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ADULTS ONLY: Dank . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 10 September 2019; published on 15 September 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

Here is a video about a nightmare i had a few days ago. I suggest ADULTS ONLY viewing, as young adults and younger children might find it as upsetting as I did. There is Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I had a vision the other day, in the middle of the night … a really horrifying, nightmare vision. It was the kind of horrifying where I was actually there, it seemed like, and one of the actors in the performance … although, in fact, I was just empathically there, and the person that was really there was a young child, a girl child. It was the kind of totally realistic, empathic vision where I had both a vision of the astral plane and of the physical plane … what was going on, as if it were real. So there is that.

The vision went like this: I was in a dugout, an underground home. Its proportions were about 10 feet by 10 feet … about like that. It was tall enough for a person of about 5 feet 8 inches to stand up in. Just a little bit above that was the ceiling.

On one wall … on the south-facing wall … was a painting. It was kind of bluegreen in color, and it was made by tiny fingers … by the young girl’s fingers. It had a bluegreen background, and squiggly lines all over, where the fingers had made a pattern in the painting.

And then, on top of the squiggles and on top of the paint were words written in a cursive hand, probably by the man in the vision. It said something to the effect … I am sorry I did not write it down exactly … to the effect: When you leave this place, do not forget the way of behaving … the role model that they taught you as a child.

Somehow that chilled me to the marrow; it made me think he was one way … and then when he was in public he was disguising that way completely. I thought it  was a multiple personality.

So then in the next vision I had, the man was lying down, either on the ground in the dugout, or on a pallet or cloth or light fabric kind of mattress, like a one-inch mattress, on the ground. And he beckoned me … and I was the child … he beckoned me to come over. He was feeling sexual, and the sexual feeling that he had was sadistic. He had a sadistic feeling of wanting to hurt someone; viciously, deeply wanting to hurt someone.

I was suddenly seeing through the young girl’s eyes; suddenly I was lying down right next to him, and so what I could see was this erect penis coming up towards my face. I grabbed it with one hand, playfully tickling it. The man was feeling the utmost vicious feeling at the same time as I was laughing happily as a child. Then the man ejaculated and the whole scene ended.

I, as the channeler, was suddenly flung out of that dugout place: and in the night sky I saw two other figures: One man that I knew to be a serial killer; and another man came in whom I knew to be a serial rapist and serial killer … apparently, like compadre Souls, or astral glommed liaisons of this man, in terms of the energy threads that they all had.

It struck to the very heart of my Soul. It struck me with cold terror.

Well, so … Here is hoping that your dreams are better than that! I hope that they are wonderful, happy dreams. Whatever this energy is that is going on, I hope it is soon gone from Earth, and completely eliminated. I wish the very best for that young child, that she should find safety; a safe place to be, far from that man in that dark, dugout, dank place.

God bless you all, and keep you safe.

In love, Light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

This is an addendum: This man that I saw in the vision … this sadist: You will not find him anywhere on the internet. And the other man that came in: You will not find him anywhere on the internet either. And the third man that came in: You might find him everywhere on the internet; but if you try to reach him on the physical plane, you will find yourself speaking to other people who do nothing but dodge the issue and misdirect you.

So all these men are not really ‘there’, in the way that other people are. They are hidden in the crevices of humankind; in the secret places they exist, where other humans cannot find them.

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Homed Who Live Next to Homeless Encampments in Los Angeles . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 11 September 2019

Dear Ones,

It seems to me there is concern for personal safety among homeowners and their families who live next to homeless encampments in Los Angeles. On mulling over this issue, I came to understand the depth of despair of fathers and husbands who have invested their life savings in providing homes for their families, and whose wives and children can no longer safely leave home at night, because of homeless encampments on their sidewalks or in treed or grassy areas nearby.

It occurred to me that passive defense systems might offer an alternative to taking the law into one’s own hands on behalf of family safety. Along these lines, I thought homeowners might consider installing floodlights that illuminate terrain between them and the homeless encampments at night, so that their families could feel safe to walk out of their houses. I also wonder if high fences around homeowners’ yards might help.

Housing codes regarding the height of property fences can cause trouble with safety in these times, as those who wrote the codes could not have foreseen the current difficulty. Maybe property fencing codes could be got round by using temporary construction fencing in the yard? Maybe it might be sensible to go ahead and put up high fences around the home, with the agreement of one’s neighbors, since getting the codes changed may take some time.

