Excerpted on 24 February 2020 from a blog published on 28 February 2019
Dear Ones,
This very famous image of Saint Anthony being tortured by demons is a graphic depiction of what those gifted with clairaudience can hear, on the astral plane … the incursions of Dark energy threads upon the subtle bodies of human beings. These energies, whether intelligent or passively energetic, can cause physical, mental, and spiritual injuries.
Image: “The Temptation of Saint Anthony,” book scan of Giovinezza di Michelangelo, Catalogo a cura di Kathleen Weil-Garris Brandt et al., Palazzo Vecchio / Casa Buonarroti, ArtificioSkira S.R.L., Firenze-Milano, 1999, p. 327 (image no. 44), ISBN 881185687, 15th Century, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Schongauer,_Martin_-_St_Antonius_-_hi_res.jpg … This work is in the public domain in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the copyright term is the author’s life plus 100 years or fewer.
Image: “The Temptation of Saint Anthony,” book scan of Giovinezza di Michelangelo, Catalogo a cura di Kathleen Weil-Garris Brandt et al., Palazzo Vecchio / Casa Buonarroti, ArtificioSkira S.R.L., Firenze-Milano, 1999, p. 327 (image no. 44), ISBN 881185687, 15th Century, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Schongauer,_Martin_-_St_Antonius_-_hi_res.jpg … This work is in the public domain in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the copyright term is the author’s life plus 100 years or fewer.
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Because it most often is the clair gifted that sense the issue of Dark energies that have a role in the Duality play on Earth, and elsewhere in the Universe, it is not unusual for artwork on the topic to have as its subject a saint or holy person … someone who, through silent contemplation and withdrawal from the hubbub of worldly affairs, is able to sense the clair abilities with which they, like all humankind, are gifted.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Excerpted from … Link: “Blessings to Those Cells in the Physical Body,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 23 February 2019; published on 28 February 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bOB ..
Happened at 2:30 pm on 5 February 2020; imaged and published on 12 March 2020; revised
Previously titled: Demon of Lust
Location: Santa Monica, California
Dear Ones,
I have a new drawing for you … ‘Rough Young Man Possessed by a Demon’ … This was a person I saw in Santa Monica, California, at 2:20 pm on 5 February 2020. I was on my way to a dental appointment. I was paused at a stop light on Santa Monica Blvd or thereabouts. A man approached me from the north side of the street. He was a Caucasian man, a little taller than 6 feet, very handsome in a ‘biker’ way, about 35 years of age, roughly dressed. I noticed him because he looked very like an acquaintance of mine, but as if he were the second man’s son and near likeness.
In my mind I thought of the ‘mimicry’ or ‘actor impersonator’ instances I had run into from time to time in recent years. I sensed the Soul signature of the man on the street was the one that had been causing me a lot of concern in the dream world lately.
Could it be a glom that was occurring astrally, in dreamtime, because of his physical resemblance to that of my acquaintance? Could it be that the astral form of a person while dreaming by any chance homes in on people who look like other people, and creates these astral gloms of which I have spoken in past? If so, that would explain why these dreams prove false; they might have a nightmare quality because the napping astral traveler mistakes one person for a person whose physical form is similar … I wonder if that might be so.
At any rate, as to the Santa Monica man, I was instantly put on alert as I sensed he was full of vital force (as is often the case with antisocial personalities). As well, I psychically sensed a demon riding him, similar to the demon I had seen on the back of an Oriental grounds worker in Northeast Los Angeles in 2016 …
Link: “Amazing Astral Stories: The Darkest Hours . The Last Demon in LA,” by Alice B. Clagett, happened on 1 July 2016; narrated and filmed on 20 July 2016; published on 22 July 2016; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5T8 ..
I was also reminded of a man whose car had sped past me on Pacific Coast Highway in the early 2000s. That was a 20s or 30s Caucasian man, handsome like a movie star, sitting on the front of the trunk of an expensive convertible (on top of the back seat). He was wearing a long scarf that blew in the breeze. He seemed oblivious to the danger in which he had placed himself. Like the man in Santa Monica, he was staring at me. Psychically, I saw a demon riding on his back.
