I have made my “3-Part Football Play” drawings into this animated gif entitled “Psychic Swoon as Practiced by Neo-Hindu Cults That Kill.”
This happened every time I attended a meditation led by ‘Alluring Calm’ in West Los Angeles, and every time I attended a meditation led by the national head of the organization, ‘Heart Vampire’ in Colorado.
It would happen to me 3 to 5 times during each meditation I attended with those groups. That was right odd, I feel; the more so, as it has not happened to me either before or since. Further, it happened to none of the other people at those meditations.
I gathered that the people in these groups were all in ‘cahoots’ together, and would likely misrepresent the truth of what occurred, if they were asked about it …
Animated Gif: Psychic Swoon as Practiced by Neo-Hindu Cults That Kill,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 August 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Animated Gif: Psychic Swoon as Practiced by Neo-Hindu Cults That Kill,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 August 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett,
I Am of the Stars.
I have added this animated gif here … Link: “Compendium: Psychic Murder – Bow Down to Me! Psychic Swoon,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled and published on 17 July 2020; updated … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jc6 ..
… and here … Link: “Compendium: Animated Gifs,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 1 February 2020; updated … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gdR ..
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I have been reading “Preferential Option for the Poor” in “How to Speak Ignatian: Common words and phrases of the Society of Jesus.” I gather that tenet might be misconstrued in the Homeboy Industries program run by a Jesuit father in Los Angeles in this way:
Adherence to the tenet might lead Homeboy Industries subconsciously to consider the possibility of using ex-felon labor to murder well-heeled people on the excuse they have led lives the Jesuits deem reprehensible. The subconscious agenda might be that the money of the wealthy might be cozened for use by Homeboy Industries leadership so as to advance the Jesuits’ Preferential Option for the Poor. I have encountered this steely-eyed subconscious agenda in the dreamtime realm of the astral plane.
I discern it to be a denser energy misqualified in the current context of Ascension of planet Earth. The Society of Jesus cultivates finely honed minds in their quest for God’s presence in their daily life. I beg them to consider the most appropriate application in daily life of the Preferential Option for the Poor.
I feel the Society of Jesus (the Jesuits) to be a powerful force in the Catholic Church. As a Lightworker, I have a concern that, because of their power, which is much sought by the Dark, they might be targets of the Army of the Night; in other words, of the Demon Realm.
I see from my reading that there is historical support for this concern, to do with decades-long concealment of sexual abuse, including child sexual abuse, by Jesuits …
On the psychic plane I gather, amongst Catholic laity and clergy, an oft-adhered-to thought form to do with Christ’s sacrifice of his life on the cross for the good of humankind. I see what, as a Lightworker, I feel to be an adulteration of this teaching that goes like this: We will cast you (the Lightworker) out of this church, and arrange for this or that bad thing to happen to you. We are justified in this by Christ’s example. If he sacrificed himself on the cross for us, then you ought to agree to sacrifice yourself for our wellbeing.
I would like to set down in writing here the following: This thought form is invidious in the extreme. It is a way of exerting ‘power over’ to force another person into a role of selfless service. By adhering to such a thought form a person places himself in the role of the Centurion who oversaw Christ’s crucifixion. Surely this is an undesirable role for a Christian to play.
In like manner, but in an opposite context, I feel that holding high the practice of intentionally making oneself physically miserable through such practices as self-flagellation, mutilation of the male or genital organs, or torture or removal of any part of the physical body … which is known to be the Temple of the Holy Spirit … is contrary to the Will of God. In this context I always remember the words of Christ at Gethsemane: “Abba, Father, all things are possible unto thee; take away this cup from me: nevertheless not what I will, but what thou wilt.” –Mark 13:46 (KJV)
As a LIghtworker, I agree with Christ on this. Christ would, I feel, not intentionally have inflicted injury on his physical body. Nor would He have intentionally allowed anyone else to do so. Rather, He would, I feel in my heart, have done His best to preserve and uplift his physical body, and to keep his Spirit and that of His disciples far from evil inclination. Though He might feel that the law of His religion and of his religious elders amongst the Jews was wrong in this regard, yet he might, throughout His life, align with the Will, the Heart, and the Mind of God.
