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Angel of Death Has Left Los Angeles . a vision by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published by 15 May 2020

  • ALICE’S VISION: ANGEL OF DEATH HAS LEFT LOS ANGELES
  • FLIGHT PATH OF THE ANGEL OF DEATH
  • TIME SLIPPAGE IN VISIONS
  • DISJUNCT BETWEEN WHAT I SEE IN MY COMMUNITY AND THE COVID-19 ONLINE TALLIES
    • Waves of Fear Stirred Up by Mass Media
    • Blessings Are All Around Us

Dear Ones,

ALICE’S VISION: ANGEL OF DEATH HAS LEFT LOS ANGELES

On Monday, 29 March 2020, in the midst of the coronavirus (COVID-19) lockdown (the Mayor’s stay at home order here in Los Angeles) I went to Office Depot in the San Fernando Valley in the late afternoon. I was standing in the parking lot, next to my car, observing the few people around me, so as to judge whether it would be safe to go into the store.

To my amazement, in my astral vision, I could see that the Angel of Death had passed by, and left this place. On the astral airs, I had a retrospective view of a dark form … not menacing, but neutral in aspect … a dignified, stern but comely being about 20 feet long, clothed in a black robe, flying off in the air at an altitude a little higher than the buildings there. Intuition whispered that this being compassionately dispensed what ill tidings he bore hither and yon, over the face of our beloved planet. The ‘feel’ of the vision was a little like this …

Image: “Angel of Death Passing O’er,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 May 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: Angel of Death in dark, flowing robe, carrying a sword, flying over a mountainous landscape. There is a full moon top right. The Angel looks like a noble, serious young man with wings … CREDITS: Adapted from “Justice and Divine Vengeance Pursuing Crime,” by Pierre-Paul Prud’hon, between circa 1805 and circa 1806, from Wikimedia Commons … public domain

Image: “Angel of Death Passing O’er,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 May 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com

DESCRIPTION: Angel of Death in dark, flowing robe, carrying a sword, flying over a mountainous landscape. There is a full moon top right. The Angel looks like a noble, serious young man with wings …

CREDITS: Adapted from “Justice and Divine Vengeance Pursuing Crime,” by Pierre-Paul Prud’hon, between circa 1805 and circa 1806, from Wikimedia Commons … public domain

There were a few people in the parking lot; they looked healthy, and wore no face masks. In the store, the music was light and upbeat, and the young store clerks looked hopeful and healthy. From this I gathered that the worst was behind us.

FLIGHT PATH OF THE ANGEL OF DEATH

I wondered where that Angel of Death was headed next, so I checked the map about it. It looks like the Angel was heading off towards Antartica, with a flight trajectory passing a little east of New Zealand, through the Pacific Ocean …

Image: “Trajectory of Angel of Death on 29 March 2020,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 May 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: Map of China, Australia, New Zealand, North America, South America, and Antarctica. There is a red star by the Office Depot I visited in the the San Fernando Valley, California. From that star is drawn a purple line passing through the Pacific Ocean east of New Zealand, and interecting Antarctica. The line is labeled “Flight Path of the Angel of Death.”

Image: “Trajectory of Angel of Death on 29 March 2020,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 May 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com

DESCRIPTION: Map of China, Australia, New Zealand, North America, South America, and Antarctica. There is a red star by the Office Depot I visited in the the San Fernando Valley, California. From that star is drawn a purple line passing through the Pacific Ocean east of New Zealand, and interecting Antarctica. The line is labeled “Flight Path of the Angel of Death.”

TIMELINE JUMPING OR SURFING: TIME SLIPPAGE IN VISIONS

Over the years I have found that there is some ‘time slippage’ in visions; they may be a little before or after the rolling out of the hologram before my physical eyes. As well, I often find that there is ‘time slippage’ in the mass media. For instance, I had a prophetic vision to do with some cloud readings on 12 February 2020 …

Link: “Early February 2020: Omens in the Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 12 February 2020; published on 1 May 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-hS7 ..

But it was not till 19 March 2020 that the governor of California issued the safer at home order.

