear the muffled voices of women chanting inside the bus. There was a thickish ‘shimmer’ of energy in the air above the bus. How surpassingly strange this was!
The next day I headed off to Espanola, New Mexico, intending to participate in the 3HO Summer Solstice event that takes place every year there. I recall I got to my location uneventfully. The parking lot is a high desert meadow; when I parked there I noticed the same bus with the inverted discs on top of it, parked in the lot.
That was a heads up for me, and a first in the many years I had been to the Summer Solstice event. It turned out to be a reasonable omen, as a Dark Attack unfolded in the next hour that made me forfeit my event fee in favor of timely escape to safety …
Link: “Summer Solstice 2015: A Mahabharata Vision,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 21 June 2015; revised on 25 November 2017 and 23 April 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6KQ … see the heading: A MAHABHARATA VISION AT SUMMER SOLSTICE 2015
The incident I described in the blog section “A MAHABHARATA VISION AT SUMMER SOLSTICE 2015” may have had to do with the painted bus with gizmos on the roof. That explanation seems quite a reach to me, though. I prefer the notion of a solar event … maybe a strong solar wind, or an incoming coronal mass ejection … which has more of heaven than hell in the telling of it.
I have written a little more about this here …
Link: “Ascension Cautions: For Those Who Feel They Have Been Viewing a Virtual Reality Show,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 24 July 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-o6X ..
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ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: TWO OMINOUS ‘MOVIE CREW’ ENCOUNTERS top
The mysterious events that unfolded in Grants, New Mexico, and Espanola, New Mexico, were not two of a kind, but rather two of a series of physical incidents that took place both before and after summer 2015.
Here, for instance, are two such perilous tales that took place in greater Los Angeles after the Grants and Espanola capers. The first took place in Fish Canyon Narrows near Santa Clarita, and the second in Malibu Creek State Park in the Santa Monica Mountains …
In both instances a group of automobiles full of people showed up just after I arrived at usually relatively deserted trailheads I planned to hike. These batches of automobiles somehow reminded me of movie crews, which are often seen filming here in Southern California.
In most cases, movie crews are accompanied by trailers for makeup or to provide food for the crews, but in these instance there were no trailers; thus I may have been mistaken in thinking the incidents had to do with the entertainment industry.
29-Flavor Barbecue?
One instance of what might have been a movie actor run-in happened on 23 April 2016. It had to do with what seemed to be two rangers, or maybe forest workers, who parked off Templin Highway near Castaic, California, close to the Fish Canyon Narrows trailhead which leads to the abandoned Cienaga Campground. Here are photos of the men’s vehicles, and also of my white vehicle and a blue car that parked there …
Image: “Vehicles Parked Near the Intersection of Templin Highway and Los Angeles City Water and Power Road, Los Angeles County,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 April 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0 … DESCRIPTION: These vehicles were parked where hikers park to hike the Fish Canyon Narrows trailhead, north of Castaic Lake, California.
Image: “Vehicles Parked Near the Intersection of Templin Highway and Los Angeles City Water and Power Road, Los Angeles County,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 April 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0 …
DESCRIPTION: These vehicles were parked where hikers park to hike the Fish Canyon Narrows trailhead, north of Castaic Lake, California.
When I saw these two men I had an odd feeling, so I asked them if it was safe to hike the trail. They said that I would probably be safe, but that I ought to be careful. That was a partial ‘heads up’ for me. Here is a photo of the vehicle driven by one of the men with whom I talked ….
Image: “Sheriff’s Office Vehicle Parked Near the Intersection of Templin Highway and Los Angeles City Water and Power Road, Los Angeles County,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 April 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0 … DESCRIPTION: As I recall, this was the vehicle driven by one of the men I talked with about whether nearby Fish Canyon Narrows trail was safe to hike.
Image: “Sheriff’s Office Vehicle Parked Near the Intersection of Templin Highway and Los Angeles City Water and Power Road, Los Angeles County,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 April 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0 …
DESCRIPTION: As I recall, this was the vehicle driven by one of the men I talked with about whether nearby Fish Canyon Narrows trail was safe to hike.
As I turned to hike down to the trailhead, maybe 10 cars packed with people went past me. I had never seen any traffic to speak of on that road, which is usually as deserted as it was in this photo taken that day …
Image: “Intersection of Templin Highway and Los Angeles City Water and Power Road, Los Angeles County,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 April 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0 … DESCRIPTION: Foreground: Templin Highway. Far left: Locked gate that allows access to Fish Canyon Narrows trailhead, north of Castaic Lake, California, but prevents access by most vehicular traffic. To the left of the locked gate, and not visible in the photos, is the parking area for hikers. Top center: Los Angeles City Water and Power Road. This road goes down along the west side of Tailrace Canal and Elderberry Forebay, then east to the intersection of Goodell Fire Road. The latter runs along the east side of Tailrace Canal, Elderberry Forebay, and the northern portion of Castaic Lake.
The experience of many cars packed with people arriving just after I did somehow set me on guard. So I thought I would wait for awhile, and see ‘how the wind blew’.
As I waited, I had the strangest astral vision … like an omen … of a film crew in a wilderness setting, with actors, male and female, sitting around a lifeless female body, preparing for a cannibal act featuring 29 flavors of barbecue sauce.
Then I saw this damaged street sign by the road, which somehow seemed to reinforce the ‘ill wind’ I had sensed …
Image: “Damaged Road Sign by Templin Highway Near the Intersection of Templin Highway and Los Angeles City Water and Power Road, Los Angeles County,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 April 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0 … DESCRIPTION: This road sign was by Templin Highway north of Castaic Lake, California. That was close to the Fish Canyon Narrows trailhead.
Yikes! Was I ever suddenly ‘on guard’.
After awhile, all the cars, still loaded with people, came back up the hill and went away. I know it was not much to go on … just a few odd details of that day … but these days I have become more observant of what might be termed signs and omens. So I gave up on that hike and went off to another trailhead.
The title of this poem I composed some years later had to do with the vision I had that day while playing the ‘waiting game’ at my parking place off Templin Highway …
Link: “Cannibal Song: The 29-Flavor Barbecue . aka Ogreish Stew,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 2 May 2019; published on 2 May 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cwW ..