Then there was the sudden obsession of the short, white-haired man with the trembling pinkie in North Hollywood, which I witnessed, psychically, some years ago. That was a man who had been stalking me for about a year (but nothing bad came of it, thank goodness). I wrote about it in the year 2019, but the event happened in about the year 2013, as I recall …
Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: ‘Chameleon’: The Man with the Trembling Pinkie,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 23 May 2019; updated … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cRe ..
That is just four instances of ‘demon sightings’ in about 20 years. Not a lot. I think maybe what I saw psychically may have had to do with the people in question suffering from drug addiction. That is just a guess.
At any rate, this last man, the one in Santa Monica, made for my passenger-side car door. I sensed imminent physical danger, and eased off the brake just as the light changed. Fortunately, that was an end to it.
The drawing below is not really accurate; it is too innocent in character. The person in question seemed almost like ‘consummate evil’ and at the same time capable of being infinitely alluring. That is how it seemed to me. That is, I feel, the ‘glamour’ or ‘black magic’ that demonic obsession or possession lends the physical form of the person so unfortunate as to be obsessed of possessed by a demonic entity …
Drawing: “Rough Young Man Possessed by a Demon,” by Alice B. Clagett, 12 March 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Drawing: “Rough Young Man Possessed by a Demon,” by Alice B. Clagett, 12 March 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
NOTE: One thought I had about these encounters was that they might have had to do with the ‘allure’ a person exudes when under the influence of ‘hard’ drugs. Or else, it might have been a dreamtime realm dimensional crossover or ‘merge’ with the real world (a merge of 4D with 3D) that was so seemingly real and physical it qualified as a ‘vivid waking dream’ according to Ascension lore. They might also have been complicated instances of the clair ability known as psychokinesis.
Written and published on 5 February 2020; revised on 12 June 2020
‘CASTING’ OF THOUGHT FORMS TO CHILDREN BY THEIR PARENTS
‘CASTING’ OF THOUGHT FORMS TO PETS BY THEIR OWNERS
‘CASTING’ OF THOUGHT FORMS BY GUARDIANS TO GROWN CHILDREN WITH NO HIGHER MENTAL BODY
THE MASK OF PERSONALITY IN THE GROWN CHILD WITH NO HIGHER MENTAL BODY
COUPLES RELATIONSHIPS IN THE ATLANTEAN AGE
THE IDEAL COUPLES RELATIONSHIP
MORE INFORMATION
Spells and Curses
Casting Out of Demons
Broadcasting of Unconscious Thoughts and Dreams
Dear Ones,
Here is a drawing I made today to help explain the act of ‘casting’ one’s own thought forms … whether consciously or subconsciously into another being’s head …
Drawing: “Casting Thought Forms,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 February 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: A man (left) faces a woman (right). Both are standing. In the man’s mind is a thought form, drawn as a cloud labeled: You will be like me. A dashed arrow arcs from the man’s head to the woman’s head; the arrow is labeled: “1. Man ‘casts’ thought form into her head.” In the woman’s head is a thought form, drawn as a cloud labeled: Man’s thought form. Above the first dashed arrow is another which goes from the woman’s head to the man’s head; the arrow is labeled: “2. Man hears his thought in another’s head.”
Drawing: “Casting Thought Forms,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 February 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com …
DESCRIPTION: A man (left) faces a woman (right). Both are standing. In the man’s mind is a thought form, drawn as a cloud labeled: You will be like me. A dashed arrow arcs from the man’s head to the woman’s head; the arrow is labeled: “1. Man ‘casts’ thought form into her head.” In the woman’s head is a thought form, drawn as a cloud labeled: Man’s thought form. Above the first dashed arrow is another which goes from the woman’s head to the man’s head; the arrow is labeled: “2. Man hears his thought in another’s head.”
‘CASTING’ OF THOUGHT FORMS TO CHILDREN BY THEIR PARENTS
On the clair planes, I have observed this act of ‘casting’ thought forms in a number of contexts. One oft encountered context is that of a parent and a child, where the parent casts his or her thought forms into the child’s head, and may psychically hear them there, or prevail upon the child to speak them, although the child is too young to do so.
