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For Lightworkers: Antibiotics, Thought Forms, and Our Martian Bacterial Colonists’ Right to Stay Alive . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 13 October 2019; published on 28 October 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Alice’s Perilous Tales: Events Surrounding the Saddleridge Fire
    • Weekend Crowds of Thought Forms, the ‘Small Bads’, and Insomnia
      • Housecats and the ‘Small Bads’
    • Martian Bacterial Colonists of the Colon: A Great Light Upon Earth
    • Antibiotics Diminish the Light of the Martian Bacterial Colonists Within Us
    • Diminished Martian Light Within Allows ‘Small Bads’ Access to Our Gut Brains as We Sleep
    • For Lightworkers: Minimize Course of Antibiotics?
    • Message from My Martians: We Have a Right to Be Alive
    • Conclusion

Dear Ones,

Here is a longer video with an edited Summary for you. The topics are antibiotics, thought forms, and the Martian bacterial colonists of Earth …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I have an insight regarding the Martian bacterial colonists of Earth, of the human ‘space station’ colons that I have talked about in years past.

Alice’s Perilous Tales: Events Surrounding the Saddleridge Fire

I hurt my toe! I was cleaning off the roof of the shed preparatory to the great winds that came, that then resulted in the fire called the Saddleridge Fire. All this happened in the space of three days: The cleaning of the roof, the great gale winds, and the Saddleridge Fire, which came within about three and a half miles of the house.

While I was cleaning off the porch roof, something happened to one of my smaller toes: First it became insensitive to pain … numb … and then it started hurting like a bee sting.

By the next day, when the fire started, my toe was swollen up. So I went to the urgent care people, and they said: Take Keflex, a type of antibiotic in a family of antibiotics to which I am allergic. They said there is only a five percent chance that it will have the same effect.

What with the downed trees and the traffic accident … looked like it might have been a fatal accident … past which I drove, and the fire and the smoke, and all this stuff, I thought: Well, if Keflex is fast acting, then that is the best thing. So I took it.

The first day that I took it, all the symptoms were greatly relieved. It was terrific. But as I continued to take it … you know, as Lightworkers, we have much more sensitive electromagnetic systems than people are generally aware of. Of course, everybody is capable of having those types of electromagnetic systems, but not everybody is yet deeply aware of the electromagnetic nature of the body of Light.

So we Lightworkers have different medicinal requirements from other people, maybe because we are better at repairing Light problems that go wrong, and the Light is the template for the body. I am sure you have heard all this. Anyway, a lot of the time, when we get medicines, we just need a homeopathic amount of medicine in order to heal the body … not the usual course of medicine.

By the second day … which was yesterday … of taking this antibiotic, I started to get the same types of symptoms that I have had in years past with penicillin and amoxicillin and so forth. So today I had to quit.

But on the other hand, it has healed what was wrong, which was an infection caused by the puncturing of the skin, the integument, from that unknown trauma that happened on the roof of the shed.

Weekend Crowds of Thought Forms, the ‘Small Bads’, and Insomnia

Last night there was an incursion of the Dark. Of course, this is the Solar Minimum; it is close to Halloween, which is always kind of a spooky time of year, just before All Saints Day (November 1st); and just before extended income taxes are due.

So a lot of people are working very hard, all night long, on their taxes. In addition, there was a big party down the street. Cars were parked all over, and there was a far greater concentration of thought forms than usual.

Thought forms have an electromagnetic nature. They go right through walls; they do not depend on physical things to get where they are going. So there was a great charge of the thought form currents in the air. And that creates sleeplessness in my experience … similar to when you are at a meeting, and there are a lot of people there, and they are not concentrating on something special as is the case with a devotional service.

Say they are contentiously talking about city issues, for instance. There are thought forms flying all over the place. The same was the case last night: There were tons of thought forms … and, it seemed to me, inebriated thought forms … the type that draw in the ‘Small Bads’ (luckily not the Big Bads).

The Small Bads can influence our sleep pattern adversely, by giving us bad dreams. The thought forms come into our mind field and influence our dreaming capability. In addition there was an issue with regard to the food that I ate yesterday. I had a little chicken.