The person described in the poem, however, was part of a different astral saga.
Franciscan Capuchin Friars or Actors?
Another instance took place on 12 June 2017 in one of the parking areas of Malibu Creek State Park in the Santa Monica Mountains. The lead-up to the event was like this …
Lead-Up to the Event. In the year 2016, I had been encountering people behaving strangely across the road from Malibu Creek State Park, on the grounds of King Gillette Ranch, Calabasas, California, which is the property of the Mountains Recreation and Conservation Authority.
The Anthony C. Beilenson Interagency Visitor Center, which is managed by the park services that have to do with the Santa Monica Mountains National Recreation Area, is located on the grounds of King Gillette Ranch.
Movie crews often film movies at both King Gillette Ranch and Malibu Creek State Park. It seemed possible to me that their presence at these two adjacent parks might have had something to do with what unfolded.
In 2016 I had encountered a chatty, somewhat overweight, middle-aged visitor to the Anthony C. Beilenson Interagency Visitor Center. He said he was a photographer and that he was well known to the people at King Gillette Ranch.
His feeling … his emotional affect … was ‘in front of him’; it seemed to me he was compelled to action, and that action might have been sexual in nature. Or so it seemed. That is to say, I got the intuitive ‘heads up’ about this person, who seemed to be following me up the hiking trail after I left the Visitor Center. When the man started to take a shortcut across a meadow to intersect me, I doubled back towards the maintenance station on the grounds.
Outside the maintenance station I encountered a man I presumed to be the ranger there; that man sternly told me that taking photos on the grounds was prohibited. It seemed to me he was defending the other man, who had tried to intersect me, and of whom I felt afraid. It seemed as if he was demanding I not take a photo of that man. Further, I had never heard about a rule that a person cannot take photographs on Mountains Recreation and Conservation Authority parkland. Thus his behavior seemed eccentric to me … out of place, in a way.
Then when I got back to my car I saw a tall, spare, middle-aged man with a telephoto lens. He opened his car trunk, which was completely empty and spiffily clean, and put the camera in the trunk. Then he left.
I cannot quite put my finger on it, but I was spooked by the behavior of these three people. A few days later I went to Malibu Creek State Park, and spoke with the young man who staffed the entry kiosk about my concerns. That man said he thought it had to do with cocaine use at that time.
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……………….. Sidebar: Just Say No! to Drug Use in Malibu Creek State Park and at King Gillette Ranchtop
As time went on, I contacted LAPD (the Los Angeles Police Department) about possible cocaine use at King Gillette Ranch and at Malibu Creek State Park. I remember talking to a male ranger behind the desk at C. Beilenson Interagency Visitor Center about my concern that cocaine not be used in Santa Monica Mountains parklands. I recall the ranger did not take it so well; he looked taken aback.
Nevertheless, I feel it is good to express our concern in this regard; I encourage all the Sierra Club members to do so. For instance, I have often see empty marijuana vials in the picnic areas near the Malibu Creek Rock Pools. If drinking alcohol in the parks is not allowed, then along that same line of thought, I feel it reasonable not to allow drug use, whether marijuana or cocaine or other recreational drugs. Some may disagree, but that is my stance on the issue.
We ought to keep our parks safe for our campers and hikers, and for family outings. I read there was a murder at the campground at Malibu Creek State Park on 22 June 2018, and that the campground has been closed since then. Were there no drug use on park lands, perhaps that and similar acts of violence might have been averted, I feel.
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Sighting of a Movie Crew and Men Dressed as Friars. The main event along these lines took place on 12 June 2017 in Malibu Creek State Park in the Santa Monica Mountains.
I drove up to the entry kiosk of Malibu Creek State Park, intending to go for a hike. I was apprehensive (whether justifiably so or not) about movie crews and other folks possibly acting weirdly because they were on cocaine. I asked the ranger manning the kiosk whether any movie crews were filming there that day. The ranger said no, that the park was nearly deserted that day.
I paid my entrance fee and began to drive past the first parking lot. As I did so, a caravan of ten or more cars drove past the entry kiosk. As I had never encountered such a big caravan of cars there, I pulled over to see what might be up.
Most of the cars pulled into the first parking lot. I could see there were both men and women getting out of the cars. I saw several women who were middle-aged, but with very nice figures; I thought they might have been actors in their early years, and might now be working as film crew. I wondered if this might be a movie crew from across the road at King Gillette Ranch?
The front car from the caravan continued along the road towards the campground. I noticed with a chilling feeling the Caucasian man riding shotgun, whose long, lanky, sunburned forearm was resting on the sill of the open, passenger-side window of the car.
It reminded me of the forearm of a man on the passenger side of a silver Volvo, license plate #5LUF325, that loitered in front of my house while I was at a Joshua Tree concert on 9 September 2016. As I recall, the driver of the car that loitered near my house more than six feet tall and well-built; I could not see, though, what the man driving the car in Malibu Creek State Park looked like. Here are the photos of the loitering vehicle (Topanga LAPD were called about it back then) …
Image: “Silver Toyota Sedan – License Plate #5LUF325,” first photo taken on 9 September 2016 … CC??
Image: “Silver Toyota Sedan – License Plate #5LUF325,” first photo taken on 9 September 2016 … CC??
Image: “Silver Toyota Sedan – License Plate #5LUF325,” second photo taken on 9 September 2016 … CC??
Image: “Silver Toyota Sedan – License Plate #5LUF325,” second photo taken on 9 September 2016 … CC??
Mulling over the caravan and the man’s arm, I went and parked in the second parking lot. There I encountered three men dressed as friars. This was so unusual, in my experience of hiking Malibu Creek, that I took a snapshot of them, then abandoned my idea of hiking and left the park with cautious haste …
Image: Men dressed as Capuchin Franciscan monks at Malibu Creek State Park, by Alice B. Clagett, 12 June 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0 … DESCRIPTION: Left: restroom wall and park bench. From left: seven men, three of whom are dressed as Capuchin Franciscan monks. All the men are standing with their backs to the camera except for the rightmost, who has a beard; his face is blurred. Background: Trees and mountains … COMMENT: As I recall, about five cars full of people (both men and women) drove in and parked in the upper parking lot for hikers right after I arrived at the Park. Just after that, I photographed these men near the restroom in the lower parking lot for hikers. I searched online and found Capuchin Franciscan clothing for sale, so these may not have been bona fide monks, but only men dressed as monks.