‘CASTING’ OF THOUGHT FORMS TO PETS BY THEIR OWNERS
The same applies to pet owners and their pets. It is relatively easy to cast thought forms into a pet, and so to force it to act in a particular way, emotionally or physically. This ‘casting’ is resented by pets, which rightly consider their feelings and rudimentary thoughts to be the proper residents of their earthly forms.
I find pets have more sense than humans in this regard. Thus I suggest, to remain on good terms with one’s pet, it is important not to intrude on its mental field. As well, I feel the notion pet owners sometimes have, that their pets are close to being human, has to do with thought casting.
Pets are often empaths, and reflect the emotional energy of their owners; that is another story altogether. As an empath, I feel empathic resonance with a pet to be the normal way of things (as might be the case between two humans).
‘CASTING’ OF THOUGHT FORMS BY GUARDIANS TO GROWN CHILDREN WITH NO HIGHER MENTAL BODY
In the case of children born with a malfunction of the Higher Mental Body, and for whom higher thought cannot manifest in the physical form, I clairly find it sometimes true that the guardian(s) of the grown child may cast their thought forms so repetitively and forcefully into the relatively empty brain of the grown child that the child will voice these thoughts and act upon them.
This I clairly find to be true when the ‘casting’ guardian is in the physical presence of the grown child; but the foreign nature of the thought forms becomes apparent when the guardian leaves the room. As soon as the guardian is absent, I clairly find that the grown child quickly reverts to its unsophisticated mental and physical behavior (which is similar to the Lower Mental Body behavior of a toddler, only influenced by the presence of sexual hormones in the grown child).
THE MASK OF PERSONALITY IN THE GROWN CHILD WITH NO HIGHER MENTAL BODY
I have clairly run into a case where such a grown child, a man, changes personality with each new guardian.
When he was jailed with a ruthless antisocial who was off-and-on demonically obsessed, the grown child began to manifest the psychic powers of the antisocial’s demon.
When the grown child later married to an intellectually sophisticated but ruthless woman, his words and behavior reflected her well developed Higher Mental Body and her criminal history.
But when his guardian was a loving, mild-mannered, ethical woman, he became docile, loving, and law abiding. This I feel to be indirect proof of the theory of ‘casting’ thought forms; proof which needs must be tested in the laboratory of life on the physical plane. Then we will know for sure about it.
COUPLES RELATIONSHIPS IN THE ATLANTEAN AGE
In today’s Atlantean Age, many couples relationships manifest as patriarchal domination. In observing couples interactions on the physical plane I have found, more often than not, that the women are more empathic than the men; that the men assume it is their mission to make the women’s minds like their own, and consequently repeatedly ‘cast’ their thoughts into their significant others’ minds, as in the above drawing. The women, more often than not, will be savvy to the need to parrot the men’s thoughts back to them, in order to maintain the relationship.
THE IDEAL COUPLES RELATIONSHIP
My own feeling is that men and women in relationship can, through patient communication give-and-take, develop empathy together, and respect for each other’s Higher and Lower Mental Bodies, so that each can manifest his or her own unique energy field and still remain synchronously and contentedly in relationship.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
See also Link: “The Person Who Lacks a Higher Mental Body,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 12 December 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-824 ..
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MORE INFORMATION
Spells and Curses
Note that spells and curses are a form of thought form ‘casting’. Spells may be either well intended, or, like curses, of evil intent.
For more on these, see my blog categories: Spells … and … Curses – energy reversals
Casting Out of Demons by Christ
I note also that Christ’s casting out of demons, mentioned in the Bible, in some cases might have constituted transformation to the Light of foreign thought forms cast into the afflicted person. In other cases it might have involved thought forms created by the person; and in some cases, an evil entity may have been involved.
For more on this see my blog category: Obsession – possession – entity attachment – exorcism
Broadcasting of Unconscious Thoughts and Dreams
You will find, here and there in my work, reference to the subconscious thought cloud of the world, of the unconscious thought cloud of the world, and of nighttime dreams which broadcast or ‘cast’ themselves from other people into our own unconscious or dreaming minds.
