Image: “The Old Man’s Comforts and How He Gained Them,” adapted from Image by James de Castro James from Pixabay – Pixabay License
Image: “The Old Man’s Comforts and How He Gained Them,” adapted from Image by James de Castro James from Pixabay – Pixabay License
INTRODUCTION
VIDEO BY ALICE
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ADDENDUM
INTRODUCTION
Dear Ones,
Here is the didactic or ‘teaching’ poem “The Old Man’s Comforts and How He Gained Them” by Robert Southey …
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This video was also published on youtube channel: Alice Clagett-Personal
THE POEM
“The Old Man’s Comforts and How He Gained Them” A Poem by Robert Southey (1805, public domain)
“You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
The few locks which are left you are grey;
You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,
Now tell me the reason I pray.
“In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
I remember’d that youth would fly fast,
And abused not my health and my vigour at first
That I never might need them at last.
“You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
And pleasures with youth pass away,
And yet you lament not the days that are gone,
Now tell me the reason I pray.
“In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
I remember’d that youth could not last;
I thought of the future whatever I did,
That I never might grieve for the past.
“You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
And life must be hastening away;
You are chearful, and love to converse upon death!
Now tell me the reason I pray.
“I am chearful, young man, Father William replied,
Let the cause thy attention engage;
In the days of my youth I remember’d my God!
And He hath not forgotten my age.”
Filmed on 30 January 2026 and published on 3 February 2026
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WAIT for the ADDENDUM at the end of the Credits!
I feel certain it will be worth the wait!
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“The Old Man’s Comforts and How He Gained Them”
A Poem by Robert Southey
From his 1805 book “Metrical Tales &c. by Robert Southey”
public domain
Read by Alice B. Clagett
Filmed on 30 January 2026 and produced on 3 February 2026
Location: Malibu Creek State Park, Santa Monica Mountains, Los Angeles, CA
Creative Commons BY-SA 4.0 International –
By Alice B. Clagett
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This poem has been a favorite of parodists (that is, people who write parodies) for more than 200 years.
One of the most famous of these was Lewis Carroll, who wrote the parody “You Are Old, Father William.”
I myself feel it’s good to appreciate the original as well as the clever parodies.
After all, who could write a parody without referencing another man’s creative effort?
So, let us dreamers and poets and creative writers continue … undaunted … despite the slings and arrows of outrageous (and downright funny) parodists.
So say I. What is your stance on this? Your comments are welcome.
–Alice B. Clagett
ADDENDUM
At the spoken words “In the days of my youth …” an airplane begins to pass over.
Amongst Hawks in the Santa Monica Mountains of California, airplanes are felt to be the vehicle (or chariot) of the Hawk God (as I feel sure you may already know).
Hawk cries out: Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear!
The sound of the Hawk God’s chariot grows louder.
At the spoken words “That I never might need them to last …” (and following),
a Mountain Lion speaks, in a low, gruff voice, to the Hawk God.
He speaks to the great power of the Hawk God, and the threat of War implied by the roar of the Hawk God’s Chariot.
Mountain Lion then proposes a Peace Pact as being beneficial both to the Hawk God and to his Mountain Lion Clan.
. . .
As you can see, Hawks and Mountain Lions have intriguingly different oral traditions
from those of humankind.
We species of Planet Earth may learn many things, each from the other, in the coming times.
Here is a good example of that. Peace is, I feel, an attractive notion for all Earth beings.
Here is the poem “You Are Old, Father WIlliam” by Lewis Carroll. I thought to read it in memory of my uncle Frank Marbury Clagett, who often recited it to me in my youth …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
“You Are Old, Father William”
A Poem by Lewis Carroll – read by Alice B. Clagett
Hello, everyone. It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.
I have for you today a poem that my uncle Frank Marbury Clagett used to recite all the time. And I thought I’d recite it just in his memory.
The poem is called “You Are Old, Father William.” Lewis Carroll wrote it. And it goes like this …
“You Are Old, Father William”
A Poem by Lewis Carroll (1865, public domain)
“You are old, Father William,” the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head—
Do you think, at your age, it is right?”
“In my youth,” Father William replied to his son,
“I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—
Pray, what is the reason of that?”
“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
“I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment—one shilling the box—
Allow me to sell you a couple.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak—
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”
“In my youth,” said his father, “I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.”
“You are old,” said the youth, “one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose—
What made you so awfully clever?”
