Category Archives: Wild West (not the West Coast)

Fool’s Gold . a rhymed poem by Alice B. Clagett

Fool's Gold . a rhymed poem by Alice B. Clagett

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  • FOOL’S GOLD, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a short satire on counterfeit money ..

FOOL’S GOLD
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
27 November 2019

Would you like some counterfeit?
We have tons and tons of it.

If you say yes, and Fort Knox knocks,
They will have what you have not …
The stuff that dreams are made of.

Who can guess with what duress
The Feds will put you to the test?
Confess! … unless  you’d like a drubbing.

So I say: At the end of the day
It’s better to have what you make,
Than fake … albeit merely pennies.

Then, should the Feds express distress
You can show what you were paid …
And so allay budding dismay
On the part of every party.

I do presume to sing this tune
Of happiness without much stress
By being quite the opposite
Of those who profess to be lawless.

Heartache creeps in
When the heart takes a spin
To the land of the heartachy hard case …

Perhaps not the gallows
Yet prison will swallow
The years of our youth
Amongst the uncouth
Who did not know real bread
From playdough

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In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!

Written on 27 November 2019; published on 30 November 2019; revised on 30 April 2025
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

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The Gatorade Kid . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

The Gatorade Kid . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Image: “Inkwell icon,” by Adrian Park, 2012, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Inkwell_icon_-_Noun_Project_2512.svg … CC BY 3.0 Unported

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  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “The Gatorade Kid,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem for you, about a tragic story part 3D and part 4D, that unfolded in Durango, Colorado, four years ago. Sometimes there is no way to redress the wrongs of the world except through story-telling, poetry, art, or song …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“The Gatorade Kid”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
25 October 2019
Soundtrack and Words

 

There was a kid
who lived outside
He lived right behind
The Iron Horse Inn

When the snows came
He would beg those within
for a chance to stay warm
from dusk to dawn.

The rent he paid was
a goofy grin
and if they required it –
a night’s love-in

One day I heard
a car drive by
I heard, offhand:
Would you like a ride?

and the kid said: Sure!

They stopped just offroad
in an evergreen aisle.
The man at the wheel
said with a smile:

Kid, wanna go the mile?
I can make it worth your while!

and the kid said: Sure!

Then I saw the boy’s face
contorted in pain
Oh! Why does it feel so strange?

He fell down bleeding by a back tire
On the ground down snow
‘Twixt the car and the lane

Two men guffawed
and drove away

The next day I walked out
my motel door
hoping to see
the boy’s face once more

I saw his Gatorade lying there
in a snowdrift
by a new guest’s door

It was tipped sideways.
It was half full –
the liquid bright blue
on the shoveled snow

Next day I walked out
with a flutter of hope
like a blue bird tangled
up in my heart

I saw the Gatorade
sunk in the snow
and my heart checked out
of the Iron Horse Inn.

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In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!

Written on 25 October 2019; published on 25 October 2019; video published on 24 November 2019. Revised on 30 April 2025
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

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Ice: A Murder Plot! . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Ice: A Murder Plot!

Image: “Sleeping Girl,” attributed to Sigismondo Coccapani (1583-1643); attributed to Domenico Fetti (1589-), 1620-1622, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Domenico_Fetti_-_Sleeping_Girl_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg … public domain ..

Image: “Sleeping Girl,” attributed to Sigismondo Coccapani (1583-1643); attributed to Domenico Fetti (1589-), 1620-1622, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Domenico_Fetti_-_Sleeping_Girl_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg … public domain

To turn off the spooky background music, click once or twice on the arrow on the audio bar at the bottom of the page …

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Ice: A Murder Plot!” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem called “Ice: A Murder Plot!” about what I intuited might be a well-laid murder plot in the Wild West. I was, I feel, the intended victim. Luckily I escaped ‘before the fact’, unscathed. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.

This is a poem called “Ice: A Murder Plot!” …

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“Ice: A Murder Plot!”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
19 September 2019

This is a fictional, narrative poem.

 

I said, I’m a charity trust trustee
Ought I stay on the board or leave it?

He said, Why live with clutter?