Evil befell him through Judas Iscariot. Christianity looks upon Christ’s crucifixion on Mount Calvary as a great blessing to humankind. Was that because of what Judas Iscariot did? Was it because of the condemnation of the Jewish elders, who acted, I feel, out of desire to maintain their own social standing? Or was it because, no matter what, Christ stood by God’s Will as being His own salvation?
History does not hold in high esteem the name Judas Iscariot. History does not even record the name of those Jewish elders. Yet it holds high Christ’s unshakeable faith in God’s Will.
The stance of Christianity that Christ’s suffering on the cross was what caused the salvation of all Christians is, I feel somewhat adulterated with misqualified, denser energies. It was, I feel, not his physical suffering that caused the upliftment of humankind. Rather it was his understanding that faith in God’s Will is the greatest good that can befall a human being.
Adherence to God’s Will may cause what seems like suffering; yet in the end, each of us passes on. Each of us suffers in that way. And after that, what befalls us? How may we experience the most joy after passing on? By continuing in our faith in the Will of God, which stands like a beacon before the Soul even when the physical body no longer may act as an instrument of the Soul’s self-understanding.
Thus it seems to me that the great glory of the Crucifixion was Christ’s greater understanding of right action in right understanding in dimensions higher than the third dimension, the mere physical realm. He did his best to preserve his physical body, and so, I feel, ought each of us Christians. Yet when that instinct of self-preservation was, in his optimal timeline and dimension in the causal realm (the third and fourth dimensions) of no avail, then faith in God saw Him through to dimensions fifth (the Heavenworlds) and higher. His faith overlit the path to the higher dimensions for the many who follow his example.
In a Lightworker context, in everyday life, the moral obligation of a human being is to balance the outgoing energy of selfless service with the incoming energy of personal healing, or ‘service to self’; for without being well and healthy ourselves … without having enough money to get by … without being happy and feeling joy in our lives … how can we hope to offer health and prosperity, happiness and joy, to other people in the world? I hold that to be strongly true: That I must first look to my physical welfare, and from that standing point, I may radiate Light and love and joy to all other human beings.
In terms of the lesser Light, the darker understandings of our animal ancestry, I gather from the psychic plane that there are historical forms of ‘shunning’ used by Judaism, by Early Christianity, and by Catholicism as a form of curse … which in my LIghtworker work I consider to be witchcraft. One of these, which I ran across in recent years on the psychic plane, is ‘Anathema’.
According to Wikipedia, “Anathema, in common usage, is something that or someone who is detested or shunned. In its other main usage, it is a formal excommunication …. The latter meaning, its ecclesiastical sense, is based on New Testament usage. In the Old Testament, anathema was a creature or object set apart for sacrificial offering and thus removed from ordinary use and destined instead for destruction.” –from Link: “Anathema,” in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anathema … CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported
Shunning is a feral drive or pack instinct stemming from the subconscious mind, which is molded by the animal past of humankind. From the psychic plane … but not online … I gather the Christian church has other methods of shunning, such as ‘Excoriation’ (which was disapproved of by Pope Francis) … and one other ritual, that I was too shocked, while experiencing the channeling, to write down its name, and have now forgotten it.
I do recall with some vividness of emotional affect, a muckraking effort to cast me as a sexworker and drug addict, through a ritual of Excoriation on the psychic plane. In the dreamtime realm, this manifested as a gathering of Jesuits … or perhaps actor impersonators playing such a role … flogging in concert and uttering these untruths regarding my life and character. Were it true that this dream was created by actor impersonators, then it would have the double impact of scandalmongering with regard to the Jesuits, and mudslinging with regard to my own character. It was pretty grim stuff that spun out, that memorable night, in the dreamtime realm, through the Collective Subconscious of the noosphere.