For more on this see my blog categories: Collective Subconscious – subconscious thought cloud of the world … Collective Unconscious – unconscious thought cloud of the world … and … Dreams – nightmares (see also ‘Vivid waking dreams’ and ‘Visions by Alice’)
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To turn off the background music, click once or twice on the arrow on the audio bar below. When you start to play another audio bar on the page, then what was playing before will likely stop playing of its own accord …
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Wild West Wedding – Pixabay License
Here is a Tiny Anthology of Wild West Poems, in alphabetical order by title. For the poems that have soundtracks, I suggest listening to the recording while reading the words of the poem. That way the flavor of the poem may the better be conveyed …
…………………………………. THE CLINK OF A REPTILE’S TOEStop
A Fanciful Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 11 February 2018
There was a fellow in Desperadoville
Who loved to kill for a sexual thrill
A wise guy stopped by who said, “My gosh …
You make your kills with swashbuckling panache!
“I have one request … ‘Cause
These kills make such messes …
Once monthly, finesse this …
“Then say goodbye
To the townspeople’s sighs,
To their nightmares and cries …
Go and give it a try!”
So he tried this advice,
And at first it seemed nice
But the beat of his heart
Did a Humphrey Bogart
When he practiced that art
And, quick as Jack Robinson,
He ditched that lesson
Day after day, began
Once more rampagin’
One night, drinking liquor,
This hard hitter figured:
“The trouble’s your ticker!
“It’s too fast a racer
I’ll put a pacemaker
Inside it. Then killin’
Won’t be so thrillin’
“Cause when I think ‘hatchets’
My heart just won’t ratchet
Up, due to this gadget.”
So he found a doctor
To make up an order
To purchase the gizmo
To KO his MO
A life of crime
Don’t stop on a dime
It worked for a time
Then the day arrived
When he contrived
A vast panorama …
A homicide drama …
That went off as expected
For he fled, undetected
And savored the deed with espresso
This is far from the norm
He surmised, all forlorn …
My heart didn’t vet the crescendo
He moped for a while
Though it wasn’t his style …
“I’ll have to make hay
In a cold-blooded way,”
He declared: “Easy come, easy go!”
–from Link: “The Clink of a Reptile’s Toes,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, published on 11 February 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8lU ..
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FOOL’S GOLDtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 27 November 2019
Would you like some counterfeit?
We have tons and tons of it.
If you say yes, and Fort Knox knocks,
They will have what you have not …
The stuff that dreams are made of.
Who can guess with what duress
The Feds will put you to the test?
Confess! … unless you’d like a drubbing.
So I say: At the end of the day
It’s better to have what you make,
Than fake … albeit merely pennies.
Then, should the Feds express distress
You can show what you were paid …
And so allay budding dismay
On the part of every party.
I do presume to sing this tune
Of happiness without much stress
By being quite the opposite
Of those who profess to be lawless.
Heartache creeps in
When the heart takes a spin
To the land of the heartachy hard case …
Perhaps not the gallows
Yet prison will swallow
The years of our youth
Amongst the uncouth
Who did not know real bread
From playdough
–from Link: “Fool’s Gold,” a rhymed poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 27 November 2019; published on 30 November 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-feX ..
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THE GATORADE KIDtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 25 October 2019
There was a kid
who lived outside
He lived right behind
The Iron Horse Inn
When the snows came
He would beg those within
for a chance to stay warm
from dusk to dawn.
The rent he paid was
a goofy grin
and if they required it –
a night’s love-in
One day I heard
a car drive by
I heard, offhand:
Would you like a ride?
and the kid said: Sure!
They stopped just offroad
in an evergreen aisle.
The man at the wheel
said with a smile:
Kid, wanna go the mile?
I can make it worth your while!
and the kid said: Sure!
Then I saw the boy’s face
contorted in pain
Oh! Why does it feel so strange?
He fell down bleeding by a back tire
On the ground down snow
‘Twixt the car and the lane
Two men guffawed
and drove away
The next day I walked out
my motel door
hoping to see
the boy’s face once more
I saw his Gatorade lying there
in a snowdrift
by a new guest’s door
It was tipped sideways.