“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”
Said his father; “don’t give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I’ll kick you downstairs!”
Image: “Self-Portrait,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 June 2024, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Self-Portrait,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 June 2024, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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INTRODUCTION
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
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INTRODUCTION
Dear Ones,
Here is a critique … from the point of view of women … of the “Ballad of James Harris,” otherwise known as “The Demon Love” and “The House Carpenter.”
There is an edited Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
The Ballad of James Harris – aka The Demon Lover – a Critique from the Point of View of Women
By Alice B. Clagett
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.
I have some comments today on a ballad variously known as “The House Carpenter,” and “The Ballad of James Harris,” and “The Daemon Lover.”
These are comments to do with men rather than with women. In the past “The Daemon Lover” was meant to be a warning for married women not to stray. I feel that is important, especially if they have children.
But more important to me … because I have run into it many times amongst men … is the Soul wounding exhibited by men who were once in love with a woman and then are spurned by her … and then she takes up with another man, and what happens if she goes back to the original lover. Or even this: What happens if she leaves a man and then goes back to him?
This has to do with some very gnarly energies in the noosphere … in the astral realm here on planet Earth.
I am using a public domain version of the Ballad from the Internet Archive. The source is Pepys Ballads.
It starts off with an overview of how the whole thing started, which goes like this …
1 THERE dwelt a fair maid in the West, Of worthy birth and fame, Neer unto Plimouth, stately town, Jane Reynolds was her name.
2 This damsel dearly was belovd By many a proper youth, And what of her is to be said Is known for very truth.
3 Among the rest …
[that is, among the rest of her suitors]
… a seaman brave Unto her a wooing came; A comely proper youth he was, James Harris calld by name.
So this man is a sailor (a ‘seaman’). And amongst all the men that Jane Reynolds knew … all the suitors that loved her fondly … the one that she decided upon … the one that she ‘set her cap upon’ … was named James Harris. And he was a sailor.
Now in those days a man and a woman would become betrothed, and that was a sacred trust. If that resulted in offspring before marriage, then there was a law called “Breach of Promise” that held the man to his former word.
So ‘becoming betrothed’ was an extremely important concept at that time. And even to agree that they would soon marry was equivalent to betrothal. And that pertains to this next stanza …
4 The maid and young man was agreed, As time did them allow, And to each other secretly They made a solemn vow,
5 That they would ever faithfull be Whilst Heaven afforded life ; He was to be her husband kind, And she his faithfull wife.
6 A day appointed was also When they was to be married ; But before these things were brought to pass Matters were strangely carried.
So that is the ‘setup’. They secretly agreed that they would be married, and a day was appointed for the marriage. But then something happened … something really bad.
Now begins the Ballad proper, which is Number 243, called “James Harris (The Daemon Lover).”
7 All you that faithfull lovers be Give ear and hearken well, And what of them became at last I will directly tell.
8 The young man he was prest to sea, …
[That means he was forced to go to sea.]
And forced was to go ; His sweet-heart she must stay behind, Whether she would or no.
9 And after he was from her gone She three years for him staid, Expecting of his comeing home, And kept herself a maid.
[‘Maid’ means ‘maiden’. It means never having experienced romantic love.]
10 At last news came that he was dead Within a forraign land, And how that he was buried She well did understand,
11 For whose sweet sake the maiden she Lamented many a day, And never was she’ known at all The wanton for to play.
So in all that time when she was dealing with the grief that she felt for her lost beloved, she never fooled around; she never had a lover. She was true to his memory.
Ok now …
12 A carpenter that livd hard by, When he heard of the same, Like as the other had done before, To her a wooing came.
[So he went to her house as a suitor.]
13 But when that he had gained her love …
[That is, through courtship]
… They married were with speed, …
[It is not the drug; this means they were quickly married]
And four years space, being man and wife, They loveingly agreed.
[So for four years they agreed to be loving man and wife together.]
14 Three pritty children in this time This loving couple had, Which made their father’s heart rejoyce, And mother wondrous glad.
15 But as occasion servd, one time The good man took his way Some three days journey from his home, Intending not to stay.
[So the husband went away from home for three days and left the mother with their three children there.]
16 But, whilst that he was gone away, A spirit in the night Came to the window of his wife, And did her sorely fright.
[That means a ghost or Spirit or astral being made an apparition, or appeared in her home while the husband was away … which is the time that a woman is most vulnerable. The spirit frightened her; it “did her sorely fright.”]
