Image: “Looking for Gold,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 January 2023, , CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Looking for Gold,” by Alice B. Clagett, 21 January 2023, , CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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- VIDEO BY ALICE
- SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Dear Ones,
Here is a video about looking for gold nuggets in California. There is a Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
“I come from Salem City with my washbowl on my knee.
“I’m going to California, the gold dust for to see.
“Oh, California, that’s the land for me.
“I’m bound for San Francisco with my washbowl on my knee.
“It rained all night the day I left. The weather it was dry.
“The sun so hot I froze to death. O brothers, don’t you cry.
“Oh, California, that’s the land for me.
“I’m bound for San Francisco with my washbowl on my knee.”
Skeezix! Look at this impediment to my hike. [Shows mountain stream raging across the hiking trail.]
“I jumped on board the Liza ship, and traveled o’er the sea …”
The current is a little too strong …
“And every time I thought of home …”
… for a safe crossing, I think. The current could carry you right down over that small falls there.” [Shows small waterfall.]
“… I wished it wasn’t me.
“Oh, California, that’s the land for me.
“I’m bound for San Francisco with my washbowl on my knee.”
Sometimes … most of the time … it is just a little trickle here. I don’t know; I guess I had better give up.
“The vessel reared like any horse that had of oats a wealth.
“I thought it wouldn’t throw me, so I thought I’d throw myself.
“Oh, California, that’s the land for me.
“I’m bound for San Francisco with my washbowl on my knee.”
If you look closely you can see, looks like, little flakes of gold in the dark sand here. I didn’t see any gold nuggets, though. Just tiny little flakes of gold, it looks like … maybe fool’s gold. I put some on my hand, and I can see it shining.
“I thought of all the pleasant times we had together, dear.
“I thought I ought to cry a bit, but couldn’t find a tear.
“Oh, California, that’s the land for me.
“I’m bound for San Francisco with my washbowl on my knee.”
Does anybody know what gold nuggets look like in the raw? Are they golden colored? Maybe they’re black. I don’t know what color they are. I don’t know what to look for.
“The pilot bread was in my mouth; the gold dust in my eye …”
Once in awhile I see something a little more substantial, but still really tiny. I think it is just the light. For instance, the light was shining on this one right here [shows tiny pebble] just a minute ago, and it was really, really shiny. Now it’s not.”
“… And though I’m going far away, dear brothers don’t you cry.
“Oh, California, that’s the land for me.
“I’m bound for San Francisco with my washbowl on my knee.”
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Well, I’m searching for gold nuggets here. I figured that would make the bank happy. But unfortunately I’m seeing a lot of rocks, and no gold nuggets.
O dear, it’s a delta that I’m standing on [shows delta with two streams converging in front of it] . I guess this is the end of the road.
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I ran into some quicksand over there … {Shows where.]
“I soon shall be in ‘Frisco, and there I’ll look around.
“And when I see the gold lumps, I’ll pick them off the ground.
“Oh, California, that’s the land for me …
… but I was too quick for it.
“… I’m bound for San Francisco with my washbowl on my knee.”
[testing for quicksand with my hiking staff] Doesn’t look so good there … just a feeling. Call it a wild feeling. [staff sinks into the sand] Whoops! Uh oh! … I’m looking for some terra firma here so that I can get over to the safe place …I don’t know; it looks like quicksand to me. It definitely looks like quicksand, doesn’t it?
I don’t know … Yeah; quicksand … quicksand … quicksand … quicksand! Oh gosh, what should I do? Right, [I found] the safe way. [Goes that way.]
“I’ll scrape the mountains clean, my boys. I’ll drain the rivers dry;
“A pocket full of rocks bring home. So brothers, don’t you cry.”
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Well, what an adventure. It looked like I was seeing gold flakes; and so I was hoping to find some gold nuggets.
But I didn’t find any. And so then I started to go back, after I got to the delta and could go no farther along that gravel spit.
And I ran into some quicksand. But fortunately I was able to climb over a pile of driftwood to get back to safety.
Well, it has been an interesting day, hasn’t it?
I am sorry I could not come up with something to make the bank happy, but sometimes days are just like that!
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Well, that was the adventure for today. If you would like to read about more adventures with Alice, you can search my blog category: Adventures with Alice
In love, Light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars
See you next time …
This color … this magenta color [shows magenta color of rays of Sun] that the Sun is filtering after the rains here in Los Angeles is the color of healing of Saint Germain, the very famous healer of legend, who was said to live for many, many centuries, they say, and healed many, many people … and still can, they say. So I hear the story.
“Oh, California, that’s the land for me.
“I’m bound for San Francisco with my washbowl on my knee.”
MUSICAL CREDITS: “Oh California,” words by Jonathan Nichols, 1848, Melody: “Oh Susanna” by Stephen Foster: public domain; vocals by Alice B. Clagett
Filmed on 21 January 2023 and compiled and published on 28 January 2023; revised on 21 February 2023.
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