On the psychic plane, acting out of the ritual texts of ‘Anathema’ and ‘Excoriation’ came across as a diatribe spoken with solemn authority by a group of Jesuits so as to cause the Soul to whom they referred to be damned to Hell. As is often the case on the psychic plane, the words of the curse of Anathema came across as if the Jesuits were applying the curse to me personally.
I have found from other instances that to feel personal about energy threads clairly perceived on the psychic plane is a misqualified approach to Lightworkers’ efforts to help anchor to planet Earth the Incoming Light of Earth’s Ascension. Of course, I agree, it is very unlikely that what I heard on the astral plane applies to me personally.
Nevertheless, it was off-putting enough for me to come to this conclusion regarding a good mode of action for Lightworkers in the current times: I suggest that groups of all sorts, including organized religion and government, are being purified and remolded as the Incoming Light buffets and upwardly energizes Earth in atunement with the higher frequencies of energy now available to all Earth beings.
I feel that, in the minds of pastors of churches throughout Los Angeles, as might be expected, because of the current COVID-19 pandemic, the specter of social unrest, and fluctuations in the worlds of finance, economics, and economic trade, there may be issues of concern for the clergy’s personal safety and of clergical abuse of well-heeled members of the congregations to mitigate the clergy’s personal fears.
For the time being, I feel it would be safest, when attending group meetings of all sorts, for us Lightworkers to give no money at all as donations, or only to offer a dollar bill, so as not to be singled out as an object of greed that might assuage the clergy’s fears for their personal safety and for not losing their church grounds in the general upheaval that is going on.
Especially, I feel it important not to offer donations to any non-profit institution in the form of a check, as when non-profits are hard up for finances, they will call our banks as if they were merchants or employers, and try to pinpoint donors with plenty of money in the bank. I would say, be very careful not to keep large amounts of money in a bank account accessible through checking, as this clearly might trigger acting out of the people in charge of the non-profits because of their greed and their concern for their personal safety, as well as the enduring safety of their non-profit organizations.
For those of the LIghtworkers who inadvertently pull in the curse of Anathema, I would be hard-pressed to express the extent to which I feel it inadvisable to approach the issue of witchcraft and black magic within the major religions through action in the real world. Instead, we must dissolve within ourselves any strands of energy … no matter how small … that allow this energy to manifest in our energy bodies, using our usual Lightworker techniques. Were the circumstances of human institutions during the Ascension process to prevent our participation in groups, we might always view a church service online, say our prayers at home, and walk lovingly upon the Earth throughout our days.
God bless you all,
And keep you safe,
And be with you through all your days!
In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett,
I Am of the Stars
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Loathe though I be to broach such a topic, here are the figures on death by COVID in California to date: (64,016 deaths) divided by (4,085,001 confirmed cases to date) times 100 (to get the percent) = 1.6% death rate. Not so awful after all!
In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett,
I Am of the Stars
Pragmatic Prophet here! I have a hunch that a white powder made from the seeds of a weed local to the Santa Monica Mountains may be passed off as ‘cocaine’ on the streets of Los Angeles.
The illegal substance is Datura, also known as locoweed, jimsonweed, and devil’s trumpet. Regular use of this hallucinogenic poison can cause aggressive behavior, irritability, and paranoid schizophrenia …
Link: “Chronic Non-fatal Datura Abuse in a Patient of Paranoid Schizophrenia: A Case Report,” by Souray Khanra, C.R.J. Khess, and Naveen Srivastava, 10 December 2014 … https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/25544354/ ..
Eating Datura causes delirium, which is to say, inability to differentiate reality from fantasy. It causes vivid, dream-like hallucinations and mental confusion. Other symptoms are the heart beating too fast, bizarre and sometimes violent behavior, and stripping off one’s clothes possibly in a public place.
After ingesting the drug, a person feels restless, depressed, and anxious. Other symptoms are dilation of the pupils of the eyes, inability to urinate, muscle stiffness, temporary paralysis, and amnesia. In a few cases, people have died after ingesting the drug.