It was half full –
the liquid bright blue
on the shoveled snow
Next day I walked out
with a flutter of hope
like a blue bird tangled
up in my heart
I saw the Gatorade
sunk in the snow
and my heart checked out
of the Iron Horse Inn.
–from Link: “The Gatorade Kid,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 25 October 2019; published on 25 October 2019; video published on 24 November 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eHr ..
…………………………………. THE HATEFUL HEARTtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 24 November 2016
The hateful heart needs no consoling
As it’s always patrolling …
Looking for someone to love it,
Though it has no love to give. It
Prowls Earth like velociraptor,
Looking for love ‘ever after’.
When it finds it, it will eat it!
Then, looking for another sweet, it
Moans and groans,
Until it owns:
There is no love,
Unless you feed it!
–from Link: “The Hateful Heart,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 November 2016; published on 30 November 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6tQ ..
…………………………………. THE HET UP VETtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 20 February 2018
There once was a vet
Who began to feel that
He had too many cows on his docket
I have it! He stated
Since cash flow’s abated
I’ll try out a new line of profit
And so he ablated
That work he hated.
In favor of work that . . . The hospit-
-al blues …
Mercy me! Made the news
That vet had a profit
That couldn’t be crop-ped
Stop it! … Awe but!
Them that knows it, just drops it!
The dickens, you say!
I could bellow all day
‘Bout the vet who transformed his meal ticket
Yup. The hospit-
-al blues were front page news
For the vet with moolah to deposit
–from Link: “The Het Up Vet,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, published on 20 February 2018; revised on 14 October 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8nK ..
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ICE: A MURDER PLOT!top
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 19 September 2019
This is a fictional, narrative poem.
I said, I’m a charity trust trustee
Ought I stay on the board or leave it?
He said, Why live with clutter?
Out of the corner of my eye
I looked round at his office
No papers, no books, no cabinets
Just a laptop and a printer
Ok, I said. I agree
As he handed me the paper to sign
his eyes cut like a razor
. . .
He said, Here are your POA forms
One is for power over health
the other for just about everything else
If you want
my wife and I
can provide that service for you
His eyes looked clear, like river ice
early on, in the winter
Ok, I said. I will sign them
. . .
His eyes turned blue like the midday sky
as he handed me the papers
Here’s a form, he said,
that I always advise
it’s important for your children
After 3 days they pull the plug
it saves them from commotion
I said, I don’t like that form at all!
Look at me – I’m the picture of perfect health
and then, I have no children
His eyes glinted like sun on snow
He said, My advice is to sign it.
. . .
He opened the door to show me out
Then stopped for half a second
My wife, he said, does health massage
I said, May I have her number?
. . .
. . .
She said, I can’t see you at my job
They’re fixing the floor in my office.
I’ll do the massage at our home instead
Her voice was like raspberry jam on toast
Why did that concern me?
What day? I asked
with a frog in my throat
She said, I’ll get back to you
Two weeks later, I found the door
of the place where she and her husband lived
Here, she said, is my new massage table
Her hand touched the cloth
in the way that a priest
offers the Sunday Eucharist
. . .
I don’t disrobe for massage, I said
I hope you can work around that
Her lips froze
Her eyes assessed
Her hip touched the edge of the table gently
Would that be ok? I asked
Ok, she said. Lie down here.
. . .
This is a new technique, she said
You’ll be the first to try it
and she explained cerebrally
the ins and outs of the method
Then out of the blue, it seemed to me,
she said, Do you know Catherine?
I have known her for years, she said
and I really like her
My eyes froze, then relaxed. O yeah.
It’s Catherine that’s working back in town
next door to this young lady
A hunch formed in the back of my mind
Then disappeared
before I could see
more than a claw
or the look on the face of it
. . .
A man in a hat
that concealed his face
walked in from the yard
As he cleared the lintel I saw
the door was still half open
His shadow lay
like a long black line
on the floor at the foot of the table
Who’s that? I asked
O, she said,
He’s just a gawker from next door
You don’t mind, do you?
I said, Yes I do!