Image: Men dressed as Capuchin Franciscan monks at Malibu Creek State Park, by Alice B. Clagett, 12 June 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0 …
DESCRIPTION: Left: restroom wall and park bench. From left: seven men, three of whom are dressed as Capuchin Franciscan monks. All the men are standing with their backs to the camera except for the rightmost, who has a beard; his face is blurred. Background: Trees and mountains …
COMMENT: As I recall, about five cars full of people (both men and women) drove in and parked in the upper parking lot for hikers right after I arrived at the Park. Just after that, I photographed these men near the restroom in the lower parking lot for hikers. I searched online and found Capuchin Franciscan clothing for sale, so these may not have been bona fide monks, but only men dressed as monks.
Back home I hoped to solve the mystery of the friars at Malibu Creek State Park. Here is what I found out through an online search …
It appeared they were wearing Franciscan Capuchin Friar outfits. There is no such monastery nearby, so I wrote to the Franciscan Capuchin Friars near San Francisco, to find out whether they might identify my photo of the men I saw, but I never heard back from them about it.
I also checked into Franciscan Capuchin Friar outfits, and found they are for sale online; that would fit with the notion of actors, or a movie crew.
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HYPOTHESIS OF THE FATAL DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS GAME top
The odd events of 2015 to 2017 led me to the notion that I was being stalked by a cocaine addict. Who could this man be, I wondered? To what end, I asked myself?
These repetitive close encounters of a perilous nature led me to posit I might have been marked as the victim in a fatal Dungeons and Dragons Meetup Game originating in Los Angeles, possibly amongst male actors or men aspiring to be actors. I recall wondering if such a meetup might have been started by unemployed actors as an inexpensive way to produce Indie snuff films.
Tie-in to Dylan Redwine Murder Mystery
I began to wonder: Might the odd events I experienced have been related to the mysterious death of Dylan Redwine near Durango, Colorado? For more on this hypothesis, see …
Link: “Compendium: Dylan Redwine Murder Mystery – Child Torture for Snuff Film Industry?” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 22 February 2020; revised on 23 April 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gz4 ..
I may never know whether my hypotheses of the Fatal Dungeons and Dragons Game and of Indie Snuff Film Capers were true, but I can say, with gratitude, that the feeling I was being stalked and that I was not safe in my own home came to a sudden end in December 2016, after my return to Los Angeles.
The occasion of this sudden change-up was the installation of a surveillance system in my home; from this I gathered that my stalker was a wanted man, who could not afford to have his face on camera.
In the ensuing two years, stalking issues in Los Angeles and while hiking became less and less of a concern. I feel this may have had to do with my no longer taking a cell phone with me when I went out. It is possible I was being tracked through some high-tech geolocation malware to do with my cell phone.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Partially excerpted on 23 April 2020 from blogs filmed on 15 March 2018 and on 20 November 2016; revised on 11 June 2020 and on 11 April 2023
Previously titled: The Talisman … and … Fatal Dungeons and Dragons Game?
The first paragraph of an earlier version of this blog has been moved to … Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Man With the Pubic Hair Beard,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 30 January 2019; revised on 11 June 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bvu ..
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Happened at 2:30 pm on 5 February 2020; imaged and published on 12 March 2020; revised
Previously titled: Demon of Lust
Location: Santa Monica, California
Dear Ones,
I have a new drawing for you … ‘Rough Young Man Possessed by a Demon’ … This was a person I saw in Santa Monica, California, at 2:20 pm on 5 February 2020. I was on my way to a dental appointment. I was paused at a stop light on Santa Monica Blvd or thereabouts. A man approached me from the north side of the street. He was a Caucasian man, a little taller than 6 feet, very handsome in a ‘biker’ way, about 35 years of age, roughly dressed. I noticed him because he looked very like an acquaintance of mine, but as if he were the second man’s son and near likeness.
In my mind I thought of the ‘mimicry’ or ‘actor impersonator’ instances I had run into from time to time in recent years. I sensed the Soul signature of the man on the street was the one that had been causing me a lot of concern in the dream world lately.
Could it be a glom that was occurring astrally, in dreamtime, because of his physical resemblance to that of my acquaintance? Could it be that the astral form of a person while dreaming by any chance homes in on people who look like other people, and creates these astral gloms of which I have spoken in past? If so, that would explain why these dreams prove false; they might have a nightmare quality because the napping astral traveler mistakes one person for a person whose physical form is similar … I wonder if that might be so.
At any rate, as to the Santa Monica man, I was instantly put on alert as I sensed he was full of vital force (as is often the case with antisocial personalities). As well, I psychically sensed a demon riding him, similar to the demon I had seen on the back of an Oriental grounds worker in Northeast Los Angeles in 2016 …
Link: “Amazing Astral Stories: The Darkest Hours . The Last Demon in LA,” by Alice B. Clagett, happened on 1 July 2016; narrated and filmed on 20 July 2016; published on 22 July 2016; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5T8 ..
I was also reminded of a man whose car had sped past me on Pacific Coast Highway in the early 2000s. That was a 20s or 30s Caucasian man, handsome like a movie star, sitting on the front of the trunk of an expensive convertible (on top of the back seat). He was wearing a long scarf that blew in the breeze. He seemed oblivious to the danger in which he had placed himself. Like the man in Santa Monica, he was staring at me. Psychically, I saw a demon riding on his back.
Then there was the sudden obsession of the short, white-haired man with the trembling pinkie in North Hollywood, which I witnessed, psychically, some years ago. That was a man who had been stalking me for about a year (but nothing bad came of it, thank goodness). I wrote about it in the year 2019, but the event happened in about the year 2013, as I recall …
Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: ‘Chameleon’: The Man with the Trembling Pinkie,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 23 May 2019; updated … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cRe ..