So now the Spirit speaks …
17 Which spirit spake like to a man, And unto her did say, ‘My dear and onely love,’ quoth he, ‘Prepare and come away.
[He is asking her to go away with him.]
You may recall the name of Jane Reynolds’ first suitor … the one she really loved so greatly was James Harris.
Have you been listening to the Songbirds? Just here they are objecting to the sadness expressed in the poem.
It sounds to me as if the little birds have been ‘taken over’ or ‘obsessed’ by two Shamans who are power-over men trying to force their will upon me. This is weird in the extreme. Who could these Shamans be, I wonder?
The Shamans are causing the Songbirds to speak very rudely. They are talking so loudly I can barely make myself heard.
So now to continue …
18 ‘ James Harris is my name,’ quoth he, ‘Whom thou didst love so dear, And I have traveld for thy sake At least this seven year.
[He is saying he was looking for her for seven years.]
19 ‘And now I am returnd again, To take thee to my wife, And thou with me shalt go to sea, To end all further strife.’
[He is suggesting that she should go to sea with him to prevent the husband from fighting with her or with James Harris.]
20 ‘O tempt me not, sweet James,’ quoth she, ‘ With thee to go …
There is a big fight going on with the Songbirds. The fight was so loud that I misspake the stanza and had to repeat it.
Mr. Raven wonders what in heaven’s name is going on here. Can you hear him?
I say to the birds: Please, please! Please don’t do that!
20 ‘O tempt me not, sweet James,’ quoth she, ‘ With thee away to go ; If I should leave my children small, Alas! what would they do?
21 ‘My husband is a carpenter, A carpenter of great fame ; I would not for five hundred pounds That he should know the same.’
So now, she says no. She says she cannot do it; that her husband is a famous carpenter, and that she loves her children, and that she cannot imagine what would happen to them if she left them.
Now it is the Daemon Lover’s chance to respond. He says …
22 ‘I might have had a king’s daughter, And she would have married me; But I forsook her golden crown, And for the love of thee.
This is spoken very forcefully, is it not?
23 ‘Therefore, if thou ‘It thy husband forsake, And thy children three also, I will forgive the[e] what is past, If thou wilt with me go.’
And she says …
24 ‘If I forsake my husband and My little children three, What means hast thou to bring me to, If I should go with thee?’
She is saying: Where would I find myself? What do you have to offer me if I should agree with this?
Now I am going to move on to Ballad 243G, which is a different version of the same Daemon Lover ballad …
Citation: Motherwell’s Minstrelsy, p. 93.
The lady is asking the apparition … the ghost: What have you in store for me? What property do you have? What could you offer me if I were to go away with you? And the Daemon Lover says …
1 ‘I HAVE seven ships upon the sea, Laden with the finest gold, And mariners to wait us upon ; All these you may behold.
2 ‘And I have shoes for my love’s feet, Beaten of the purest gold, And lined wi the velvet soft, To keep my love’s feet from the cold.
Then, I am presuming, they get on the ship. And he says to her …
3 ‘O how do you love the ship ?’ he said,
‘Or how do you love the sea ?
And how do you love the bold mariners
That wait upon thee and me ? ‘
And she says …
4: ‘O I do love the ship,’ she said, 1 And I do love the sea ; But woe be to the dim mariners, That nowhere I can see ! ‘
So she is on the ship with the apparition. It may be a ghost ship. He proposes that there are sailors on board the ship, but she cannot see any. So already there is trouble.
5 They had not sailed a mile awa, Never a mile but one, When she began to weep and mourn, And to think on her little wee son [her very small son].
Now it is the Daemon Lover’s turn. He says …
6 ‘O hold your tongue, my dear,’ he said, ‘And let all your weeping abee, For I’ll soon show to you how the lilies grow On the banks of Italy.’
7 They had not sailed a mile awa, Never a mile but two, Until she espied his cloven foot, From his gay robes sticking thro,
Ok, there is something wrong. The man that she used to know is not the same as he used to be. In fact, he has a diabolical aspect to him.
So what is this that happened when she loved a man, and the man went away and deserted her … and then she finally married someone else and had children.
And then he returns, if only in her mind … and begins a campaign that she should love him and not this new person. In other words, the apparition is jealous of her happy married life.
Or even it could be, I feel, that a man who once loved a woman might feel, telepathically, that she might find someone else that loves her, and then becomes, in aspect and demeanor, something like this Daemon Lover. He becomes enraged. He does whatever he can to destroy her.