Out of the corner of my eye
I looked round at his office

No papers, no books, no cabinets
Just a laptop and a printer

Ok, I said. I agree

As he handed me the paper to sign
his eyes cut like a razor

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He said, Here are your POA forms
One is for power over health
the other for just about everything else

If you want
my wife and I
can provide that service for you

His eyes looked clear, like river ice
early on, in the winter

Ok, I said. I will sign them

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His eyes turned blue like the midday sky
as he handed me the papers

Here’s a form, he said,
that I always advise
it’s important for your children

After 3 days they pull the plug
it saves them from commotion

I said, I don’t like that form at all!
Look at me – I’m the picture of perfect health
and then, I have no children

His eyes glinted like sun on snow
He said, My advice is to sign it.

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He opened the door to show me out
Then stopped for half a second

My wife, he said, does health massage

I said, May I have her number?

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She said, I can’t see you at my job
They’re fixing the floor in my office.
I’ll do the massage at our home instead

Her voice was like raspberry jam on toast
Why did that concern me?

What day? I asked
with a frog in my throat

She said, I’ll get back to you

Two weeks later, I found the door
of the place where she and her husband lived

Here, she said, is my new massage table

Her hand touched the cloth
in the way that a priest
offers the Sunday Eucharist

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I don’t disrobe for massage, I said
I hope you can work around that

Her lips froze
Her eyes assessed
Her hip touched the edge of the table gently

Would that be ok? I asked

Ok, she said. Lie down here.

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This is a new technique, she said
You’ll be the first to try it
and she explained cerebrally
the ins and outs of the method

Then out of the blue, it seemed to me,
she said, Do you know Catherine?
I have known her for years, she said
and I really like her

My eyes froze, then relaxed. O yeah.
It’s Catherine that’s working back in town
next door to this young lady

A hunch formed in the back of my mind
Then disappeared
before I could see
more than a claw
or the look on the face of it

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A man in a hat
that concealed his face
walked in from the yard

As he cleared the lintel I saw
the door was still half open

His shadow lay
like a long black line
on the floor at the foot of the table

Who’s that? I asked

O, she said,
He’s just a gawker from next door
You don’t mind, do you?

I said, Yes I do!

The stranger stopped inching towards us

He turned round in the cool dim room
felt for the door with his left hand
and stumbled into the sunlight

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My blood turned hot.
My hands got cold
My heart got a speeding ticket

I sat up.

My gosh, I have to go!
Here, let me pay you

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In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!

Written on 19 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019; revised on 6 April 2023 and on 29 May 2023
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

NOTES: As you may know, ‘to ice’ is an old time slang word that means ‘to murder’ … to ‘send to the morgue’, where it is icy cold.

… and POA means ‘power of attorney’

See also … Link: “Elder Euthanasia for Profit: Truth or Fiction?” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 10 April 2022 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-qLk ..

Here is background information … Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: Murder in the Wild West,” a story by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 8 August 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jrE ..


 

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Perilous Tales: Kali . by Alice B. Clagett

Perilous Tales: Kali

Drawing: “Kali Clothed,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: A buxom woman with red lipstick and shoulder-length hair, wearing a teal bikini, squatting over the head of a man with open mouth, open eyes, and a crew cut; the facial expression of the man is one of distress. The woman’s feet are about a yard apart, toes outward in the plié position of ballet. Her upper arms and elbows are by her sides, forearms horizontal and spread-eagle, fingers spread wide. Above the woman’s head is the torso of a man, limbs spread-eagle, genitalia obscured by a brown and teal splotch of paint. This is an adaptation of my drawing “Kali Unclothed” that cannot be posted online due to censorship issues.

Drawing: “Kali Clothed,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: A buxom woman with red lipstick and shoulder-length hair, wearing a teal bikini, squatting over the head of a man with open mouth, open eyes, and a crew cut; the facial expression of the man is one of distress. The woman’s feet are about a yard apart, toes outward in the plié position of ballet. Her upper arms and elbows are by her sides, forearms horizontal and spread-eagle, fingers spread wide. Above the woman’s head is the torso of a man, limbs spread-eagle, genitalia obscured by a brown and teal splotch of paint. This is an adaptation of my drawing “Kali Unclothed” that cannot be posted online due to censorship issues.