That is just four instances of ‘demon sightings’ in about 20 years. Not a lot. I think maybe what I saw psychically may have had to do with the people in question suffering from drug addiction. That is just a guess.
At any rate, this last man, the one in Santa Monica, made for my passenger-side car door. I sensed imminent physical danger, and eased off the brake just as the light changed. Fortunately, that was an end to it.
The drawing below is not really accurate; it is too innocent in character. The person in question seemed almost like ‘consummate evil’ and at the same time capable of being infinitely alluring. That is how it seemed to me. That is, I feel, the ‘glamour’ or ‘black magic’ that demonic obsession or possession lends the physical form of the person so unfortunate as to be obsessed of possessed by a demonic entity …
Drawing: “Rough Young Man Possessed by a Demon,” by Alice B. Clagett, 12 March 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Drawing: “Rough Young Man Possessed by a Demon,” by Alice B. Clagett, 12 March 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
NOTE: One thought I had about these encounters was that they might have had to do with the ‘allure’ a person exudes when under the influence of ‘hard’ drugs. Or else, it might have been a dreamtime realm dimensional crossover or ‘merge’ with the real world (a merge of 4D with 3D) that was so seemingly real and physical it qualified as a ‘vivid waking dream’ according to Ascension lore. They might also have been complicated instances of the clair ability known as psychokinesis.
Filmed on 19 January 2020; published on 23 January 2020; revised on 11 May 2025
Previously titled: Offertory … and … Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Greater Oblation
INTRODUCTION
VIDEO BY ALICE
SOUNDTRACK OF THE VIDEO
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Introduction
Greater Oblation
Alice’s Perilous Tales: Cannibal Man
Light, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett
More on the Cannibal Man
Why I am Reticent
Psychic Powers of the Man: Mind Control
Psychic Powers of the Man: Omnipresence
Psychic Powers of the Man: ‘Rapping’
Psychic Powers of the Man: Ghostly Footsteps
Psychic Powers of the Man: Attacking Others With Psychic Energy
My Feeling About the Man’s Psychic Powers
How the Game Is Played: ‘Master Plan’ in Action
The Chill: Three Break-ins in Quick Succession in Los Angeles
The Cull: Riven from Friends and Acquaintances, and from Advocacy by Law Enforcement and Legal Counsel
The ‘Lock Down’: Censoring or ‘Squashing’ of Virtual Communications; Location Tracking; Stalking
How I Chilled Out
Postscript: Battery Drain and Help at Hand
Postscript: The Worst of Oblations
MORE INFORMATION
Dear Ones,
INTRODUCTION
Halfway down this blog page, beginning with the section “More on the Cannibal Man,” is a better explanation than priorly of my perilous encounters, in years past, with a negatively psychically gifted stranger I feared greatly at that time … although not so much today, thank goodness.
For some time I felt that he was a little like a vampire, or an antisocial person, who was somehow ‘sucking’ life force from the people he knew. My subconscious mind conceived that if they distanced themselves from him, he would arrange to have them murdered in a ceremony in which the blood of their still-beating hearts would be drunk by him and his wife. How graphic the subconscious mind can be! I am guessing this dreamtime image or AV chip or ‘Akashic record’ was my subconscious visualization of anger I felt as being projected from him at my leaving his circle of friends.
After the video there is the video Soundtrack and an edited Summary. The Summary is a good deal more complete than the video; in it are lots of references that might be useful, but not at all essential to reading the text …
VIDEO BY ALICE Erratum: For the word ‘Offertory’ throughout, please substitute the term ‘Greater Oblation’.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE VIDEO Erratum: For the word ‘Offertory’ throughout, please substitute the term ‘Greater Oblation’.
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.
Introduction
A lot is happening right now, now that the window has closed. The gateway in January has closed, and it must have left us with a lot of information that is slowly unfolding and unpackaging itself, and gifting itself to the world.
Greater Oblation
I was in church today. As often happens, issues that I have been unable to resolve will come up in church to present themselves to me, and then … especially around the time of the Holy Communion taking place … during what is termed the Greater Oblation, when the host and chalice are raised …
Image: “Elevation of the Host, with vision of St. John of Matha,” painting by Juan Carreno de Miranda, 1666, from Wikimedia Commons, public domain. DESCRIPTION: “Fundación de la Orden de los Trinitarios / Mass of St John of Matha; The Foundation Mass of the Order of Trinitarians / La Messe de fondation de l’ordre des Trinitaires. It should be noted that the actual vision of St. John de Matha was of Christ and two captives not an angel as has been reflected at times erroneously in some works of art. See the Mosaic St. John de Matha had installed in Rome at St. Thomas in Formis for an account of the vision.”
Image: “Elevation of the Host, with vision of St. John of Matha,” painting by Juan Carreno de Miranda, 1666, from Wikimedia Commons, public domain. DESCRIPTION: “Fundación de la Orden de los Trinitarios / Mass of St John of Matha; The Foundation Mass of the Order of Trinitarians / La Messe de fondation de l’ordre des Trinitaires. It should be noted that the actual vision of St. John de Matha was of Christ and two captives not an angel as has been reflected at times erroneously in some works of art. See the Mosaic St. John de Matha had installed in Rome at St. Thomas in Formis for an account of the vision.”
… and then there is a hopeful moment when there might be a solution to this ongoing problem. Today was no exception. Today I remembered about a person … this is a Wild West story … whose notions seem so very unusual to me: He is a ‘Circle of One’ person …
Link: “Ego 1: Circle of One . I Am the Only Ego in the World,” by Alice B. Clagett, published 15 August 2016; revised 7 July 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-623 ..
He is an antisocial personality …
Link: “Dealing with the Antisocial Personality (ASP) as Humankind Awakens,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 10 January 2017; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6Mm ..
According to the astral stories he is a cannibal. He is the leader of a group. He says that he has killed 700 people. I do not know; that might be a brag. I do not know; maybe he did.
Let’s see; what else? … I have spoken in terms of Soullessness in trying to explain the phenomenon that I am witnessing in the astral stories with regard to this putative person …
Link: “Syncretic Theory on the Antisocial Personality and the ‘Elementary’ (Black Soul or Dark Soul) . by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 9 November 2016; published on 12 November 2016; transcribed and revised on 4 March 2019. … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6nV ..