A person begins feeling the symptoms about an hour after ingesting this illegal substance. The symptoms last from one or two days to more than 2 weeks. Most people hope never to repeat the experience.
Please warn your neighbors and friends of the bad effects of using this cocaine ‘knockoff’.
Written and published on 2 July 2021
Location: San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, California
In the last few years I have found that whenever I go for a swim in my backyard here in the San Fernando Valley, although no one but I am there in the backyard, the eyes of about 10 men and boys are electronically trained on my swimming form.
With my astral hearing, I hear them offering prurient quips, each to the other. I am the butt of ‘Archie Bunker’ type jokes offered by men whose minds are no larger than the neurons in their genital organs. It seems they are without Higher Minds at all.
How can a woman who holds to the good and true wish such subhuman beings well? In my mind’s eye I see these men just as in the drawings below … less than human; hopelessly enmired in karma.
I wonder how it can be that my neighbors would countenance such a thing? Are there no honorable men and women on our street, who are willing to stand against such low-minded behavior and let these men and boys know how poorly they are behaving?
Surely it is better to talk amongst yourselves and resolve this issue than to go the expense and personal disgrace of a lawsuit. Please end the sexual abuse and verbal abuse of women here in the San Fernando Valley. It is ignoble and unworthy of the true and good man, the man who is worthy of esteem in the eyes of his neighbors.
Link: “Peeping Toms . Child Molestation,” drawings by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 14 August 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jwP ..
Link: “Mystery RIFF: Backyard Spy Cameras Boost Income for Telecommunications Companies?” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 26 June 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-nw7 ..
Link: “Male Drive to Territorial Aggression and Mate Acquisition on the Astral Plane,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 22 May 2016; published on 31 May 2016; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5lG … Surf to: 2. Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Case of the Peeping Tom … and … The Case of the Astral Voyeurs
‘Heart Vampire’ is said to have caused the members of his group to levitate, and also to have levitated himself. There is, I feel, good reason not to be conceited about levitating, should one be so unfortunate as to do so, as will become apparent from the story below.
There is a man I nickname Heart Vampire. This was a spiritual teacher I encountered some years ago, and found out was apparently the head of a ‘killing cult’ or ‘death cult’. I gather from a book I read, and which I intuited might have been created by his cult, that this person thinks of himself as a cannibalistic reptoid from someplace other than Earth.
I was right away reminded of an image I saw online image recently of a very gnarly-looking bipedal demon, with a snarl on its face, standing facing forward. In front of the demon was a beautiful woman, in a sort of a trance. The demon had sunk the claws of its left hand into the left shoulder of the woman, and had lifted her off the ground. Here is the image, which I feel was rendered with very convincing dramatic flair …
I have my own story to tell about the demon I saw in the image, as it seems to me this demon might be kin to one that swooped in and overlit Heart Vampire, who was the national leader of a meditation group I attended for a few years. The events I am about to describe happened in the year 2013 or so. I admit I have delayed in telling this tale, as my life in general is just not like this. I could barely believe what happened back then, and it seems to me but a dream today. Nevertheless, from time to time I remember; it could be the memory will dissipate in the telling of the events that transpired on that fateful weekend.
These events took place in a span of three days, over a weekend. I recall I went to a meditation led by that teacher on the East Coast in October 2013. Many dark and sinister psychic phenomena occurred within a few days of each other. There were omens and forebodings and very bad dreams. My psychic ears were ‘pricked up’ and I was on the lookout 24-7 for trouble on both the psychic plane and the physical plane.
I was staying at a staid motel on the East Coast, where I had stayed before. It was a colonial sort of place … genteel, laid-back, and just a little gone to seed, but well kept up for all that. There was a fringe of forest out back; a creek meandered through it. Not a lot of traffic on the country roads that intersected there; in short, it was a quiet and well-appointed retreat.