Ok, there is just a little bit more to this …
8 They had not sailed a mile awa, Never a mile but three, When dark, dark, grew his eerie looks, And raging grew the sea.
He was in a rage. He was an enraged, jealous man. Many men descend to this after leaving a woman, instead of moving on to new love … to perfect their ability to have a loving relationship … they cannot release themselves from that old vow. They cannot move on to someone new.
Consequently they destroy the life of the person they once loved and their own life as well. Do you know what I mean? Very bad things can happen when a man does not allow a woman to move on … when he cannot stop stalking her new husband; when he cannot stop trying to destroy her love for him. You see?
Ok, the last stanza …
9 They had not sailed a mile awa, Never a mile but four, When the little wee ship ran round about, And never was seen more.
It could have been one of those upside-down tornadoes that sink the ships into the sea, you know?
Jealousy is the dark opposite of love. It can happen in a woman too. But in this case what you have is a woman who adjusted to the loss of a man and the man who comes back and haunts her telepathically, and brings her to ruin because he himself has turned Dark and sour.
You know, many men think this is just how it is, when a man is spurned or when a man deserts a woman, that the man will feel cruel to the end of his days and injure the woman before all with whom he speaks.
But I do not feel that way.
I think many men adopt a very useful attitude towards women they once loved, and pick out all the good things that happened at that time, and look forward to those things in a new relationship. That is what I think.
There is always trouble amongst women about men stalking them, and men trying to rape them, and men trying to kill them … and all this awful stuff … simply because we have a lot of heart energy, and the men think that they can take advantage of us for that reason.
It is a terrible situation, here in the third dimension, that all of us women have to face. Men can be protectors, but when they become jealous … when they become enraged … they can take the strength with which God endowed them and use it against us too.
Well, I wish the best for the women of Earth because without us … without our children and without our nurturing and educating abilities … there would be no human life on Earth.
I hope the men will understand that we have great value, we women on Earth. Men are not the only valuable people on Earth.
I am asking you men not to be arrogant, simply because you are strong. Strength is only half of the ingredient. The other half is the grace and love that women bring into a man’s life.
Well. That is the sober last of it, regarding this Ballad of the Daemon Lover, otherwise known as the Ballad of James Harris or The House Carpenter.
The interesting thing is that, in years past … in the ancient days … this Ballad was purported to be a warning to women not to leave their husbands. And so you have that side of the issue … the male side of the issue … and now you have the women’s side of the issue. Maybe those two will make a copacetic whole.
The Source
These versions of the Ballad came from …
Link: Pepys Ballads, IV, 101; from a copy in Percy’s papers. And I got them from the Internet Archive … https://archive.org ..
Why Have I Not Just Moved On?
Someone asked me on the psychic plane why I did not just move on and find someone else. Sometimes after a relationship ends is that a man … while not himself stalking and so forth … has a negative attitude that he conveys to his friends.
And his friends take it upon themselves to give a woman ‘her just deserts’. So a man who is well liked, and has lots of male friends, can enlist a hundred strong, self-willed, arrogant … I have to say … men on his side to take up for him in terms of …
[sound of a weedwhacker] … You know, there is a lot of Dark Interference today …
… to take up for him in terms of stalking and harassing and raping. And if it does not happen on the physical plane, it can happen on the astral plane. You know? This is something that women have to deal with all the time.
I heard of a case where a man was so unforgiving that every time his ex-wife would marry, he would go and harass the new husband that she had, until that man would leave because he was afraid to stay with the woman. And that this happened many times.
I would not want that to happen to me, or to any man that I liked.
A person has to consider the greatest good for the greatest number of people. If two people … I and my new friend … would be suffering because of my action of becoming romantically involved again … instead of just me suffering because I do not have that romance in my life, what should I do? I try to pick the thing that is the least damaging to the most number of people.
That is why I am steering clear of men: I don’t want that crap to happen to them … that crap that may have happened to someone else. It is really gruesome, when you come right down to it. That is the story.
The Downside of the Shamanic Practice of Entering the Bodies of Animals
I would like to interject right here why it is that I spoke sternly to the Songbird. It seems to me that the behavior of that particular Songbird was not typical of a Songbird.
It is possible that, if a Songbird were very upset over the tenor and the emotions of a person talking, it might speak like that. But I do not feel it would go on and on like that.
There have been numerous incidents of Shamans … I do not know who … walking into animals with whom I have talked in the last few weeks. I think that is what may have happened with the Songbird.