In addition, I thought, it might be possible to install perimeter electronic alarms, that would provide a warning if the yard is trespassed on? Maybe others will come up with passive defense systems for homed families as well.

I know it is not fair to think about putting walls up and protecting our homes. It’s not something we have ever had to do before. Why should we have to do it now? Why should we go to the expense? Why does not the City of Los Angeles just fix the problem? It seems to me that is what folks are wondering, and I have been wondering that too.

Finally it came to me that the City of Los Angeles may not have a solution for us. They may not have the staff, the financial resources, or the flexible problem-solving ability to deal with the question. I say that because the problem has been before LA for10 years now, and the City has not come up with a solution.

It seems to me that we Los Angeles homeowners must come up with our own solutions. But what will those solutions be? Some feel angry; they feel like hurting the homeless. Others feel afraid; again and again, they ask the Los Angeles Police Department to remove the homeless from their block.

I myself feel that I ought to do my best to find physical deterrents, such as high fences, perimeter alarm systems, and camera surveillance systems to protect our homes from the unhomed, and from roaming felon gangs.

When our homes are as protected as possible, we can feel safe to continue to work with our communities towards good solutions.

I recently went to a meeting of the West Hills Neighborhood Council Committee on Homelessness. It seemed to me they work with the office of the Mayor in a political way. The political approach involves jockeying with the powers that be for application of the City’s very limited financial resources to a problem for which we are lobbying, in our own interests.

Politicking takes time. More than 10 years … that is patently clear. I feel we need to find other grassroots ways to solve this problem.

Right now, I am thinking we could approach West Hills churches, civic groups, clubs, and businesses we belong to or patronize, and ask them what they can do to help. Could be we the people can together find a solution to the problem of West Hills homelessness … a solution that so far has eluded City Hall.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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Highlights of My Life: My Job at the CIA Long Ago . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 1 September 2019

Dear Ones,

I have added some new photos to the highlights of my life … penzu.com/p/c3690bbe … Below is a recap of my job with the CIA, along with the new photos …

From 1970 to 1973 I worked at a fun and challenging job in Foreign Affairs with Joint Publication Research Services (JPRS), a unit within the Central Intelligence Agency (the CIA), which is under the auspices of the Department of Commerce.

I was working at the CIA office in San Francisco, where I was an Editor on the Russian and Chinese Research Desk. Here is more on JPRS: http://www.readex.com/content/joint-publications-research-service-jprs-reports-1957-1995  ..

While I was working there, I married a nuclear submarine operator named Wilbur Monroe Mason, and my name as a member of JPRS personnel changed to ‘Alice Berry Clagett Mason’. (Bill and I were later divorced, and in recent years he passed on.)

In 1973, as a cost-cutting measure, the San Francisco branch of JPRS, CIA, closed down, and they consolidated back to their headquarters at Langley Air Force Base in Virginia, USA. Though this news was unexpected, I was pleased to get a good retirement settlement, and a very nice letter of recommendation from my boss, Mr. Kyuma Mano.

In addition, Mr. Mano gave me a personal gift of a pottery, a beautiful work of art by his wife, with his signature on the bottom, which I treasure to this day …

Image: “Pottery Gift to Alice B. Clagett from Her Boss Mr. Kyuma Mano on Her Retirement from the CIA 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Pottery Gift to Alice B. Clagett from Her Boss Mr. Kyuma Mano on Her Retirement from the CIA 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Pottery Gift to Alice B. Clagett from Her Boss Mr. Kyuma Mano on Her Retirement from the CIA 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Pottery Gift to Alice B. Clagett from Her Boss Mr. Kyuma Mano on Her Retirement from the CIA 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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A Ghost Story: Rose of Rose Valley . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 28 August 2019; published on 29 August 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

Here is a sad ghost story for you …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

Here I am in Rose Valley. And I was listening to another ghost story while I was walking … a sad ghost story. And it goes like this …

There was a lady named Rose. Her mother was pretty ill, and she was helping take care of her mother during her final illness. She found out one Christmas that her sisters and her uncle had removed a seventh of the money from her father’s trust fund that was destined to go to her and to her sisters and brother. They removed it that December, and she wondered what to do.

So she talked to the lawyers, and the lawyers said: Just ask them to give the money back. About that time was time for her to return to her own home, out here in Rose Valley, and do the work she had to do at home. And while she was there, her mother became very ill. And so she sent back, as soon as she could, to her mother’s house, and arrived just in time, because her mother passed on that very day. That was the lucky thing. She loved her mother so much!