The first thing that happened was this: I saw in the hallway just beside the door to my room a young Chinese woman standing. That struck me as odd; thinking back, I could not remember one guest at that motel, in the last few years, who had been other than Caucasian. This woman seemed to me like a University student; she had that well-bred, educated look. She was in her 20s, I guessed. Somehow, through some crook of the imagination, I sensed an aura of secrecy, something like secret agent, or CIA, or special operative. This hunch was mystifying, and it set me on edge. So when I left the room for the day’s adventures, I set a doorknob alarm on the inside knob of my motel room door.
That first day I visited a member of the meditation group at a home about an hour away. She was the woman I later nicknamed “Torturess,” a member from the Wild West portion of the group who had been visiting the East Coast for a month or so …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Torturess’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 4 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lR9 ..
Her husband was ‘Hunter-Snuffer’ …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Hunter-Snuffer’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 5 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lSo ..
At the time of my visit I had not an inkling of what was hidden within their subconscious minds; rather, what I felt was a vague uneasiness. Something was just not right, I felt. But what was that? What was going on?
‘Torturess’ was staying with an infant she said was her grandchild in a house on a quiet side street. The house had half a plywood sheet nailed over the entryway to the basement; she said her daughter and son-in-law were renovating that area.
The baby was asleep in a bassinet or crib in the living room. It was a chubby, pleasant-faced child; its face reminded me just a little of the Buddha, very serene. On the mantel over the fireplace across from the bassinet was a very evil looking Satan mask, maybe left over from Halloween. When I saw the mask, I felt a chill, and saw a vision of an invisible Satan’s mask drawn in ‘Dark Light’ upon the bedroom door of ‘Torturess’ at her house in the Wild West. I recalled that was a doorway I had never entered, and wondered what secrets were behind the door. And what secrets were in store for this infant that lay there so peacefully?
What with traffic and travelling a route unknown to me, whose roads were, to say the least, illogically laid out and poorly signed, I arrived late, and could visit for only an hour. We walked with the baby in a stroller a block or so, along the tree-lined, narrow street in front of the house. Then I left, hoping to get to the evening meditation on time.
The meditation that evening was being held at the house of the East Coast meditation leader, a woman I nicknamed “Three House Hostess.” I may have gotten some of the things described below mixed up with a prior meditation weekend at that house; at this distance in time it is hard to ascertain. At any rate, this is how I remember that night in October 2013 …
There were the usual East Coast meditators there, and also the woman I nicknamed ‘Alluring Calm’, who was my meditation leader from the West Coast, in addition to ‘Heart Vampire’ …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Heart Vampire’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 14 February 2021; revised… https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lzW ..
… and his wife ‘inanna’ (as I nicknamed her) from the Wild West …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Inanna’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 5 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lTa ..
Another of the East Coast meditation leaders … a very pretty woman I have not nicknamed … brought with her a man about her age, whom I had not seen before. I took him to be her boyfriend.
It was not possible to determine much about the people in the meditation group, as there was a rule of silence before and after the meditations. Aside from the teacher, no one could talk during the meditations unless they raised their hand and the meditation teacher nodded his head in their direction and assented. In almost every instance, input by students was short and sweet. Interspersed with the meditation were long talks by the teacher.
And so, I never got to know any of the people in the group in the usual, chit chat and small talk way. Other than that they were meditators, I knew nothing about them. I was left to surmise and psy to ‘fill in the gaps’, except a little bit with two of his students, a couple I nicknamed ‘Torturess’ and ‘Hunter-Snuffer’; those two invited me over in a polite, social way a few times. From their small talk then I got to know them a little; though small talk, I feel, is but the polite social veneer, not the ‘real McCoy’ of true friendship. Do you not feel that to be so? It was from that small talk that I began to become aware of deep and very unsettling undercurrents in the meditation group. I recall I could not put my finger on it; I began to get a very uneasy feeling. Something just did not fit right … something did not suit. It seemed things might be, in effect, just the opposite of what they appeared to be.