I have come up with a lot of things. One of them is the Physical Form Heresy, which you can see; it is one of my blogs …
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 this is a story along the lines of the Physical Form Heresies: I do not know if I have mentioned this person believes that when someone leaves his group, his followers ought to catch the fleeing person. And then they all ought to kill and eat that person. He is a cannibal.
Cannibalism is not my cup of tea, and so I have attempted to resolve the astral stories I have heard about his penchant for cannibalism through art and song and poems …
Link: “Cannibal Man,” drawings by Alice B. Clagett, drawn and published on 25 January 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gas ..
Link: “Cannibal Song: The 29-Flavor Barbecue . aka Ogreish Stew,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 2 May 2019; published on 2 May 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cwW ..
Link: “Alikazam: A Song to Put a Cannibal to Sleep,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed and published on 20 March 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bX3 ..
I have tried to come up with something. And I have been pretty successful as far as my own peace of mind is concerned. But just to put it to you bluntly, he believes that when people leave him, he and his group ought to eat that person so that they remain one with him forever. It is what you might call a ‘Black Communion’ (a ‘Black Magic Communion’). And oddly, this came up during the Greater Oblation and the offering of the body and blood of Christ as salvation for the people in the church today.
So this person believes in what I might term a ‘Black Communion’. And I was trying to think how to prevent future Black Communions on his part, because from my point of view, the point of being on Earth is to love and serve humankind; to bring Christ’s Light to the world, that kind of thing.
But he feels that a Black Communion and the Christian Communion are the same thing. He believes he is above right and wrong, and that each of these Communions is as ethical as the other. I was trying to counter that; I was trying to look at it from his point of view, and persuade him not to drink people’s blood. I think when you deal with a person who has those kinds of fixed ideas about reality … for whatever reason … you need to deal in terms of their own mental filters and mental constructs, and try to present something that makes sense to them from that point of view.
Too, this apparently is a person that I have priorly described in terms of catastrophic childhood experiences …
Link: “Primitive Experiences of Loss, the Antisocial Personality, and the Global Awakening,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 10 July 2015, revised on 11 October 2016 and 28 January 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6fC … Search the term: Astral Story of the Cannibal
… who set fire to the family house and burned up his mother and infant brother after his father had left. According to the story, there was nobody left after this act of arson; his mother was dead, her body scorched. He was sitting in a field with his mother’s body. He was hungry; he was only about 4 years old [in another rendition, 9 years old], and he tried eating a piece of his mother’s charred arm. That experience got him going in terms of cannibalism as ‘bringing back the mother’ … bringing back the maternal love … which is what he is practicing with his followers, according to the astral stories (which in this case are pretty much ‘out there’).
Once in a while I am ‘all over’ this catastrophic childhood story, and it came to me it could be he is one of those people who is born with a lot of rage inside, and who can express that rage through psychically starting spontaneous fires, a psychic ability termed ‘pyrokinesis’ … and that possibly his mother’s house might have burned down because he was in a fit of anger over being pushed out of her bed when he crawled into it for comfort because she was nursing that new child. And so he might have started that fire psychically … because he is extremely gifted, psychically, in a negative way … in a way of killing and so forth. He may have started that fire spontaneously as his first expression of that type of pyrotechnic gift (or curse, as the case may be).
That is neither here nor there. To get back to my attempts to persuade this person to give up cannibalism during Communion today: First I was trying to create reasonable doubt in his mental filter regarding the importance of eating his followers if they left the killing cult …
Link: “Community Health: Cults that Kill and Outlaw Gangs,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 7 December 2015; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-4pb ..
He said that their love would always be with him because he had eaten some part of them. So their individuality would always be with him throughout his life, and they would never actually have left. The first argument I tried was this: If he had let them leave in peace and happiness, then throughout their lives they would remember him lovingly … and that therefore their loving hearts would be with him throughout his life, rather than the fear and the upset and the anger they might feel … and which their ghostly forms might continue to express, on the astral plane, for quite some time … if he killed them and then ate their hearts.
So that was my first attempt. I will say it met with less than complete success.
As first the host and then the chalice of Christ’s blood were raised for our adoring eyes I kept thinking: What was the key? What was the answer? What would make the difference in that person’s life?
The thing that came through, just as the chalice was lowered, was to speak to him in physical terms … as in the examples that are given in the Heresy of Physical Form blog cited above, which mostly had to do with his ideas and his advice to his followers, according to the astral stories.
This new admonition has to do with the physical realm; physical fixes for spiritual issues: I suggested that, as he had ingested the flesh and the blood of a number of followers (I do not know how many followers), that he had within him … within his physical form … the DNA of these people; and that it was possible that the DNA of these people might hold the answer to the issue of another way of dealing with people leaving … that the DNA he had ingested might have that answer.
And he said he would talk to his wife about that. From that I gather that he has a wife; maybe the same wife for a long time, maybe a new wife … I do not know. So he is going to look for an answer in the DNA of the people that he has eaten; an answer to cannibalism, and a new way of dealing with the issue of people leaving his cult. At least that is what the astral airs provided today, at the sacred moment of the Greater Oblation at church.
Whether or not he has his answer, I have my answer. And that Christ’s example to us, through the sacrifice of His own life for his followers is a good thing for us to look at, as His followers. What can we do to help other people? Not: How can we end their lives; how can we make them our sacrifice? But: What sacrifices can we make for the people that we love and for whom we wish the best.
Alice’s Perilous Tales: Cannibal Man
And so, dear reader, to begin with this perilous tale of my own … the tale of my encounter with the Cannibal Man. Here are the facts as I found them; although facts they are, only in realms that surpass the understanding of most people …
My feeling is that people of the nature of the person I have been describing choose, for their lives, to stand above right and wrong … but to chose, for action in the world, what people consider to be wrong. Their choice is to consider right and wrong each equal possibilities for action in the world. And they choose what others choose to be wrong. They choose killing. They choose all kinds of criminal activities.