  • INTRODUCTION
  • NO SECURE PLACE TO LEAVE MY BELONGINGS WHILE AT THE FITNESS CENTER
  • THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING SUN HAT
    • Two of My Sun Hats Disappear in the Changing Room
    • The Cleaning Lady Who Chased Me with Her Broom
    • Eh, So What? at the Front Desk
  • NEW TEACHERS AT SENIOR FITNESS CLASSES
    • ‘Kali’ as a Fitness Instructor
    • A Second ‘Kali’ Is Hired as Fitness Instructor
    • I Will Nail You!
    • Hiding Behind a Pillar to Elude Her
  • FOR ADULT VIEWING ONLY . IMAGE OF KALI CLOTHED

Dear Ones,

INTRODUCTION

In the autumn of 2018 I had been attending senior exercise classes at a local fitness center for several years. I was over the initial condition, plantar fasciitis, that prevented my usual hiking and steered me to the fitness center, and I was getting tired of doing the same not very challenging exercises time after time, in a darkly lit room, with teachers sometimes good, and sometimes not to my liking, and music so loud that I had to wear noise dampening ear muffs.

NO SECURE PLACE TO LEAVE MY BELONGINGS WHILE AT THE FITNESS CENTER

There were other issues to deal with at the fitness center. Topmost was the issue of security for my person and my belongings. The front desk had advised, on my first day there, that cars in the parking lot were often broken into; and that I should leave nothing of value in the cars. The advice of the front desk regarding the lockers in the changing room was the same: Locking the lockers would not avail; I ought leave nothing of value in them.

I asked about the high security lockers in front of the front desk, which had keys, and the people at the desk advised these were also not secure; I later found that front desk personnel had the keys, and these personnel changed out frequently. Thus it must be that any number of ex-staff might, theoretically, have keys to the high security lockers.

Where was one to leave one’s wallet and car keys, then? I thought maybe I keep them in a backpack at the back of the exercise class, and stand directly in front of the backpack throughout.

This I found to be a successful approach, although I was only able to participate when one of the teachers asked the people in the group to stride round the room as one of her exercises, by first donning my backpack.

In addition, there was a woman in one of the classes, perhaps cognitively challenged, who would attempt to filch our belongings, and on Fridays adults not in the class would sneak in and walk off with people’s handhelds, keys, and purses.

In short, while in that class, it was ‘heads up’ at every moment, with regard to personal security.

THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING SUN HAT

Two of My Sun Hats Disappear in the Changing Room

Along those lines, and before getting back to the true topic of today’s blog, I remember how, when I first started going to the fitness center, when I would go to the changing room after class, that I somehow unaccountably walked out of the changing area missing my sun hat. This I knew because I needed to put it on as I exited the lobby for the parking lot, and could not. I went back in and looked in the locker, and asked at the front desk … No hat! Quite a mystery!

Because this happened a second time, in much the same way, it seemed clear that something was up, and that something had to do with the changing room.

So then a third time, after class, I walked into the changing area, this time with careful determination to keep an eye on my hat. I changed in a restroom stall, so that I could keep my hat and belongings on the wall side of the stall. I walked out of the stall and stood at a restroom sink, belongings touching my left leg.

The Cleaning Lady Who Chased Me with Her Broom

I looked up at the mirror as I began to brush my teeth. Then I saw a cleaning lady sidle up behind me, on the left side, and bend down toward the bag in which I had placed my hat. I grabbed the top of the bag and looked her in the eye. She grabbed her broom handle and lifted it over her head.

I grabbed my bag and went to the far side of the locker room to put my shoes on. She followed me, broom handle raised, aiming to position herself behind my back, between the lockers and the bench on which I was sitting.

Eh, So What? at the Front Desk

As, had she attained that stance I would have been a ‘sitting duck’, I grabbed my bag and my shoes and went out into the lobby of the fitness center. There I explained what had happened. The person at the front desk said that the cleaning woman was a good worker, and that she would calm down after awhile. Lacking other recourse, I sat in a chair in the lobby to put on my walking shoes, and left for the parking lot, hat in hand.

NEW TEACHERS AT SENIOR FITNESS CLASSES

‘Kali’ as a Fitness Instructor

A woman arrived as a teacher of one of the senior fitness classes, and I did not like her, because of her masculine-acting, bossy manner of teaching and her sexual manner.

As to looks, she reminded me of a woman named Ansie [assumed name], a lady I met in Durango. I had begun to experience uneasiness towards Ansie and her husband in 2015, I think it was, and because of that had since avoided them. The cause of my uneasiness was what I perceived to be a mismatch between their emotional affect and their actions and speech. It felt like something was ‘amiss’ … something I could not quite put my finger on. Possibly I was just not their type, and vice versa?