I am really against Shamans taking control of Songbirds and of Ravens and of Hawks. I think it is a very stupid idea to do that.
For one thing, every time that you enter a being that is not a human being, your Soul matter becomes more similar to theirs, and less similar to that of other humans. If you continue with that, at the end of your lifetime you are likely to be reincarnated as that animal, rather than in human form.
Many people long for human form because of the degree of Free Will they enjoy when in that form. So most people … if they stop to think … would not try that walking into the form and skin of beings that are not human for that reason: Because it degrades our human Soul matter.
In recent days I have found that many, many animals do have free will, and that it is only human hubris or pride that prevents us from realizing this. So it might not be that bad, if you do not mind being incorporated as a Songbird in your next incarnation.
It is bad for the birds, though, because you are trying to rule over their free spirits by doing that. It is as bad as if you did that to a human being. Trying to mind control and leap into the skin of a Songbird is a bad thing to do, from that perspective: from the perspective of wanting to retain your own Free Will, you see?
In this lifetime you have a chance to develop your Free Will, and to allow other people to develop their Free Will too. If there is nothing but Power Over in the world, there is no such thing as Free Will. You have none, and other people have none either.
Help us to create a world that is good for everyone. Don’t be a Shaman who jumps into animals and controls them; or into human beings.
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This is just a little excursion into what happened at that very moment when the Songbirds were fiercely and uncustomarily arguing with each other.
God bless you all,
And keep you safe,
And be with you
Through all your days.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Filmed and published on 21 June 2024; youtube transcription edited on 21 January 2026
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“The Ballad of James Harris – aka The Demon Lover – a Critique from the Point of View of Women”
by Alice B. Clagett
Filmed and produced on 21 June 2024
Location: San Fernando Valley, CA
I was just tuning in to the highest frequencies in this Voyager recording of the sounds of the planet Neptune …
Here is the reference to the above video … Video: “NASA – Voyager Space Sounds – Neptune,” by Hugo Champion, 4 October 2012 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZOAaZ0K9rc … public domain …
While listening to the beautiful harmonics of the highest frequencies of Neptune, I channeled a wise, compassionate, elder voice which explained that the slight auric insufficiency I have been feeling at the top left side of my head for the last 20 years reflects the same in Earth’s magnetosphere.
As the Neptunian gently touched that spot in my electromagnetic field with his thought, he said: That is how they get in.
I thought by that he might mean the animals in the air, the Army of the Night … the Demon Horde that causes astral Interference and weaves the Dark Network that counterbalances the Grid of Light on Earth. That was just a guess, though.
I asked why there was that weakness at the top left of the electromagnetic field of Earth and her beings?
The Neptunian said that energy imbalance could not be fixed, as it has to do with the icebergs at one of the poles (the one that equates to the electromagnetic field at the top of my head, I suppose). Whether he means by that the icebergs at the North Pole or at the South Pole I do not know. That may vary depending on Earth’s magnetic reversals.
I asked: Can anything be done about it?
In a calm and stately voice, the Neptunian said: Maybe this will help.
As the words were uttered, I felt a thickening and a very slight twisting in the air above my head.
I asked: What was that you did?
The Neptunian said: I strengthened it there. I hope it will help.
I said: I hope it will help too. Will it be all right? [as I gingerly felt into Earth’s electromagnetic field]
He said: I think so.
I asked his name; he said: Argon is what I am known as.
I note there may be Argon on Triton, at less than 2 percent of the atmosphere, most likely. I looked up an image of Argon, which is quite beautiful; Argon is known as the ‘noble gas’. It could be, then, that the beings of Neptune are gaseous in nature …
The Neptunian with whom I spoke said that they, the beings of Neptune, are the Elder Race and the Ancient Ones, inferring that the Martian bacterial colonists of the human colon are not that.
The Neptunian then carried on a conversation, first with the Martians in my own energy field, and then continued the conversation with the warlike Martian extremophiles on the planet Mars. There was bite and bluster in the voice of the Neptunian. He said: You know you are not that. Why did you call yourselves that?
After that I heard the Martians of Mars apologize in a tone somewhat abashed, by my lights.