The stranger stopped inching towards us
He turned round in the cool dim room
felt for the door with his left hand
and stumbled into the sunlight
. . .
My blood turned hot.
My hands got cold
My heart got a speeding ticket
I sat up.
My gosh, I have to go!
Here, let me pay you
–from Link: “Ice: A Murder Plot!” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 19 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019; and revised on 29 May 2023 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eio ..
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IS THERE A HOTEL HILTON IN HELL? OK, THEN, HOW ABOUT A SKI LIFT IN PURGATORY? top
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 11 February 2018
When we get to the afterlife
There is no social din or strife
No ritz, no hoi polloi-ing there
No pas de trois, no gamesterware
The agent of that shift’s quite clair …
The Mind of God is in the air
God will sit there on His Throne
And every pecadillo’s known
No boodle tendered to His cause
Can make the Hand of Wisdom pause
We can’t hop on that ‘so long’ bus
or ride the rails to dodge the fuss
God speaks our truth,
And then, forsooth,
It’s we that must the piper pay
When we face God on Judgment Day
–from Link: “Is There a Hotel Hilton in Hell? Ok, Then, How About a Ski Lift in Purgatory?” a poem by Alice B. Clagett. written on 11 February 2019; published on 19 February 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8n1 ..
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ODE TO A SCARLET VARLETtop
A Story by Alice B. Clagett 24 February 2018
You know, some people say that, when a criminal pays,
by going to jail, and then gets out again,
that they’ve paid their debt to society,
and so they deserve a second chance, right?
And so, but …
There are certain criminals that don’t want a second chance!
So I’ve composed this ode in honor of those sorts of criminals.
And it goes like this:
I have paid my debt to society
and I pay it again each week Die, Sucker, Die!
And a makeover artist says:
If they shine their shoes, and buff up their lats
Nobody will know about their past!
And those guys say: Die, Haberdasher, Die!
And the ladies say: Whoo-eee! It’s a lot of fun Fooling around with the reformed ones!
And those guys say: Die, Pollyanna, die!
And humanitarians say:
Oh, these guys had such rough childhoods
Maybe we can help them with their livelihood
And those guys say: Die, Goody Two-Shoes, die!
So, every Friday or Saturday night
They give the citizens quite a fright …
You will pay for the miserable way
You’ve treated us! It’s Judgement Day| Die, Citizen, Die!
Well, I have to say,
I’m just put out by the situation
I’m daunted …
I’m just not wantin’
this reptilian lingo
to linger
any longer
You already know that story!
But what I hear, on a Friday night, Is Die, Citizen, Die!
–from Link: “Ode to a Scarlet Varlet,” a story by Alice B. Clagett, written on 24 February 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8zO ..
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THE OUTLAWtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 22 February 2018
My gut,
he would tout,
Is loaded
wit’ lead
That I can’t
be without
Why not?
They’d blurt out
And then
he would shout:
I’d rather be blud-
geoned than
take out that slug
and then wince
to the pinch
of a lynch mob’s
cinch
–from Link: “The Outlaw,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, Written on 22 February 2018; published on 22 April 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8z0 ..
…………………………………. TINSEL HEAD: TO BE OR NOT TO BE?top
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 18 December 2019
I shall wear tinsel on my head
And then by demons will be lead
Then by no one shalt be said
That my head is full of lead …
instead
They’ll bow down to me
–from Link: “‘Tinsel Head’ Tale: Scrimmages with a Los Angeles ‘Brujo Cult’,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 18 December 2019; published on 23 December 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-fIS ..
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TOUGH STUFFtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 28 July 2018
The life of the tough
is rough
Gadzooks
forsooth …
the noose!
–from Link: “Life of the Tough,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 28 July 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-a4L ..
…………………………………. THE VOICE OF A CHILDtop
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 3 March 2018
This account is entirely fictional.
Not long ago, in a country town
chilled to the bone, a troubled child
waited almost an hour for the bus to arrive
A woman, seeming mighty grand
pulled up in an old sedan
Leaned across the passenger seat
opened the door and said, hop in!
For almost a month on the astral plane
Night after night I heard his screams
God, oh God! God, oh God!
When will my father come find me?