Although it seemed likely that this new teacher, despite the strong resemblance, was not the person I knew in Durango (as the former seemed younger), I did my best to avoid the new  teacher, and rather went to the classes led by teachers I felt to be inspiring … those who projected heart centered Awareness.

A Second ‘Kali’ Is Hired as Fitness Instructor

For a while that worked out right well; but then another teacher arrived whose energy was very like that of the masculine-acting, bossy teacher with the sexual manner. I remember it felt like pure sexual hatred was being projected from her second chakra.

I remember wondering if she might have been a transgender person who was unable to achieve orgasm because of her sex-change operation, and if that might be the reason for the sexual rage I sensed?

I wondered if she had an ailing mother at home whom she resented, and if maybe I reminded her of her mother?

Could she be a sex worker, I wondered? I remember how coldly she rebuffed a shy, flirtatious remark by a man in the front of the class. I wondered: If she were to be a sex worker, who could her prospective clients be?

I Will Nail You!

I remember hiding behind a pillar during the class to avoid being hit by what seemed to me to be astral ‘nails’ of sexual hatred being slung at me. She seemed to be saying, on the psychic plane: I will nail you! I will nail you! …

Link: “Acting Out of the Subconscious Metaphor: I Will Nail You!” by Alice B. Clagett, drafted on 14 November 2018; final draft on 10 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-b39 ..

What on earth was going on, I wondered? I had never encountered anything like that before, in my life!

Hiding Behind a Pillar to Elude Her

I remember how, when I moved behind the pillar at the back of the classroom, that new teacher at the front of the room would move to one side, scowling, to get a clear view of me. Then I would move slightly to the other side, to block her view. Then she would shift position, to get a clear view of me. And so on.

Twice, she became so angry at my avoiding her that she walked directly up to me, as I stood in the back of the room, and began doing plies, feet spread about a yard apart. Glaring at me, she yelled: This is how it’s done. You see? This is how it’s done!

This so horrified me that, in December 2018 I decided senior exercise class was not worth it, and opted out of the fitness center, in favor of the mountain walks I so love.

IMAGE OF KALI CLOTHED
I suggest the below image only be viewed by children if their parents consent, as there is a suggestively posed person in it.

The final episode of my misadventures at the fitness center has so haunted me for the last eight months that I finally made a drawing of how the spirit of that teacher seemed to me, on the psychic plane. My first rendition was explicit as to sexual organs, and that surely will not do, online. After awhile I thought I might add clothes or other obscuration, such as a paint blotch, and then it would be all right to put the drawing online; yesterday I did that.

Nevertheless, because of the unpleasant nature of the topic of the drawing, and the sexual connotation, I advise only those over 18 years of age look at the below image. I feel that would be best. In addition, for those adults who, like me, do not like prurient topics, I suggest that you avoid looking at the drawing as well; as an alternative, you might simply read the description …

Kali

Image: “Kali Clothed,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: A buxom woman with red lipstick and shoulder-length hair, wearing a teal bikini, squatting over the head of a man with open mouth, open eyes, and a crew cut; the facial expression of the man is one of distress. The woman’s feet are about a yard apart, toes outward in the plié position of ballet. Her upper arms and elbows are by her sides, forearms horizontal and spread-eagle, fingers spread wide. Above the woman’s head is the torso of a man, limbs spread-eagle, genitalia obscured by a brown and teal splotch of paint. This is an adaptation of my drawing “Kali Unclothed” that cannot be posted online due to censorship laws.

Image: “Kali Clothed,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com

DESCRIPTION: A buxom woman with red lipstick and shoulder-length hair, wearing a teal bikini, squatting over the head of a man with open mouth, open eyes, and a crew cut; the facial expression of the man is one of distress. The woman’s feet are about a yard apart, toes outward in the plié position of ballet. Her upper arms and elbows are by her sides, forearms horizontal and spread-eagle, fingers spread wide. 

Above the woman’s head is the torso of a man, limbs spread-eagle, genitalia obscured by a brown and teal splotch of paint. This is an adaptation of my drawing “Kali Unclothed” that cannot be posted online due to censorship laws.

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In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!

Written and published on 21 August 2019; revised on 17 January 2024
Subconscious metaphor: I will nail you!