On Fridays and Saturdays my experience as a Lightworker is, it is not good to consume any kind of flesh at all … even ‘light’ flesh, like chicken and fish and seafood. It is best not to do that on Saturday nights. It has to do with these other types of thought forms that we run into on the weekend, that are different from the work-a-day thought forms, which are more disciplined, less alcoholic, less … I have not quite pegged it down, but there is something Dark and sad and angry about the thought forms that people produce on Friday and Saturday nights here in Los Angeles. It is usually not so bad in my area because it is so quiet here; there are not very many people here. But last night … most likely for the reasons I have mentioned before … it was worse than usual. I got restless sleep.

Housecats and the ‘Small Bads’. And my cat was behaving very oddly, as if she wanted to get into the room; as if she herself was affected by this issue. Cats are much more easily affected by the Small Bads than humans.

I have seen to my cat; she is doing better. I have seen to myself; I am doing better.

Martian Bacterial Colonists of the Colon: A Great Light Upon Earth

I have a theory for you, regarding the Martian Bacterial Colonists of Earth and antibiotics, such as penicillin and the like: The Martian Bacterial Colonists have said that they see themselves as a great Light upon the Earth.

Light is a form of electromagnetic energy. As you may know, we Lightworkers deal with electromagnetic energy. Earth has a body of Light known as the magnetosphere. We have a body of Light that uses electricity and magnetism in our nervous systems to send signals back and forth in our nervous systems.

Antibiotics Diminish the Light of the Martian Bacterial Colonists Within Us

Antibiotics, as I understand it, kill the commensal organisms in our colon … just as they kill the invading, hostile organisms in our colon. After we take a course of antibiotics, we will most likely need to rebuild the commensal organisms in our colon, using probiotics and yogurt and things of that nature.

In the meantime … such as last night … when commensal organisms in the gut are at an all-time low because of the die-off caused by antibiotics, it could be that the great Light that they talk about … that they provide to the world … is relatively missing from our colons.

Diminished Martian Light Within Allows ‘Small Bads’ Access to Our Gut Brains as We Sleep

A lot of the dreaming that we do at night has to do with the gut brain, which emanates from the colon. It is possible for incursions of the Dark … this is my theory: It is possible that incursions of the Small Bads … not the Big Bads, but the Small Bads … may be more likely to occur against the gut brain when the Great Light of the bacterial inhabitants of the colon is damped down by a course of antibiotics. As mentioned above, it may be the ‘small bads’ that then cause us insomnia and nightmares.

For Lightworkers: Minimize Course of Antibiotics?

So I suggest the thing for Lightworkers to do is to minimize our course of antibiotics, if indeed we have to take it. Say there is a great fire, and your house is in danger, and you can solve this problem of the infection in your foot, so that you can save your life, and that of your neighbors, in case of need. If you have to take that antibiotic, then do not take it for very long. If you are a Lightworker, and find yourself intolerant of a prescribed course of medicine, then try taking a homeopathic amount of the medicines provided by Western science. You may find it works better for your system, and helps keep the total kingdom of your life forms in better working order … and better able to defend you electromagnetically.

Message from My Martians: We Have a Right to Be Alive

I am bidden to mention something else to you. This is something that is near to my heart; but to tell the truth, I had thought it might be best not to mention it, because I will never get a buy-in from anyone but the Lightworkers, I feel … Here is the special request from the Martian bacterial colonists of Earth …

They say: We have a right to be alive.

To that I will add: It was they that created us, here on Earth. Many of the other sentient and nonsentient life forms on Earth were created through their genetic engineering. They are the Elder Race of Earth, and we are but the new beginners here.

We, so far, have an appalling lack of understanding of the importance of cooperating with them, in order to keep ourselves healthy. In fact, much of modern medicine does the exact opposite. I am appalled … truly appalled … at modern medicine.

On behalf of the Elder Race, I would like to say: They have a right to stay alive. And we have a need to work with them in order to maintain these bodies that we are currently caring for, here on Earth.