Clearly, the vision I had of the Angel of Death passing by was also before the fact. The vision took place on 29 March 2020 and the tally of those passing on of COVID-19 in Los Angeles continues to be on the high side.

Sometimes they say that the perception of mass media lags the unfolding epic of life on Earth. Of course, it takes some time after an event for it to be reported on the news … but the question is, how much time does it take? Is it a matter of hours, or days, or years? Could it be sometimes the one, and sometimes the other?

From the stance of multitemporality, on the other hand, could it be that the forward looking visions of a prophet have to do with timeline jumping or timeline surfing? That would be another way of looking at the fact that prophets speak about things that are about to unfold.

DISJUNCT BETWEEN WHAT I SEE IN MY COMMUNITY AND THE COVID-19 ONLINE TALLIES

The odd thing is, it seems as if what I see … my personal experience of life in my community … does not match what I see in the COVID-19 statistics.

Waves of Fear Stirred Up by Mass Media

To me there seems to be a big disjunct going on; it feels to me like the mass media are revving up people’s fears about getting ill and passing on. As an empath, I can feel waves of fear coursing through the noosphere at night, when people might be expected to watch the news channels.

Are Not Blessings All Around Us?

Is there reason to be fearful? Or are there blessings in store for us, here in California? Could it be that a great blessing is unfolding here on Earth, as the Incoming Light inspires us to new spiritual heights during Summer Solstice 2020?

I feel the answer is the latter. I find that, if I center my Awareness on my own two feet, on the patch of Earth on which I am standing, then look through my own eyes at the scene unfolding around me, then all is well. I find peace and tranquility everywhere. My world is full of blessings.

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

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Early February 2020: Omens in the Sky . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 12 February 2020; published on 1 May 2020

Dear Ones,

Here is a cloud reading filmed in early February 2020. I felt from the omens that there might be a rough road ahead for humankind, but that God watches over all Souls and shepherds them not only through the difficulties of Earthly existence, but also as we pass on, and thereafter …

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

For a contrasting prophetic vision on 29 March 2020 see … Link: “Angel of Death Has Left Los Angeles,” a vision by Alice B. Clagett, written and published by 15 May 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-i7U ..

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Alice’s Perilous Tales: Archangel Descends Upon a Swooping Demon . by Alice B. Clagett *

Ravens and red-tailed hawk filmed on 12 December 2019 in Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve, Simi Hills, California
Talk filmed on 19 December 2019; both published on 6 January 2020

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Descent of a Raven Upon a Red-Tailed Hawk
    • Alice’s Perilous Tales: Archangel Descends Upon a Swooping Demon

Dear Ones,

Here are a video and an extensively edited Summary on the topic of wrangles between a raven and a red-tailed hawk; and an awesome wrangle between a Big Bad and an Archangel … maybe Michael or Metatron …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I have a story to tell you about the natural world and about the angelic and demon realms. It is sort of a comparison.

Descent of a Raven Upon a Red-Tailed Hawk

A week or so ago, I was out in the northern part of Las Virgenes Open Space Preserve in the Santa Monica Mountains … in the Los Angeles area. And I was walking on kind of a plateau area. There are a lot of ravens that hang out in that area. I have taken videos of them before. Sometimes in great batches they all get together; there are raven tribes that get together. And sometimes one tribe will be off by itself … or there will be a loner raven or two sitting in a tree. There are just a lot of ravens there.

I was walking along the plateau, on a loop trail, and I noticed something in the air … The first thing I noticed was two big birds fighting in midair. One swooped down upon the other. And the one that it swooped down upon tumbled over in the air, so that its feet and the claws on its feet were upwards. And the one that was descending upon it … swooping down upon it … engaged the claws of the other with its claws. So there was a ‘claw fight’ between their feet in the air.

Then I noticed that the one on top … the one that was descending … was a raven. And the one underneath was a young red-tailed hawk.

They disengaged their claws, and the red-tailed hawk turned over rightwise in the air and started to escape. I think these hawks are slower fliers; they are not soaring on thermals too much, compared to the ravens, which seem to have a knack for it. The raven may be a lighter bird, with close to the same wing span as that of the juvenile red-tailed hawk; that is my guess.

