Compiled and published on 21 March 2020; republished on 29 March 2020; revised on 10 June 2023
Happened on 26 November 2014, the day before Thanksgiving 2014. There had been a light snowfall that day, and as I recall, more was on the way for the following day.

Dear Ones,

I recall on my last visit home, for Thanksgiving 2014, I was staying with my one of my uncles, since deceased. I was there for Thanksgiving, and to visit around where I used to be in my childhood … where I had grown up, in the Maryland countryside, close to Washington, D.C.

As it happened, Trinity Episcopal Church was just across the road from where my uncle lived in Upper Marlboro, a fact integral to the story I am about to tell …

On that, the most recent of my trips home, for Thanksgiving 2014, I was plagued at night by the Demon realm. I cannot put forth the why or where of it, but the fact is that demons would swarm round me at night when I was there.

I recall one night during my five-day visit, when all that became just too much for me. In the early evening, I trekked across Main Street, and round to Church Street, where my mother’s Trinity Episcopal Church was located.

As I neared the church, I began to feel a greater and greater sense of sanctuary. I walked up the brick walk, past the graves and tombstones of my mother’s ancestors. A cold wind was whistling round me, and the Darkness rustled down amongst the leaves of the holly trees on the front lawn of the church …

Image: Graveyard at Trinity Church in Upper Marlboro, Maryland, photo by Alice B. Clagett, 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

The front door and the side doors of the church were locked up tight; so, in my desperation, I walked up the front stairs of the church …

Image: Trinity Church in Upper Marlboro, Maryland, photo by Alice B. Clagett, 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

As I walked up those stairs, the demons pursuing me were repulsed by the Light of faith abiding there. They flew up howling into the sky, and then were gone away.

For some time I sat next the front door of the church, which shielded my back from the cold wind. I was listening for the return of the demons, but they did not come back. I was safe there, saved through my mother’s faith, and the faith of the minister and the people there, from the deepest Darkness ever to pursue me in this lifetime.

Link: “Song of the Lord’s Prayer,” melody composed and sung by Alice B. Clagett, published on 25 July 2015; revised on 29 November 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-3Gr ..

That is why I recommend to my reader: In times of deepest despair, seek sanctuary on Holy Ground. If there is a church nearby, even if you cannot enter the church door, you may find, as did I, that the steps of a church offer safety of Spirit, and of physical form. Here is a song I wrote about that …

Link: “Don’t Be Afraid of the Dark,” stories and song by Alice B. Clagett, published on 10 June 2014; revised and republished on 27 December 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-89C ..

In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars

This blog has been added here … Link: “Compendium: My Childhood and Family, and Later Years,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled and published on 21 March 2020; republished on 29 March 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-haj ..

Image: Window of Trinity Episcopal Church in Upper Marlboro, Maryland, photo by Alice B. Clagett, 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

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In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars

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