The tone of voice the Neptunian used there reminded me of a line in a Wordsworth poem I learned from my high school Latin teacher (who made us recite the poem at the beginning of every class). I wondered if I might be at last be hearing “old Triton blow his wreathèd horn” …
On lookup, I see that Triton is Neptune’s largest moon. “Triton is thought to have been a dwarf planet captured from the Kuiper belt.” –from Link: “Triton (moon),” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triton_(moon) …CC BY-SA 3.0 unported
I note that the orbit of Triton is retrograde, and also gather from online that Mercury, Jupiter, Saturn, Neptune, and Pluto are retrograde today …
The improbability of this astrological configuration torqued my mind about a bit. I have to wonder what it means. For instance, is Neptune always able to communicate with us Earthlings, or is this a special time, astrologically speaking?
I am hoping the former may be the case, as I like this Neptunian very much; it seems to me his measured cadence tempers the hotheadness of some of the energy threads in our noosphere.
Here is a statue of Neptune, with Triton beneath him blowing the horn mentioned by Wordsworth. Might that mean that communications from the planet Neptune are sent out from the moon Triton, I wonder? …
Neptune looks quite lordly in the above statue. Its dominance in our Council of Nine is borne out by another statue, from which I gather that Neptune may be charged with maintaining order amongst the planets of our Solar System …
For those drawn to the gentle guidance of our elder planet Neptune, I suggest listening to the above video, while placing Awareness on the highest harmonic, the beautiful high-pitched sound in the video.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Council of Nine, Neptune, Neptunians, Earth EMF, human EMF, icebergs, harmony, unity, Mars, Martians, astrogeophysics, Pluto, Demon Horde, animals in the air, Interference, Dark Network, Grid of Light, Orion crusaders, culture, art appreciation, poetry appreciation, NASA, Voyager, space exploration, Team Dark, my favorites,
MULTITEMPORALITY, MULTIDIMENSIONALITY, AND THE NATURE OF GOD
EEEK TREES WITH LEAVES
Dear Ones,
EEEK TREES
Photos of Eeek Trees from Winnetka, California …
Image: “Eeek Tree 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 6 March 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Eeek Tree 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 6 March 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0
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Image: “Eeek Tree 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 6 March 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Eeek Tree 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 6 March 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0
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Image: “Eeek Tree 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 6 March 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Eeek Tree 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 6 March 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0
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ARCHIBALD MACLEISH: IS GOD GOOD?
I noticed this week that they now have little green leaves on them. That reminded me of an unrhymed poem by Archibald MacLeish, from the play J.B., based on the story of Job in the Bible …
I recall how much I loved that poem in college; I even put the verse up, along with a drawing of a tree branch and its leaves, on the wall of my dormitory room. The gist of the poem is the question: How can God be good if the world is full of pain and evil? What consolation have we but the beauty of the natural world?
EVIL AND PAIN IN THE THIRD AND FOURTH DIMENSIONS
I have to say, I pondered that question for decades. Here is where I am with it right now: Archibald MacLeish was right about the evil and pain in the third and fourth dimensions (3D and 4D). In these dimensions, the Light is counterbalanced by an equal amount of Dark. (For more on balance, see my blog category: Balance )
FREE WILL AND THE DUALITY EXPERIMENT LOTTERY
It is like that, so that we humans can have the free will to choose Light or Dark. That is why we decided to experience the Duality Experiment: Because, in the higher dimensions from which we come, and which we now continue to experience, simultaneously with our experience of the lower dimensions, those choices are not available. That is because in the Fifth Dimension and higher, the reality is more in sync with the joy, love and Light that are the nature of God.
MULTITEMPORALITY, MULTIDIMENSIONALITY, AND THE NATURE OF GOD
So, from my standpoint right now, it seems that I must have been a lucky winner of the Duality Experiment Lottery, that simultaneously I Am of the Stars (in my case, Earth’s Sun (and the planet Venus, and also Sirius and Arcturus), and that, to alleviate the pains and traumas of 3D and 4D life …
I can, as Archibald MacLeish suggested, ponder the beauty of the natural world.
Or, as the Ascensioneers suggest, by calling upon my Ascension team I can shift my dimension or timeline to a more joyful, loving, and Light-filled alternate reality than that I am now experiencing. That experience of my eternal Soul surfing through the cosmic harmonies of time and space is my proof that God is good.
EEEK TREES WITH LEAVES
Image: “Eeek Trees with Leaves,” by Alice B. Clagett, 18 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Eeek Trees with Leaves,” by Alice B. Clagett, 18 November 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0
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In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Filmed on 6 March 2019; published on 28 March 2019
Alice B. Clagett
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