But the thing of it is, I feel: Here we are, living in the world … acting in the world. And we have to choose whether to act rightly or to act wrongly. From a practical point of view, if we act wrongly … if we break the law all the time … our tenure in physical form is likely to be brief. That is because the other people in the community will not like this; and they will take appropriate action against us.
So in a way, to act wrongly is wrong, even from the standpoint of that lofty point of view of Consequentialism, which that man holds …
Link: “The Karmic Consequences of Consequentialism,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 30 September 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6cN ..
It is wrong because, if we value our physical body … which, clearly, he does … if we value staying alive … which, definitely, he does … then it will shorten the length of time that we can stay alive … and that is definitely wrong, I feel.
I heard him say to me once on the physical plane … if it be, in fact, the same person … he took me aside from the group that was walking. The prior night I had had a horrific dream about a man that goes out and kills people. I had had the same kind of dream every other night I had been in a physical locale where he was nearby.
So I had had this unfortunate dream about a man’s life being snuffed out, and a man standing by and laughing … gleeful, in fact, that it was happening. So I was upset on awakening. Early that morning. I was walking in a meditation garden, along with the rest of the people in his meditation group. He took me aside and said that he himself really enjoyed seeing people die. He said he enjoyed it because of the Light that rose up from them and went away. It looked pretty to him to see that Light leave.
Well the taking of a life, or the viewing of a murder, or the viewing of a death, takes only a moment. Death takes no more than the very last inhale and exhale, and then relaxation of the chest muscles … which looks, to our hopeful eyes, almost like another inhalation. That moment the Spirit departs, it may be beautiful to see that there is a Spirit, and that the Spirit lives on.
But the true beauty in human existence is the life that we live before that death. It is the moment-to-moment choice to continue to stay alive, and to continue to have an effect on the world that will live on after we pass.
Be that effect good or bad? Those are the choices that we have in life. And I choose good. I believe in self-sacrifice, and in taking good care of other people … and in promoting the common good in politics and in government worldwide. Not in the petty wants and dislikes of one mere cult which, for its livelihood, picks whatever it picks, whatever it is that allows it to stay alive, that being ‘beyond the sphere of good and evil’. It is evil, in my eyes, to act thus.
Light
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 19 January 2020
Why not choose the good?
Why not choose the Light?
Why pick the Dark when we can be bright?
Let us stand in the Light with all our might
… super bright … despite
what anyone tells us.
You all take care. Love you lots.
What a talk, I would say … on and on!
More on the Cannibal Man
Why I am Reticent. I have talked about this person in prior blogs, here and there, helter skelter. I thought I would explain that I am pulling things together a little bit more in this video. But I am vague about the details, partly because almost all my information is from the astral plane, so I am not certain who it is that I am talking about. I am sure you will understand that.
Secondly, I have a concern about possible lawsuits … that I might be sued if I were to be specific about someone, whether or not it turns out that they are the person … whether or not it turns out that such a person exists.
So while I am being vague in a way, as to physical facts and physical people, I am nevertheless trying to explain a psychic phenomenon and an ongoing astral story that is really very interesting to people who are keen on the paranormal.
Psychic Powers of the Man: Mind Control. The person about whom I speak appears to have a number of considerably daunting psychic abilities. One of them is the power to mind control groups of people, especially his cult …
Link: “Uber Mind Control,” drawings by Alice B. Clagett, drawn and published on 24 August 20199 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-e4a ..
Psychic Powers of the Man: Omnipresence. Another is the ability to be ‘omnipresent’, as they say; or to bring his astral presence into the energy fields of any number of people, whether one by one or many at a time, I am not certain. It could be many at a time, especially if in the same locale …
Link: “The Spiritual Powers of Omniscience and Omnipresence on Earth Today: Things to Look Out For,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 15 April 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-781 ..
Psychic Powers of the Man: ‘Rapping’. Let me see what else: I also experienced, for the interval of time that I was living fairly near the person that might be the one about whom I am speaking … and also at long distances from that person … a kind of astral ‘rapping’ sounds … very loud ‘rapping’ sounds, say, on motel roofs or in the floors of rooms above my motel room.
Once I tried making my motel room the top motel room, and lugging my suitcases up the stairs. Then I heard noises on the roof of the building! Let’s see what else …
Once I was sitting in a motel room far from this person, I thought, and I heard Wham! Bang! … banging on the door as if someone were furious and wanted to get into the room. I thought: Gee, it is too scary to open the door! You know? It was a second-floor door in the middle of the desert. I did not know anybody there. I had no idea what it was about. I sat up right away, and began to meditate, urgently asking that my timelines and dimensions be optimized, and asking my Ascension Team for protection.
Psychic Powers of the Man: Ghostly Footsteps. And then I thought I heard a bunch of people having a party in a room up above, stomping and carrying on, and a lot of noise. After things calmed down, I stopped meditating and went and looked; there was nobody at all in the room above!
In addition I remember staying in a particular place, in a small apartment, and day after day, in the middle of the night, I could hear someone shuffling up, through the garage next to the bedroom window where I slept. I could hear the footsteps slowly approaching the bedroom window.
The garage was full of dust, and was never opened up. I would look out into the garage the next morning, and there would be no footprints in the dust!
Link: “Wham Stomp Rap,” a couplet by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 23 January 2020; published on 24 January 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gac ..
Psychic Powers of the Man: Attacking Others With Psychic Energy. So here we have a couple of things: The ability to mind control a number of people; the power of ‘omnipresence’ … of being a lot of different places; these ‘rapping’ sounds and ‘banging’ sounds; sounds of people having riotous get-togethers in the room above me; sounds of footsteps … I do not know what that is called.
Let’s see what else: The power to cast a certain kind of quark or psychic energy at other people and cause them to fall down onto the ground, maybe in a dead faint or with disoriented senses, maybe with a fatal heart attack; the power to throw energy at people and cause them to collapse onto the floor or against a wall.
My Feeling About the Man’s Psychic Powers. Pretty scary stuff, and negatively aspected, or so I feel. So I was dealing with my fear of all this, because fear of the unknown, for me, raises up an anxious state, a generalized anxiety state that is hard to shake.