That was a special request. I know you are not there with me; but for the Lightworkers: There it is. You can teach your people respect for all life forms on Earth, especially those inside us.

I do not know how the microimmunological community of scientists is going to take this. Maybe they will not see it. That would be great!

Conclusion

I have to tell you, I am looking forward to All Saints Day on November the first, after Halloween. That is going to be a good day … and then, on into Winter Solstice for all of us. With the New Year, they say, there may be the beginning of a new Solar Maximum cycle building up. That will be something to look forward to.

That is all I have to say. I have to go do my taxes. Talk to you all later on. By-bye. Take care.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Notice about revised blog . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 21 October 2019

Dear Ones,

I have revised this blog about two of ‘Alice’s perilous tales’ and favorited it on my home page …

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 ..

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

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The Man with the Serrated Scimitar . a story by Alice B. Clagett

Happened on 13 June 2019; published on 4 October 2019

Dear Ones,

On 13 June 2019 I parked my car at the trailhead at the end of Decker School Road in northwestern Leo Carrillo State Park in the Santa Monica Mountains, California, and began a walk along Nicholas Flat Trail, which leads to Nicholas Pond and then down to the Pacific Ocean, had one a yen to walk that far. The thing I remember most vividly about that walk was this …

I parked my car at the trailhead and began walking along the trailhead. There was a gentle rise to my left, and a gentle descent into a dry streambed to my right. It looked to me as if the terrain had been burned over during the great Woolsey Fire that began in early November 2018, and burned about 100,000 acres of land in the Santa Monica Mountains …

Link: “2018 Woolsey Fire,” at National Park Service … https://www.nps.gov/samo/learn/management/2018-woolsey-fire.htm ..

I heard two men conversing from down the trail in the southerly direction I was heading; from the sound of their voices, they were heading toward me.

I was carrying my camcorder and dawdling along the trail as I took photos of the landscape and plants along the way.

Pretty soon I saw two young men, maybe in their late 20s or early 30s, coming toward me along the trail. They were strangers to me, walking side by side, and taking up the width of the narrow trail. One was a little taller, maybe nearly 6 feet tall, spare and lean. The other was maybe three inches shorter and a little more muscular; he was an athletic weight for his age.

The shorter man, who approached along the left edge of the trail, was carrying in his right hand a curved scimitar that looked about like this 25 inch stainless steel blade …

Image: “Personalized Scimitar Swords Set with Custom Engraved Text” … https://i.etsystatic.com/16516687/r/il/d98d5f/1885968716/il_794xN.1885968716_efu2.jpg ..

… except that, as I recall with puzzlement, part of the top edge of the scimitar was serrated.

I stepped to the left-hand side of the trail, which was higher and, I felt, more defensible. From that slightly higher elevation I faced the trail. In my left hand was my camcorder.

The man with the scimitar sized me up as he approached, swinging his two-foot steel blade lazily back and forth as he walked. Then his glance fell upon my camcorder, and his energy field contracted slightly.

He said to me: Is that a camera?

I said: Yes.

As the two men drew abreast of me, the hairs of my left leg, which was a foot beyond the left side of the trail, sensed a change in the breeze as the scimitar swung past my lower body. Then the men walked by.

As I waited, I heard them reach their car. Then two car doors slammed. As I looked up, their cars drove back up Decker School Road.

As I began walking farther along the trail, a vision came to me on the astral plane which seemed to me to be the daydream of the scimitar-carrying man. In the dream, the two men were walking together in the southerly direction I had been heading.

They came to terrain that was flatter and more open. A young man was there, standing all alone; it seemed to me he importuned them sexually. In the dream, the man with the scimitar gathered his strength and will to slay the stranger. Then suddenly, the vision vanished.

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Aside from this encounter with the two men, it was a very pleasant outing. I was pleased to find hundreds of tiny California toads hopping through the wetlands around Nicholas Pond. This is indeed a rare sight in Southern California, most likely occasioned, I thought, by the greater than average rainfall last winter.

The pond, too, was more full of water than I had ever seen it before, in my many years of wandering the Santa Monica Mountains.