The raven started off after the red-tailed hawk, in hot pursuit. I saw them heading off in the distance. Then more ravens … friends of the first raven … came in and followed along after them … maybe five or six of them following along, having a good time of it.

So the red-tailed hawk was greatly outnumbered. What I noticed it did was it swooped down along the contour of the folding hills there. It was very close to the Earth. Its wing tips were almost brushing the tops of the chaparral.

The stride of its wing span, and the length of those turnings of the wings were long … very giant-sized and long … so that it was swooping like this … [shows long swoops of a moving hand] … over one area, and then to the next, and then on to the next.

Then the raven was, I think, unable to fall down on it and attack it because it was so close to the Earth. I think the raven might have hit itself against the ground if it had swooped down in that manner … they are more like thermal soarers and ‘wind wingers’, the ravens.

That pursuit was really dramatic; they went off in the distance and then disappeared.

Then there were other raven situations along the way: Two ravens sitting in a tree, that soared off together. I remember, when I was nearly through the loop, one lone raven was flying along in the direction where everybody else had gone some while ago, calling out in the voice that was plaintively saying, I thought: Where are you? Where did you go?

I am sure it found them. I think that ravens may sense the trail of other ravens through some invisible turbulence in the air … a systematic, periodic turbulence in the air that wafts after the raven that is flying off, so that the lost little raven … like that one … can find its way through the ‘raven signature’ periodic movements of the air. I think that is how they do it; I do not think it is through pheromones or anything like that. They sniff the air, they know the air, and they follow the air.

Alice’s Perilous Tales: Archangel Descends Upon a Swooping Demon

Now on to demons and angels: Some years ago (I have talked about this before) there was quite an incident as I was heading from my home in the San Fernando Valley to a meditation group that met in West Los Angeles. It was a long trip at night, and I had to be there by a certain hour.

I encountered a lot of trouble both arriving at the meditation group and then departing later on, time after time.

As well, there was dark interference outside the meditation place, on the street and in a neighboring coffee house. I recall in particular a dark incursion from the street through the exterior house wall, that looked a little like a transparent version of a very tall ‘Terminator’ dude with fluffy hair, well over six feet tall.

And another time when a deep dark presence swooped into the room, but was successfully countered by a very strong, pure chant of Omm begun by the meditation leader (a woman) and taken up by the rest of the women in the room.

I remember also a time when our meditation leader’s uber leader came to lead the meditation, and 100 or more Hathors (friends of mine) flew joyfully into the room through the open portal of my heart. The first one out was a particular friend of mine, known to me from a past lifetime. I recall how the uber leader greeted this fifth dimensional being with a blast of pure hatred from his own heart; how my Hathor friend stumbled and fell, his heart’s LIght snuffed out by an emotion so foreign to him and his kin; how I sought comfort in the ensuing months and years, after my Hathor friends left the 4D-5D interface on my Awareness timeline; and how I finally found comfort in the thought that my friend had but ascended to a higher dimension, and that he and I would one day meet again.

I remember another time when the uber leader met the women near that place, and during one meditation exclaimed: Yes! I have succeeded in mind controlling all of you at the same time! (or words to that effect); and how I looked up in surprise, and sensed but one other woman in a sentient state, amongst the meditators.

I remember yet the last time I meditated with that group, when the uber leader used his ability to manipulate the quantum field to simulate, on the psychic plane, raping me as the other women sat in meditation; and how, after I left the group, it seemed that, on the astral plane, he and his sublieutenants raped woman after woman in our group on the psychic plane … not in the usual mind control daydream haze, but using the quantum energy that seems more like a physical event.

I recall how the astral airs … through wide geographic swaths … were racked with violence, hatred and fear. I remember how it seemed to me … from the clairaudient plane … that a handful of women eventually succumbed, losing their lives either through despair or through violence. Whether this be true, or no, I may never ascertain.