To get back to the October 2013 meditation: There was a man that ‘Heart Vampire’ introduced as his son at the meditation. This man looked a little like he felt out of place, as if he were not used to meditation. Nevertheless, he sat quietly throughout.
There were also several … maybe two … strange men dressed, I think, in suits. On the mighty slim evidence of the clothes they wore and their facial expressions, I took them to be IRS agents or secret service agents. That was just how the energy struck me that weekend … the energy seemed conspiratory. What with these strange, suited men and the young Chinese woman in my motel hallway, conspiracy theory seemed to be ‘in the air’.
I recall after the meditation that evening, as everyone exited to the back yard, one of the suited men hit on the prettiest young woman who had been at the meditation. Judging from the uneventful endings of other meditations I had attended, this seemed to me to be an outstanding faux pas. Such behavior had never occurred priorly. I recall she demurred. Nevertheless I was put in mind of those Secret Agent 007 movies I had seen, and this increased the air of mystery. What was up? Had this been an attempt to pump the young woman for information?
The meditation was held in a basement room of the home of ‘Three House Hostess’. It was a smallish room, jam-packed with chairs. There was a place for the teacher to sit on one side of the room. Then there were three rows of chairs facing the teacher’s seat, and other chairs all around.
The teacher came down the stairs from the ground floor. It looked like he was somehow blinded, and feeling his way along the wall, till he got to his chair. Then he looked (although it seemed sightlessly … maybe with his astral vision) around the room. He said to one person or the other: Please move and sit over here or there. He told me to sit over toward a side wall, nearer to “Alluring Calm,” as I recall, and farther from him. That was par for the course, as I intuitively knew he did not like me; maybe that he was a little afraid of me; that he did not want me to be too close to him. He would nearly never call on me in class if I raised my hand. Nor would he approve the songs I composed, in most cases. Nor would he respond to an email, though once I got him on the phone for a moment.
That, I recall very vividly, was a time when I was about to board an airplane out of Los Angeles, heading for the Wild West, and about 20 howling demons seemed to be in hot pursuit of me. I called in the Los Angeles Airport to ask what to do about the demons. I was surprised to get him on the phone. I recall he was very relaxed about it; I forget what he replied.
I remember these pretty pesky demons followed me onto the plane. After the plane took off, there I was, trapped with them. They could get out of the plane, but seemed disinclined to do so. I had to say in my seat. I recall they diverted themselves by zooming through my torso and head. At length I devised my physical form was unharmed, and determined to ignore those antics. That proved quite the right strategy.
As I recall, that had been the only time I got that teacher on the phone. Then from what transpired in October 2013, I gathered that phone call had been misguided … the result of my misconception of who and what ‘Heart Vampire’ really was about in this world. Or so it seemed to me.
To get back to the October 2013 meditation, I am going to telescope the events that occurred during three days of meditation into one telling. As you may have guessed, this is because I am at such a distance from the event now … in July 2021 … that I cannot tell the first day’s meditation from the others. What follows, then are highlights from the meditations that took place that weekend.
You may recall there was a pretty woman who brought her boyfriend, a stranger, to the meditation. She had on, as I recall, a short skirt, and she looked quite attractive that night. ‘Heart Vampire’ bade her sit on the floor in front of him. He was sitting on a chair facing her, so it must have seemed to her, as she sat on the floor, that he was looming or towering over her. He bade her spread her legs wide, and sing a love song to him. That she did, in a beautiful voice of longing for her beloved.
To be frank, I felt this to be out of place in a meditation room. I felt it was ill-mannered, and surely a slight to her boyfriend. I felt it might have been a display of one-upmanship, perhaps born of masculine insecurity or pique on the part of the teacher, and a strident display of the mind control ability he seemed to be exerting on everyone in the room, with the exception of ‘Alluring Calm’ and me.
What made us different, I wondered? Why were we able to resist his overwhelming psychic powers? Was it faith that made us different? Was faith in God such a powerful weapon against the Dark? As time wore on, I began to feel this must be so.