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

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Here are photos from the hike on the day described in the story … Link: “Nicholas Flat Trail,” photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 13 June 2019; published on 3 October 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-env ..

Many of these photos are featured in this video … Link: “Nicholas Flat Trail and the Music of Chris Zabriskie,” compiled by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 13 June 2019; published on 3 October 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eno ..

Link: “Trail of the Month ~~ May 2013: Nicholas Flat” … https://smmtc.org/trailofthemonth/trail_of_the_month_201305_Nicholas_Flat.php ..

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Ice . a poem by Alice Clagett

Written on 19 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Ice, a poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a new poem for you …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

This is a poem called “Ice” …

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ICE
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

. . . . .

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

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Notice That Blog Has Been Transcribed . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 26 July 2019

Dear Ones,

I have transcribed the longish blog linked to below …

Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: Dissolving the Spell ‘Bow to Me!’,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 8 August 2015; revised on 17 May 2016; transcribed on 26 July 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5bi ..

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

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Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Man with the Trembling Pinkie . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 23 May 2019

Image: “A light display shines from where the World Trade Center used to be, New York, Sept. 11. The two beams of light are illuminated each year on the anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. (Official Marine Corps photo by Sgt. Randall A. Clinton),” author unknown, 11 September 2010, in Wikimedia Commons. This Image was released by the United States Navy with the ID 100911-M-4003C-145. As a work of the U.S. federal government, the image is in the public domain.

Image: “A light display shines from where the World Trade Center used to be, New York, Sept. 11. The two beams of light are illuminated each year on the anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. (Official Marine Corps photo by Sgt. Randall A. Clinton),” author unknown, 11 September 2010, in Wikimedia Commons. This Image was released by the United States Navy with the ID 100911-M-4003C-145. As a work of the U.S. federal government, the image is in the public domain.

Dear Ones,

In December of 2011 an alarming event happened to me; an event so harrowing that I have found it difficult to set down on paper, although I have tried many times.

In physical terms, the event was simple, and over with in an instant. It is the sense of terror I experienced that night, that I have not, till this very day, been able to quell.

Looking back through the window of time, it was the night of 4 December 2011. I had just gone to a Sunday evening service at Saint Thomas the Apostle Episcopal Church in Hollywood, California …

Link: “St. Thomas the Apostle Hollywood,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Thomas_the_Apostle_Hollywood ..

The music of the church organ and the voices of the choir had brought in the Angelic Realm. Before my startled psychic eyes, tier after tier of cherubim and seraphim descended into the church, blessing the congregation, and filling the surrounding area, for blocks around, with Angelic Light.

After the service, I was in a state of joy such as would be difficult to convey. I felt blessed beyond measure, beyond time and space; infinitely blessed.

I had only to go to the parking lot, retrieve my car, and head for home.

The church parking lot was separated from the church by a building just to its north, on North Gardner Street. As I began to walk up that little traveled residential street, I saw that dusk had fallen. The street was not lit by streetlights. And so, I walked very alertly toward where my car was parked.

As I approached the southeastern edge of the parking lot, I saw a stranger standing in the lot, with his back turned toward me. This man had curly white hair, a little like that in this photo of Mark Twain, but without the mustache …

Image: “A Portrait of Mark Twain Including Signature circa 1884,” from “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” (Harper edition, 1912), 1884, from Wikimedia Commons … public domain.

Image: “A Portrait of Mark Twain Including Signature circa 1884,” from “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn” (Harper edition, 1912), 1884, from Wikimedia Commons … public domain.

It seemed to me that the man must have heard my footsteps; his shoulders stiffened, as if he did not want me to be there, or as if he were angry. Then the man’s smallest left finger began to tremble.

A feeling of mortal peril overcame me. It was a feeling of an intensity seldom before experienced in this lifetime (and only once since then). In my mind a series of visions of past events flashed by, all in the wink of an eye …

I remembered that, not long prior, I had seen a man of similar stature and with similar hair, back turned toward me, working on a laptop in a coffee shop on Venice Blvd near Marina del Rey, when I went in for coffee before an evening meditation class. In that instance, I also had had an ominous feeling, an inexplicable feeling of terror, when I noticed that the smallest right finger of the man’s hand, on the table near the laptop, started to tremble.