I remember how, returning from the meditation late at night, I would feel a two hour drive stretch on and on into the night as I felt a dark presence bidding me fall asleep while driving; how I had to avoid the empty freeway on the return leg; and how I had to pull over on residential streets when the Dark Attack hit. It was impossible to resist, and took effect nearly instantaneously. Luckily because of my martial arts training long years ago, I would immediately pull over, and fall asleep at the curb … windows up, doors locked. Then suddenly I would feel a ghostly hand on my shoulder, a kindly male astral being … a guardian spirit … whispering in my ear: Wake up! It’s not safe here. Start off again towards home!

But I have spoken of all those unsettling, long-ago events in other blogs. To return to my story, one of the troubles I ran into in arriving at the meditation place was this one: I was driving along, and there were all kinds of obstructions. I was driving along the shore route by the Pacific Ocean, but I had to move inland in order to get to my destination. And the closer I got to Freeway 405, the more congested the roads were. All the roads were tied up because no one could get on the freeway … the freeway had some kind of problem.

I was afraid I would be too late to get there, and I had to be there on time … it was very important. So I was trying to improvise as I drove, trying to find a route that would work. After awhile … I was within maybe a mile of the place … and I noticed behind me that, as I progressed up the hill towards the place, the lights of the city were going off. There was a blackout that was following pretty close to the back of my car … up to about a block or two behind my car … all the way up the hill to the place where I had to go.

At the same time I sensed a descending angelic power that was pursuing something, rather like the pursuit that the raven made towards the hawk that was beneath it. There was a loping energy of Darkness following me up the hill, in a trail like the trail of the hawk along the chaparral.

It was touching the tops of the buildings as it went past, and moving towards my car, up the hill. Descending from the heavens was the angelic power of the most grand angel I have ever met … I was thinking Archangel Michael … possibly Metatron … descended down. As its wing tips, which spanned all of West Los Angeles, touched the buildings, the power went off in the buildings. Angels are that grand … they are that grand!

So now you know the story; the Darkness did not reach me; and I got to my destination safely. May it do so for you as well, for all your life long, and for all the times thereafter!

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

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Timeline Stuckness and Subconscious Symbolism: ‘It Was the End of My Life’ . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 8 December 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is a subconscious symbol that contributes to Soul wounding: Let’s say a mortifying event happens during puberty, and it has to do with newly learned skills of sexual expression. Then societal expectations hit with a boom, in the form of remonstrance from an authority figure.

It’s the end of your life!, you think with ‘kerplunk’ … and your subconscious mind repeats this every time you think of that transmogrifying experience. It was the end of my life! The end of my life! I might as well be dead!

Gosh! Talk about a death wish sort of thought! What a ‘Darth Vaderville’ metaphor!

This Sunday morning, in the wee small hours of the still dark day, an answer arrived via the sleeping Soul of a novel visitor to my contiguous astral realm. The visitor said: Say to the person with this Soul wounding: So …. What happened next?

And the person said: I went on to have many fulfilling sexual experiences with other people.

They said that, and then all of a sudden the astral airs cleared. It was as if their subconscious mind said: Oh my! It was NOT THE END OF MY LIFE! I’m alive! I’m alive! I’m alive!

My thanks to this wise astral visitor, and my thanks to my Ascension Team that an answer has been found for the timeline stuckness caused by the metaphor: It was the end of my life!

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

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Possible Passing Blessing . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 30 September 2019; published on 5 October 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Possible Passing Blessing, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a possible passing blessing. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Here is a blessing … It is a blessing for a person who is pretty ill. It goes like this … What is that up there?

Image: “Possible Passing Blessing,” by Alice B. Clagett, 30 September 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Possible Passing Blessing,” by Alice B. Clagett, 30 September 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

It goes like this …

Possible Passing Blessing
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
30 September 2019

 

May God bless you and keep you safe
Though you may be at heaven’s gate

May He shake your hand and show you in
No matter what you’ve been up to, or where you’ve been!