The drawing is featured in Link: “Tiny Anthologies: Demons, Devils and Ghosts . drawings and images by Alice B. Clagett, Published on 3 August 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jnZ ..

See also … 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 ..

Here is background information … Link: “Murder in the Wild West: Con Artists with a Fatal Flare,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 8 August 2020; removed from online, then republished on 7 July 2021; revised on 24 July 2022 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-nRK ..

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Gad: An Apocryphal Ghost Story . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 7 November 2019
Location: Homol’ovi State Park, Arizona

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Gad: An Apocryphal Ghost Story,” by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a ghost story for you. I heard the story on the astral plane while walking in Serrano Valley, California. The boy was buried in a cemetery at Homol’ovi State Park in Arizona, in an area of Native American hunting grounds.

There is an edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“Gad: An Apocryphal Ghost Story”
by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
24 July 2019

 

I feel there is not one word of truth in this. But I have to admit, it is a pretty good ghost story.

I was resting a minute ago under those trees over there … [shows a stand of oak trees] … and when I got up, I thought about the boy named Gad who died at a very young age out in … was it Utah, I think? … and how I had spoken to his spirit some years ago, and how he was waiting for his father and looking for his father. And he said his mom had gone off to the town because there was not enough water and she needed to go to the town. And then he passed on while his mom was looking for his mother, I guess … But I did not know that part; all I knew was that he was waiting for his dad, whom he really admired very much. And he was hoping to one day have a wife of his own; he was waiting for that day. [smiles]

Since I was speaking with spirits today, I thought maybe I could get in touch with Gad … even though, here I am in California, near the beach … in Serrano Valley … and there is Gad there at the graveyard, out on the Native American reservation … in Utah, I think it was.

So I called for Gad. What do you know, he answered! His accent is just very, very different from that of the people in this pioneer area here. And I asked him if he was still looking for his dad. He said, Yup! He was still waiting for him.

So I asked around, on the astral airs, whether there was anyone there that was the father of a boy named Gad. And a man answered. He said: Yes, yes I know Gad.

I said: Is that your son then?

And he said: Yes.

I said: Could you find him?

And within a minute or two they met up on the astral plane. They were so happy to see each other! It was incredible. And Gad’s father told him: I went to find your mother, but I could not find her.

Gad and his father were very happy to find each other again. And the boy said that he had died at the place where they had settled, but that the Indian braves … that is what he called them … had made a safe place for him there. I am glad they agreed to do that …

I heard the father and son off talking again just now. The young boy said: I said, ‘I think I need a drink of water’ … And then he said: That’s the last thing I said before I died. 

And then the father said: Here, son, let’s sit here and sing ‘Rock of Ages’ song. So I guess that is what they are doing now …

Well this is quite something; the father just said: Well there’s your mother! 

And I heard the mother say something like: Well, don’t you just know I’m your Rock of Ages woman? And then she said: Why didn’t you find me? I passed on of something that did not have birthday ingredients in it.

So I guess they are all three together now … the father, the mother, and the son named Gad (for a gadfly!) ..,

Now the story keeps on … The man said: What are your name? And he waited …

And I said: Alice Clagett.

And he said: This here are Clementine … meaning his wife.

And I said: And your name is …?

And he said: Jason. And this are Gad, the gadfly … [chuckles]

That is all for today, as far as pioneer stories are concerned …

This cloud reminds me just a little bit of Gad, and how happy he was to see his father, and then his mother …

Image Markup: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Father and Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image Markup: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Father and Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

You know this cloud now looks a little like the child on the right, crying out when it sees its mom … and on the left, the mom turning around, as if she is searching around and about to see her son there … on the left at the top, see, with flowing hair, and her arms out? …

Image Markup: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image Markup: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

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Here is another ghost story I heard while on the Serrano Valley walk … Link: “Serrano Homestead: An Apocryphal Ghost Story,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 3 November 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ePM ..

These photos were taken the same day … Link: “Serrano Canyon,” photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 23 December 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-fH9 ..

In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!

See also … Link: “Mosteenya – ‘Greensleeves’ – A Sprite Named ‘Gad’ – and Hopi Ancestral Spirits,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 7 September 2014; revised on 19 August 2018  … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7lX ..

See also … Link: “Ghostly Reminiscences at the Navajo River, Colorado,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 1 September 2018; published on 6 September 2015; transcribed on 22 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-536 ..

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