Then after the funeral, she brought up the issue of the missing money to her sisters. She said it would be best to put it back, before an accounting was made, so that everything could be legal. And her sisters became very angry.

But when the accounting was made, and the family got together, they handed the money back to the father’s trust account. And then came the time when a voting had to occur on the family business. But because of the removal of the money, Rose felt she could not support the family business; and by her veto, the family business was disbanded. And that made her sisters and their spouses very, very angry.

Still, over the years, she thought there might come a time when they would be a family again.

One time at Thanksgiving, one of her sisters invited her to join the family for Thanksgiving dinner, which involved going quite some way from Rose Valley, I understand, and going to that sister’s area. And there she stayed with her uncle, because her sisters had not agreed to let her stay with them.

Her uncle had a little money, and he was an unmarried man. While she was there, he mentioned that he had disinherited her. He didn’t give a reason; he just said that.

The next day was Thanksgiving, so she went over to her sister’s place, with her uncle. And all of the sisters and brothers and husbands and wives and children were there. There was a lively conversation at the table, but she was not included in it.

The food was very good, very good indeed. And everyone had their own goblet of water, too, beside their plate. At the end of the dinner, people were talking and laughing and having a good time together, and ignoring her … I think ‘social snub’ they call it.

She lifted up the glass of water by her plate, getting ready to drink some. And suddenly, all the conversation at the table stopped. Everyone took a deep breath in … and held their breath! So she looked at the water in her hand, and she waited a minute. No one breathed. No one started talking.

So she took the water out to the kitchen and poured it out.

A day or so later the family was to meet at her uncle’s place, and she was going to have dinner for them. It was snowing. She got the dinner ready. And an hour before the dinner, her sister called and said that they decided not to come after all.

The next day she needed to go back home. So she left for home again, which was quite at some distance. And she called her uncle up, on the way, and asked him how he liked the dinner she had prepared. And he said: To tell the truth, he had thrown it out.

Some years went by. Rose wondered if … if there might have been poison in that glass of water … and if there might, why might it have been there? What might have been the cause for that? And she thought: People who would poison … poison a sister … must be used to killing. They must have done it before.

And the horrible thought came to her, that her mother, that she loved so much, might have been killed by her sisters and her uncle so that they could get her money. Worse yet, she wondered: Would that same fate befall her, one day?

And so she lived her life here in this beautiful valley … pretty much a loner … happy with the birds and the flowers and the wild animals … glad that the Sun rejoiced in her presence, as she rejoiced in its.

And that is the story of Rose and Rose Valley, to the end of her days on Earth.

Photos by Alice

Image: “On the Way to Rose Valley, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “On the Way to Rose Valley, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 2: Blue Damselfly,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 2: Blue Damselfly,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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Urban Legends: Secret Government Nanobot Project Requires Excision of Body Parts! . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 22 August 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is an urban legend that has been circulating round the astral airs since 2013: The story goes that there is at UCLA School of Medicine a secret government project in which experimental subjects’ eyes (or variously, gastrointestinal tracts) have been inoculated with nanobots as part of an attempt to mind control United States citizens.

Scarier still, as the story goes, the protocol requires all the experimental subjects’ inoculated eyes (variously, the left eye, or the right eye) or ileocecal valves (the nanobots having lodged just above the ileocecal valve) to be excised so that the nanobots can be recovered and returned to the United States secret service.

It is possible the astral rumor came about because there is a California NanoSystems Institute … https://cnsi.ucla.edu/ … located close to the heart of the UCLA Medical Center’s Westwood Campus.

This is simply an urban legend, with no basis in fact. A glance at the rights provided us by the United States Constitution, and at the provisions of the Nuremberg Code, will surely set the matter straight in a moment’s time.

For those patients at UCLA who may still have doubts about this persistent myth, one sure way to disprove it would be to request copies of your patient consent forms from UCLA School of Medicine … https://www.uclahealth.org/medical-records … As I understand it, procedures cannot be done without a consent form being on file.

For medical doctors who would like to debunk this myth, if you are referred to supposed ‘secret experiment’ patient consent forms, then I would just check on the possibility of pranked or fake forms.