During the meditation that evening an extraordinary event occurred. The long-time meditators were in a deep meditative state. As usual, I had my telepathic ‘ears’ pricked, and listening for whatever astral intel might occur. I heard ‘Heart Vampire’, on the telepathic plane, summon a swarm of demons. I heard his psychic rebuke, sharply uttered and aimed my way: For your arrogance!
Then, with a flash and a flurry, ‘Heart Vampire’ thrust no less than thirteen demons into my energy field. What a shock! Why would he do such a thing? I was no less stunned to see him waft three demons into the aura of ‘Alluring Calm’, my Los Angeles meditation teacher. Then into the energy field of a pretty blonde woman sitting just in front of him he sent the one remaining demon. There we were, we three women, beset by demons; and I by far not the least of the three accursed by the man I had thought to be our national meditation teacher. Go figure!
Worse was yet to come. With a flurry of their black wings, the thirteen bad luck demons within my energy field rose fluttered upward towards the ceiling of the room. To my great consternation, I felt my body become lighter, and begin to rise from the seat of the chair. I was beginning to levitate!
This would never do. With all the strength of my will power I said: I will go back down to Earth and stay there! This levitation thing is not for me! Slowly but surely I became heavier and heavier, till I was my usual weight. And that weight settled with accustomed firmness back onto my chair. What a relief!
For those of you upon whom may be visited this concern not to levitate, I later wrote this chant to increase the power of gravity in our energy fields. It works much better than what I originally came up with, and gives me a light and happy feeling when I chant it. The chant is: Mother Earth loves me …
Link: “Mother Earth Loves Me: A Chant to Enhance the Force of Gravity,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 16 February 2019; published on 3 March 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bRh ..
After the meditation I returned to my motel room. When I got there, I noticed the doorknob alarm on my motel room door was broken, and got the feeling the room had been looked through. That set me on edge.
That night, I connected on the astral plane with a man who was a psychic working for the military, who was wearing an Army-Navy-issued headgear that piped in sounds of rape and murder at night; this induced a vision of six to eight military men in a clearing, wearing civilian clothes or maybe camouflage gear for hunting. They were sitting in a circle, taking turns torturing a young woman lying in the middle of the circle. In a further elaboration of this vision, they killed the woman. Then one of them went to a small outhouse nearby and shot her two young children huddled there.
As if that were not enough by way of nightmares, I then had another vision, of several people meeting … I could not tell who they were. These people were meeting to decide whether to assume a franchise on psilocybin, via a Mexican cartel. One man asked how risky it might be, and seemed reassured by the answer. Who were these people? Was not psilocybin a hallucinogenic drug? Could it be that I had been drugged during the day without my knowledge? Could that account for these awful nightmares?
That Saturday morning, I recall I woke up pretty rattled. I went over to the home of ‘Three House Hostess’, looking for ‘Heart Vampire’ … whom at that time I had inaccurately pegged to be a ‘good guy’. Little did I know.
‘Heart Vampire’ was not there, or was not available, but ‘Three House Hostess’ greeted me kindly. I explained I was feeling off balance. I recall she said: How can things have come to this? (or words to that effect). She gave me a picture of the Virgin Mary, and a rosary blessed by a saint, and a plastic statue of the Virgin Mary. These reassured me, and reminded me of my Christian faith, and helped me return to my normal state of mind.
Well to get on with it, the weekend meditation ended, and I made it safely out of there, and signed out of the motel, and drove back to the airport. And then on the return flight some more weird things happened … enough so to make me wonder why I even bother to travel by plane. I felt I must be getting jet lag, or altitude discombobulation … something like that. Why not take the train henceforth? I still feel this might be a nice way to travel.
I got on the plane, and was belted into my seat. As we became airborne, I began to have a conspiracy theory notion that the not-so-tall, redhaired man in the seat beside me and the taller man just across the aisle, and the perky stewardess walking down the aisle were hoping to mind control me and find out this or that. I had no idea what, as all this seemed pretty far-fetched. Well, I thought, a la Dale Carnegie …
Citation: “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living,” a book by Dale Carnegie, October 1998, Simon and Schuster.