Only through faith, only through prayer; through being with people who have good will towards us … These, I have found to be the things that help. That is my understanding of it.
How the Game Is Played: ‘Master Plan’ in Action
Here is just a little more by way of background information: I was frightened at all that was going on, out in the Wild West, and I thought that it might have had to do with being in that other place not where my home is, here in Los Angeles. And so when I became very frightened, I came back to my home.
The Chill: Three Break-ins in Quick Succession in Los Angeles. There in Los Angeles, three things happened in pretty quick succession: My home was broken into, my car was broken into, and my storage shed was broken into. From the latter my second set of keys was stolen; these included house keys, car keys, and post office box keys. Subsequently important mail failed to be delivered at my post office box. Some of the people of whom I was afraid apparently followed me to Los Angeles, and I felt frightened of them as well.
The Cull: Riven from Friends and Acquaintances, and from Advocacy by Law Enforcement and Legal Counsel. As well, according to the astral airs, a lawyer representing a member of the group from which I had fled contacted my local Los Angeles Police Department police station with slanderous allegations regarding me, placing a ‘road block’ against my efforts to speak with them about the trouble I was in. I inquired about this with LAPD, and came up negative; thus I thought that if interference existed in this realm, then perhaps it was astral rather than physical?
And then on the physical plane, three lawyers I had hired, in three different parts of the country, suddenly dropped me like a hot potato. I had to wonder if there were issues of blackmail or bribery, or allegations of false authority behind this. In the dreamtime realm, the astral airs thrilled along similar lines, to the effect that someone had contacted all the law firms in the San Fernando Valley, offering them a $5 retainer against possible legal actions I might hope to pursue against whoever paid for these retainers. Had the story about the retainers been true, then it might have been that I had no local recourse to legal counsel.
To top it off, according to the astral airs, the head of the West Los Angeles branch of the meditation group in question … (The group I am putatively thinking of is national, and perhaps international, in character) … a woman whose allure none can call in question, compromised a long-time male friend of mine with an act of seduction she proposed as a way for him to improve his love-making skills. Were this astral rumor to have proven true, it would have made it impossible for me to seek help from him because of the psychic bonds between him and the alluring woman.
These last are most likely apocryphal instances of a technique known in confidence gamery as ‘the cull’; the victim or ‘patsy’ is riven from friendly relations and acquaintances, through slander, blackmail, bribery, and seduction, either of the patsy or of the patsy’s friends and acquaintances. In my case, it seemed I was riven as well from the advocate efforts of law enforcement and legal counsel.
All these things happened within not too long of a space of time.
The ‘Lock Down’: Censoring or ‘Squashing’ of Virtual Communications; Location Tracking; Stalking. In the following months, on the physical plane, my home apparently was walked into physically again and again. I would go out to run errands, then come home to find things missing. The burglar alarm acted oddly; when I reported this to the police, they characterized what was happening as ‘the perfect crime’.
Then it became clear, on the physical plane, that my websites had been hijacked; this jeopardized my email, which was open to hacking by the hijackers. It took about a year to establish my websites with a new hosting service, which then secured my email from hacking (insofar as that is possible).
In addition, I had a concern that my computer might have a remote ‘back door’; these are difficult to prevent, I feel, without random IP addresses provided by recent computer software improvements. I did what I could to close the ‘back doors’ by removing questionable programs.
It seemed my phone line might also have been compromised. To avert that, and in order to avail oneself of the phone during power outages, one needs to have a land line that is separate from one’s modem; this took three phone company visits and about a year to install.
It seemed my cell phone location was being tracked by ‘pingbacks’ while I was out. That brought up a concern about being stalked while hiking and shopping. I stopped carrying a cell phone while running errands; then later came up with a work-around.
As to the break-ins listed under ‘The Cull’ above, over time I took whatever actions were needed to remedy the situation.
Thus, little by little, over the course of a few years, I improved my personal security. In that way I was able to lift myself out of the ‘lock down’.
How I Chilled Out
Overall, in the course of the next few years, I found that I was less and less frightened of the people I thought might be involved … the people I thought to be in a killing cult in another locale. And that lessening of fear I feel had to do with them not being in the place where I was. I do not think they decided to stick around, near my house; that is my guess.
So in a way the lowering of my level of fear from that experienced during those years, some years ago, substantiates the notion I have that the paranormal experiences I have described had to do with a particular group of people in a different place.
As I have explained, there is no way in the world I can prove it. And frequently psychic intel proves wrong, and steers one in the wrong direction. It is of better service in understanding the overall quality of the subconscious mind, and how it influences what happens here on Earth.
So then today, you see … quite some years later … I am that much less frightened of the negatively aspected paranormal, and of groups and cults that reveal that heretofore mysterious element towards the bad, towards the evil, towards bad luck in my life, than I was in years past.
Today I am able to sit down and piece things together for you, my audience, in hopes that, should you come across this type of situation, you will be able to extract yourself from it more quickly than did I.
Postscript: Battery Drain and Help at Hand
I finished the video and went to start my car. With no prior warning, the battery was completely dead. Was this a causal event, or only a test of faith? How is one to know?
I felt my energy field: Luckily my heart energy was not negatively aspected, as had been the case during a battery failure two years prior …
Link: “The Shadow of the Personality and Shadow of the Group,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24-31 October 2016; published on 1 November 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6kJ ..
I noticed a strong energy in my crown chakra. What could be the cause? I was parked on the shoulder of a narrow country road, well past the town of Moorpark, California. To the right of my car was a field of citrus trees. To the left, across the road, was a row of giant eucalyptus trees, whose fragrant leaves blessed me as I opened the car door.
Despite the battery failure, I could feel blessings all around me. Could it be that Devas of the Forest … Devas of these eucalyptus trees … had blessed me with their protection as I made this film?
I saw there was a horse ranch beyond the row of trees. It was a big ranch, with many horses stabled in outdoor, roofed shelters there. Then I saw a woman with a carrot, just opposite my car; she was feeding the carrot to one of the horses.