Amen

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

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Pioneer Ranch Ghost Stories: A Series . channeled by Alice B. Clagett *

Filmed on 7 August 2019; published on 11 September 2019

  • INTRODUCTION
    • Thoughts on Flies, Death, and Subconscious Symbolism
  • PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 1, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett, with the Music of Chris Zabriskie
    • VIDEO BY ALICE
    • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
  • PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 2, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
    • VIDEO BY ALICE
    • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
  • PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 3, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
    • VIDEO BY ALICE
    • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
  • PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 4, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
    • VIDEO BY ALICE
    • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
  • PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 5 – A BLESSING, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett, with the Music of Chris Zabriskie
    • VIDEO BY ALICE
    • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

INTRODUCTION

Dear Ones,

Here are pioneer ghost stories I channeled on 7 August 2019. I think they are imaginary; however, they do go to show that ghosts may ‘haunt’ a place because of some awful experience they may have had while living.

It is almost as if the ghosts are hoping for forgiveness, or maybe hoping for the grace to find peaceful rest in the afterlife, even though things might have gone terribly wrong in their earthly life (as seems to have been the case in these stories).

Thoughts on Flies, Death, and Subconscious Symbolism

I had a further thought about the channelings that day: I wondered if, by chance, the flies buzzing around in that forest, and bothering me, might have somehow brought in sad ghost stories. Could it be that flies might be thought by the subconscious mind to buzz round carcasses, and so might symbolize death in a subconscious context. It that were so, then that might explain these very sad channelings …

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PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 1
Channeled, imaged, and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC  BY-SA 4.0
Music: “Prelude No. 21,” from the album “Preludes” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0

An edited Summary follows the video.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

When I first started down this way [shows deserted asphalt road through woods] and before I had quite gotten to the woods, on the astral plane I heard some young children say: Better not come down this way!

I said: Why is that?

And they said: ‘Cause we are up to no good.

I said: How old are you?

One young boy said: Five.

Then I heard a man’s voice say: You kids come away from there. Leave that person alone. 

When I got down there, I did not see any children. I guess maybe they were ghosts.

Images from the video are here … Link: Santa Monica Mountains 1, photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 7 August 2019; published on 10 October 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-erm ..

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PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 2
Channeled and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0

An edited Summary follows the video.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

I was over here near the water containers that are right there [shows water containers] and I came across these trees that were by the road, and encircled by an old-fashioned kind of wire fence [shows trees and wire fence] … That kind of fence used to be manufactured before my time, in fact.

Since I am always contacting the ghosts of the early pioneers and settlers out here, I asked why this space was enclosed. A man’s voice said that his wife was buried there.

I asked him if he is passed on too, and he said he was also passed on; they were both passed on now. He put that wire there to protect his wife’s grave.

I asked him why there was no tombstone there. He said the neighbor boys carried it off.

Then up this way (but you cannot see it) … up behind this fence over here [shows fence that is up the hill a little ways] there is a reservoir. I was standing on just the other side of that reservoir, between the new water tanks [shows water tanks] … There are some old water tanks behind them that are not hooked up [shows old water tanks].

Then there was a fireplace [shows fireplace]. And next to that was this water reservoir [shows reservoir].

While I was standing between the fireplace and the reservoir I heard that same man’s voice on the astral plane. He said: Technically, you are on private property now. 

When I came down this way [shows wire fence around trees], I was chatting with him about his wife’s grave. He says when he was 49 years of age his wife passed away. I am very sorry to hear that. His wife, he said on the astral plane, was 45.

I asked him about the private land … why it was technically private land. He said that is because he rented the land from somebody else. And just because he did not do that ‘revenooer’ thing did not mean that it was not his land for as long as he used it. Now you know!

I was speaking with the gentleman in question, and asking him why it was those neighbor boys would steal that tombstone. He mentioned something about a range war going on. But for the life of him, he said on the astral plane, he could not figure why they had stolen that tombstone.

I said: Well, what did they do with it?

He said: They knocked it on a rock and broke it up, but he somehow or other got even with them. 

He said that he never got over the death of his wife. He is not too sure when it was that he passed on.

Then I said: How did your wife die? What did she die of? Was it bad water? Was it tuberculosis?

And she came in. She said: We got into a fight, and I knocked him on the floor. And he got up and konked me out.