… What is the worst that can happen? Could be the stewardess’ drinking water might have a truth drug in it, but then I had brought along my own water to drink. So that was not a worry. Might be I would nap while in flight, and my brain might be picked by the redhaired man, but then, what secrets were in it, anyway, that were worth stealing? None that I could think of. Maybe the redhaired man could induce a psychic heart attack as I slept? That was a concern, but no prior such attempts undertaken on the astral plane had succeeded; likely they would not succeed that day as well. And with that, I settled in for a nap.
Why have I delayed so long in describing the events of that weekend? To be truthful, they just do not fit my world view. I guess when children are born to a Christian family, and raised up in a Christian faith, their outlook on life is basically optimistic. The emphasis of their lives is on God’s guidance of our lives, on Christ consciousness, on the loving heart of Mother Mary, and on the uplifting power of grace conveyed through the Holy Spirit, which is sometimes termed the Paraclete.
It seems to me that grief over a mother’s death can temporarily weaken our faith, leading to attempted inroads by those beings the Christian faith terms demons. When I saw the image of Kau’T (see above) yesterday, I all of a sudden realized that it represented very starkly the energy behind ‘Heart Vampire’, the man I had thought back then was a meditation teacher. I realized he must have been ‘overlit’ by a non-Christed star being, perhaps a Reptilian Star Being. Perhaps, I gleaned, ‘Heart Vampire’ was a ‘reptoid’, a reptilian-human hybrid. That might have accounted for his penchant for mind controlling his followers, for his gustatory leaning toward cannibalism, his daydreams of emasculating men, for the visions I had of demons during that time, and so on. In point of fact, I had been completely mistaken about him.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
See also … Link: “Hobnobbing with Demons and Devils – Oh, My!” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 23 October 2013; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7ix ..
If the prevalence is per 100,000, then the lifetime risk of getting HIV in Washington, D.C., for instance (which is hardest hit in the ‘states’ list, Table 13), then the percent of people would translate out to 2.5% and not 25%. What a difference!
‘TORTURESS’ AS SOURCE OF MY CONCERN OVER HIV RISK?
I recall that in 2019, when I wrote those blogs, I had a concern about astral intel I got while in the Four Corners area of the Wild West in the summers of 2013-2015. That had to do with a person I nicknamed ‘Torturess’, who was in the organization of ‘Heart Vampire’ there. I thought at the time there may have been a number of transgender women in the group who might have been sex workers, and I heard, on the astral airs, a great deal of upset over HIV and AIDS.
I recall one such person had, it seemed to me, ‘stalked’ me from Four Corners to the San Fernando Valley, and showed up as an exercise instructor at the 24-Hour Fitness in the Fallbrook Shopping Center, where I was enrolled.
I recall I was uptight about it at the time because I thought she was an antisocial personality engaged in snuff porn, and that she might have had something to do with the murder of Dylan Redwine, a child in the Four Corners area. I thought at the time ‘she knew I knew’ and that my life hung on a thread. Lucky for me I knew martial arts, I feel, and lucky push never came to shove with a physical confrontation.
I see by this article that 42% of transgender women have HIV …
It seems to me that telepathic interface with that person might have been the cause of the issue coming up for me on the astral plane in the years 2015-2019. After that I did not hear astral chatter about HIV and AIDS anymore, which could mean she returned to Four Corners.
Tempest in a teapot, it seems, on the astral airs, which cannot easily be judged arithmetically. There is also always the chance it might have been about the health concerns of someone else entirely. That is the way it goes with astral intel.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
P.S. I have added an update to the 2019 blogs I wrote on HIV to the effect the prevalence is much less than priorly stated.
Note: ‘Torturess’ and ‘Hunter-Snuffer’ were a couple in the year 2015, but I did not see him in Los Angeles in 2017-2018 or so; only a woman who I took to be ‘Torturess’.