I asked her if she might have a cell phone, and if she might be willing to call a tow truck to come to my rescue. Happily, she agreed. So despite my remote location, and my lack of a means of summoning aid, I found that help was right at hand … in fact, cheerfully so … and willingly brought about my timely rescue.
The Worst of Oblations
The term ‘Greater Oblation’ in this instance refers to the sacrifice of Christ on the cross and to the Christian Eucharistic service. In that service, there may be a ‘Lesser Oblation’ or ‘Offertory’ that takes place before the ‘Greater Oblation’ …
From the standpoint of the troubles dealt with in this blog, one might also, ‘tongue in cheek’, consider how very much lesser in value than these might be the ‘Black Communion’ or human sacrifice practiced by the cannibal man and his ilk. This misguided practice is, by my lights, not the ‘Greater Oblation’ or the ‘Lesser Oblation’, but rather the worst of oblations.
[Short video of cows in a field]
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
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The poem “Light” above has been added to the 2u3d website.
See also … Link: “Compendium: Ensoulment, Soullessness, and Soul Evolution,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 28 August 2018; revised on 4 October 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-a4p ..
NOTE: “In religious context, the ‘greater oblation’ refers to the offering of the consecrated bread and wine (body and blood of Christ) during the Eucharist or Mass. It’s distinct from the ‘lesser oblation’ or offertory, where the bread and wine are presented before consecration. The greater oblation is the proper offering, where the consecrated elements are offered to God, the Father.” –-Google AI Overview [public domain]
Written and published on 17 October 2019
Previously titled: Premonition of Danger for Someone I Care About
‘DANK’: THE STALKER
HIS ONE-TIME WIFE: ‘FEMME FATALE – DOMINATRIX’
A SECOND MAN: ‘THE MALDEKIAN’
PREMONITION REGARDING ONE OF MY FAMILY MEMBERS
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Dear Ones,
‘DANK’: THE STALKER
These two blogs are about a person who apparently murdered his mom when he was about the age of puberty …
Link: “Dank,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 10 September 2019; published on 15 September 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ee4 ..
Link: “The Stalker: Encounter with a Multiple Personality?” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 9 July 2019… https://wp.me/p2Rkym-dyb ..
HIS ONE-TIME WIFE: ‘FEMME FATALE – DOMINATRIX’
According to the astral plane, he was once married to this woman, who may have stolen her father from her mother, and then somehow arranged for his death …
Link: “Female Antisocial: Femme Fatale,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 16 March 2018; revised on 16 April 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8tT ..
I have a feeling these two once got together because each had murdered a parent of the opposite gender; and so they may have had that in common. These are very difficult sorts of catastrophic early childhood experiences, and apparently invariably lead to (or perhaps are caused by) antisocial personality syndrome in the child who murders the parent.
Note: The woman termed ‘Kali’ in the below image is not the same person at the ‘one-time wife’ described above, but a while ago there was an astral glom that involved the ‘one-time wife’, the woman in the drawing, and one or maybe more than one other women …
Image: “Kali Clothed,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0 … https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/08/2019-08-20-kali-clothed-adapted3-good-e1566398655130.jpg … DESCRIPTION: A buxom woman with red lipstick and shoulder-length hair, wearing a blue bikini, squatting over the head of a man with open mouth, open eyes, and a crew cut. The woman’s feet are about a yard apart, toes outward in the plié position of ballet. Her elbows are by her sides, forearms horizontal and spread-eagle, fingers spread wide.
Here is a more traditional image of Kali, expressing the same tenor and personality traits as in my drawing above. Though risqué, it flies under the Wikimedia radar as a work of religious art …
Luckily, it appears that the astral ‘Kali’ glom has by now untangled.
A SECOND MAN: ‘THE MALDEKIAN’
For a long time, on the astral plane, these two … the murdering man and the murdering woman described above … apparently have been associated with another man who had two early incidents of note, but less catastrophic in nature. In the first two links below, this second man is the boy who threw the rock that resulted in the accidental death of a young girl (maybe a sister) …
Link: “The Child with the Rock,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 March 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-76h ..
Link: “Astral Case Studies: Boy with the Rock, and Child Lilith,” by Alice B. Clagett, written on 26 August 2018; published on 27 September 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-adS ..
In this third link prior incarnations of the second man are described as a child who died in a wartime setting, next to his mother; reborn as a conjoined twin inside his reincarnated mom; and then reborn as her baby brother …
Link: “Ego 2: One Ego Encapsulated in Another; Body Co-Tenancy and Soul Evolution,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 17 August 2016; revised on 11 October 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-613 ..
This second man might also have been involved, along with me, as one of two neutral observers during the destruction of the planet Maldek … he having been at the time, Maldekian, and I Venutian …
Link: “Thoughts on the Controllers, True Power, Lightwork, and a Truer Reality,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 September 2013; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6GE … See the section:Alice’s Perilous Tales: Memories of Homeworld Destruction … Planet Maldek?
If this is so, then he is one of the first Maldekians to attain human form here on Earth, and important as a leader of his as yet disincarnate peoples back into incarnation here on Earth.
That shared experience of planetary destruction would have been his link to me in this lifetime.
PREMONITION REGARDING ONE OF MY FAMILY MEMBERS
I had a premonition last night that the stalking man was about to enter the life of one of my extended family members. I have a concern about it, as I care about my extended family, and the first man had, according to the astral airs, been tracking me on the physical plane for about 8 years, until the year 2016, with intent to murder me.
I am hoping this warning will help my family member to stay safe. She should know that he works with disguises, and goes by the name of another man.
In my own extended family, as far as I know, there have been no catastrophic childhood experiences, so I feel it may be possible for my extended family and me to avoid karmic entanglements with people who have suffered in this way.
The difficulty is that my extended family member may be experiencing a feeling of female competition or one-upmanship, and that might trap her into wanting to be with the second man. That, in turn, may lead her into the trap of the first man, Dank, who might pretend to be the second man.
My prayers are with her, that she may avoid this danger, and steer a clear course for her family through the coming years.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
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Link: “Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: Dank,” published on 14 August 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jx4 ..
Link: “Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: Femme Fatale – Dominatrix,” published on 14 August 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jxY ..
Alice B. Clagett