This same topic may be coming up on the ‘astral airs’ of medical centers elsewhere. The thing of it is this: Nationwide, there have been instances of berserker behavior recently, and murders, and these may be related to an increase in generalized anxiety amongst people here in the United States. Individually, increased anxiety in our national population may result in activation of fight or flight, or freeze or fawn response.

Instances of mass hysteria can also result, in which a number of people believe in a ‘conspiracy theory’ notion such as the secret government nanobot project to mind control United States citizens. The thing to do, I feel, if one cannot shake the notion of such an outlandish theory, is to obtain prescription medicine for generalized anxiety, and take it for awhile, and then see where the land lies. Another possibility is to talk with friends and acquaintances whose level-headedness can be trusted, so that they can present the sorts of questions that will poo poo these ‘out there’ notions.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

P.S. To date, I feel, our surest method of mind control, here in the United States, is daytime TV. I am reminded of a time long ago when I was selling cable TV door-to-door. I recall pitching a lady who had 4 TVs in her living room, all of them on at the same time, and each tuned to a different soap opera. I did inquire about this; she said she did not want to miss one detail of any of the stories. Luckily, since then, technology has arisen that allows us to record and replay shows after they air.

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Kali . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 21 August 2019

  • INTRODUCTION
  • SECURITY AT THE FITNESS CENTER
  • THE MYSTERY OF THE MISSING SUN HAT
  • NEW TEACHERS AT SENIOR FITNESS CLASSES
  • 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.

SECURITY 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

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!

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.

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.

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

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

As to looks, she reminded me of a woman named Nancy Raffaele … https://www.facebook.com/nancy.raffaele.9 … who had been a member of the Gracelight meditation classes I attended for awhile in Durango. I had begun to experience uneasiness towards Nancy Raffaele and her husband Veki Ilic 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.

For awhile 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 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 ..

I remember once going to the restroom mid-class, to get away from the vibe and the loud music, and hearing three senior women from the class masturbating in the restroom. What on earth was going on, I wondered? I had never encountered anything like that before, in my life!

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.

KALI CLOTHED

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 …

FOR ADULT VIEWING ONLY … Image: “Kali Clothed,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0 … https://iamofthestars.files.wordpress.com/2019/08/2019-08-20-kali-clothed-adapted3-good-e1566398655130.jpg … 

DESCRIPTION: A buxom woman with red lipstick and shoulder-length hair, wearing a blue bikini, squatting over the head of a man with open mouth, open eyes, and a crew cut. The woman’s feet are about a yard apart, toes outward in the plie position of ballet. Her 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.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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Community Health: Homed Who Live Next to Homeless Encampments . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 17 August 2019

Dear Ones,

As you may know, California is a Sanctuary State for the nation’s homeless. Here in Los Angeles, there are 50,000 to 60,000 homeless people. Homeless encampments, though small, are a prevalent feature of the urban landscape. In addition, there are homeless communities in the mountains, which pose an issue of possible fire during our annual fire seasons.

For some years now I have been active in Neighborhood Watch in my neighborhood, and also keep abreast of my larger neighborhood through NextDoor … https://nextdoor.com/ … Lately, I have begun attending local monthly Neighborhood Council and Topanga Los Angeles Police Department community meetings as well. These have helped me get a better grasp of the problems our city faces.

It seems to me there is concern for personal safety among homeowners and their families who live next to homeless encampments in Los Angeles. On mulling over this issue, I came to understand the depth of despair of fathers and husbands who have invested their life savings in providing homes for their families, and whose wives and children can no longer safely leave home at night, because of homeless encampments on their sidewalks or in treed or grassy areas nearby.

It occurred to me that passive defense systems might offer an alternative to taking the law into one’s own hands on behalf of family safety.

Along these lines, I thought homeowners might consider installing floodlights that illuminate terrain between them and the homeless encampments at night, so that their families could feel safe to walk out of their houses. I also wonder if high fences around homeowners’ yards might help.

Housing codes regarding the height of property fences can cause trouble with safety in these times, as those who wrote the codes could not have foreseen the current difficulty. Maybe property fencing codes could be got round by using temporary construction fencing in the yard? Maybe it might be sensible to go ahead and put up high fences around the home, with the agreement of one’s neighbors, since getting the codes changed may take some time.

In addition, I thought, it might be possible to install perimeter electronic alarms, that would provide a warning if the yard is trespassed on?

My hope is that others will come up with thoughts on passive defense systems for homed families as well.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

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