Mr MD, What have you done
clipping the eyelids from that man’s son?
Did you think that would awaken him?
The heresy of physical form
makes a man think that a woman is born
when the jewels of his youth are shorn
and then, his mother’s fine clothes are worn
What shows up is an angry man
trapped in a form that he can’t stand
What will he do for a sexual thrill
but find a child at a bus stop to kill?
For over a month on the astral plane
I heard his screams, I felt his pain
And then one day, a man stepped in
and severed the child from his agony
Then for a month or more I heard
a sweet small voice from the wild clair world
I love you, I love you, Mr MD
for ending that nightmare pain in me
I love you, I love you, Mr MD …
Thank you for liberating me
Oh God, if there be a God, please spare
this child, please find him there
Bless him and bring him home again
to the Father who hears when he calls for help
Bless his parents. Heal that place
and by the way, as to Dorian Gray
ask the MD to read it please
Form’s good, but it’s not the only thing
It’s feelings that make our hearts sing
…
In my heart I still hear
month in, month out,
the voice of a child
and how he called out
See the face of a woman
who was not all there
and the glint of a knife
as it arced through the air
I remember how great
was the grief of that town
and how we kept hoping
the child would be found
–from Link: “The Voice of a Child,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 March 2018; revised on 2 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8rg ..
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In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Published on 4 February 2020; revised on 29 May 2023; updated on 29 May 2023 and on 11 May 2025
Excerpted and published on 4 February 2020; revisedo n 30 April 2025
Drawing: “Antisocial Personality Social Mask,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
HELP FOR PRISONERS AND PRISON GUARDS WHEN AN ANTISOCIAL PERSONALITY IS IN THEIR PRISON
Introduction: Why I May Have Logged Onto This Information on the ‘Astral Airs’
Obsession of Jailers or Prisoners by Imprisoned Antisocial Personalities
Thoughts for Prison Guards
Thoughts for Prisoners
Dear Ones,
Today I thought to provide this excerpt from a longer article (1) for you, as the topic might otherwise be overlooked in the context of the long blog in which it originally appeared. Here is the excerpt ..
HELP FOR PRISONERS AND PRISON GUARDS WHEN AN ANTISOCIAL PERSONALITY IS IN THEIR PRISON
Introduction: Why I May Have Logged Onto This Information on the ‘Astral Airs’
I got the information on imprisoned antisocial personalities from the astral airs which, I note, cleared a great deal when Charles Manson passed on. From that I gather I may have been in touch with him, on the psychic plane, prior to his passing; or I may have been in touch with someone who had energy threads that resonated with those of Charles Manson.
Obsession of Jailers or Prisoners by Imprisoned Antisocial Personalities
Regarding antisocial personalities who are in prison, I think you will find, as I have mentioned elsewhere, croppings up of insanity amongst those that they know. They may keep a list of people that they obsess. These may be people that write to them or visit them. They may be jailers or prisoners. There may be long lists of people that they pop into and and temporarily drive insane, then pop out of.
Thoughts for Prison Guards
I think one prison management method might be to move them from one cell to another when things get obsessional in a particular block, so that they have to develop new relationships, and this may take some time. So this is a low-cost way of managing the antisocial personality’s ‘flow-through’ effect of insanity on other people.
Try to minimize time spent with him. Try not to think of him, or correspond with him. Do not talk to him. And that way, he will not be led to do that.
Thoughts for Prisoners
A further possibility for prisoners is to try varied orientations of the head while sleeping. I have found that sleeping with the head to the east and the feet to the west makes sleep more restful, and makes the possibility of being caught up in obsessional activities less likely. One is less likely to fall prey to the unconscious thought cloud of the world, and this may cut down on acting out and insane behaviors in prisons.
It is a case-by-case situation, though. Some will no doubt find other sleeping orientations better for them.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
See also my blog category: Obsession – possession – entity attachment – exorcism
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FOOTNOTE
(1) Link: “Syncretic Theory on the Antisocial Personality and the ‘Elementary’ (Black Soul or Dark Soul),” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 9 November 2016; published on 12 November 2016; transcribed and revised on 4 March 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6nV ..