I guess that is how it must have happened. It must have been not on purpose … just in the heat of anger, I think. Too bad, huh? Too bad.

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PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 3
Channeled and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0

An edited Summary follows the video.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Well, this is turning out to be kind of an intriguing story. I was talking to the ghost of a pioneer man just now. He said he did not want anybody to find out about how his wife passed on. And I said: Well, if you don’t want me to tell anybody I won’t.

He said: I’d rather you didn’t; my children might find out.

So I asked around; I said: Are his children still alive, or are they dead?

Off in the distance, a woman’s voice said: His children are all dead. 

So I asked him; I said: How many children did y’all have?

He said: We had five children.

And I said: My goodness! Five children!

So I asked around; I said: Are there any children of his children still alive?

Off in the distance, I heard the woman’s voice say: No, there are no kin of his alive today. 

The man turned to his guardian angel (which is always a good thing) and he said: I wonder why there are no kin of mine alive.

The guardian angel said: When you do that ‘rotterdammer’ thing, it’s always hard on the kin. [Because of the use of the malware word ‘rotterdammer’, which I associate with a person I met some years ago, I feel this astral comment may be a pass through or flow in from a subsequent astral source.]

Well I thought about it, and I wondered if it is all right to tell that story. I guess, since his kin have passed on, and since I really do not know his name … or even whether these ghost lived where I was walking or maybe elsewhere … it might be ok.

It also might help out other families to avoid domestic violence for the sake of their children and their children’s children. Domestic violence seems to cast a grey shadow upon the family line. Best to find a way to mediate difficulties, and to work things out in a constructive way.

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PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 4
Channeled and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0

An edited Summary follows the video.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

I was over here in this little clearing under a tree [shows clearing] where I have been before; where I spoke with the faeries before … sitting on the same stump I sat on before … and I heard the ghost of the pioneer man say he just found out now that when his children were 10 years old he killed them with the hatchet.

And I said: Well, why’d you do that?

He said: They didn’t work that hard anyway. 

I said: But they could have gone away then, and worked out on their own. 

And he said: That’s just what I did. 

So I said: They couldn’t have all been 10 years of age at the same time; they must have been 10 years of age one by one. Did you wait till they were 10?

I did not hear him say anything about that. He just went away …

Well I hung out with this for a minute or two because, to tell the truth, I was a little upset about it. I heard his wife say: No, he did not kill all the children like that. Only one met his death like that.

That cheered me up a little; that would be four children still alive …

I just talked to the woman a little more … it might have been a different woman. She said: We both came from the same family. Our father did not do that kind of thing. But there were a crop failure, and that’s why that happened. [long pause while listening, on the astral plane] …

Then she said: He got really upset about the crop failure, took a hatchet to the fifth one, and that was that. 

Well I hope this is the last of that story … I heard the lady’s voice say: The sheriff said he went out of his mind; that cellophane thought was on his mind. We went round and round on that one.

[Cellophane was invented in 1908; so this astral comment may be a pass through or flow in from a subsequent astral source.]  ccc

I heard the son who passed on say right now in a young person voice: I were going through puberty; that were all that were going on. My mom tried to tell me to tone it down. 

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PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 5 – A BLESSING
Channeled, imaged and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0
Music: “Prelude No. 2” from the album “Preludes” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0

An edited Summary follows the video.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

[This video show sunlight in the forest, along with some nature photos. The channelings that day were such sad stories that I felt it might be best to add a musical collaboration as the final video.]

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

The photos from this last video are here … Link: “Santa Monica Mountains 2,” photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 7 August 2019; published on 11 September 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eaY ..

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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

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Dear Ones,

Here is a sad ghost story for you. There is an edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

Here I am in Rose Valley. 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 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. While she was there, her mother became very ill. So she went 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. 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. 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 Did not give a reason; he just said that.

The next day was Thanksgiving, so she went over to her sister’s place, with her uncle. All 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. Suddenly, all the conversation at the table stopped. Everyone took a deep breath in … and held their breath! 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 cook 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 at quite some distance. 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, I threw it out.

Some years went by. Rose wondered 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 of that? 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, whom 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.

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

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

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