I remembered how, from inside my house one evening not long before, I had sensed evil intent lurking a few houses away, up a nearby hill; and then had gone on foot, with my flashlight, to investigate. As I walked up the street, I heard a car start, and rapidly gain speed. Intuitively I sensed the driver’s rage; felt the fingers of his right hand close round the grip of a pistol; felt the weight of the metal and the lethal energy of the weapon; felt his rage diminish ever so slightly as, streaking past me, he failed to raise the handgun and fire.

I remembered sitting in the meditation class a week or so prior, and sensing that a demonic energy was gathering in a car parked a block away, on West Charnock Road. Before my startled astral eyes, the eight-foot figure of a man, transparent but somehow very solid, emerged from the wall behind my back and to my right. It was the same Mark Twain hairdo! The man had the same stature as the one I now faced. It was like the man that materialized out of the floor in “Terminator 2” …

Video: “Terminator 2 Security Guard’s Death,” by mrsierraleone007, 29 December 2012 …    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DXsyn-9VLVA I recall, uncannily, that Dan Richard Stanton, the security guard done in by the Terminator in this video clip, looked very like a person who worked in Professor Fred Fox’s office at UCLA in days long past, when I worked as an editor there.

I remembered tapping a well of courage, rushing out of the house to the corner, looking up Charnock Road to where I felt danger to be lurking … And how, deja vu, an old sports car parked on the south side of Charnock Road, across a residential intersection, roared to life, gained speed from zero to 60 while crossing the intersection, and shot past me at breakneck speed, heading for McLaughlin Avenue.

So, on approaching the church parking lot that eerie evening, when I noticed the trembling finger of the standing stranger, I thought: Maybe this is the man that was in the coffee shop. Maybe this is the driver of the old sports car. Maybe this man has been stalking me.

I stopped walking, and stood very still, very centered and connected to the ground, as I had learned in the martial arts.

The man got close to his vehicle. And then something happened to him. A presence … an energy … descended on him. It was three or four feet wide, and circular, around him; and about nine feet tall.

The huge size of the descended energy so alarmed me that I have made a video, showing its size compared to the man’s size …

The sound effect is in the movie is imaginary … The event took place in stark silence, in a moment that seemed frozen in time and space …

When this huge energy descended upon the man, it changed him in such a way that his energy field waxed violent; suddenly, he projected fiery menace, like that of the dragon in this image …

Image 3B: “Return of the Fire Dragon,” https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/emporea/images/d/d9/Black_dragon_preloader.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160216171424 ..

The stranger turned slowly around, with a liquid motion, to face me. The manner in which he turned ’round, and the feeling of his mind as he did so, reminded me of the hypnotic look in the eyes of Thulsa Doom, and the doleful fluidity, the ineluctable power of the move with which turned to behead the mother of the child Conan …

Video: “Thulsa Doom behead’s Conan’s mother – Conan the Barbarian (1982) (HD-720p),” by FilmSpectre, 25 April 2013 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=huTKdSZMRPg ..

The malefic energy that had come down upon the stranger was still upon him, as his gaze met mine. I had never seen the like.

I have tried to describe what occurred, but words are shabby tools for such a task. Finally, I set upon the notion of a visual presentation, and came up with this image …

Image: Serial killer personality behind the silhouette of the ‘normal’ personality of a person suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder. The serial killer personality is depicted by an altered version of the painting “The Great Red Dragon and the Beast from the Sea,” by William Blake, 1805, public domain; and the ‘normal’ personality is depicted by the silhouette of a man (who is facing forward). The silhouette is an adaptation of “Man standing silhouette.svg” by Open Clip Art Library, 16 April 2009, in Wikimedia Commons, public domain. I chose this silhouette because it did not resemble anyone whom I felt to be a multiple personality. Adapted and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 22 February 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0. — This is an alternate interpretation of a drawing found in “Triple Vortical ‘Vampire Effect’ – a Temporary Ascension Symptom,” by Alice B. Clagett, in “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: Serial killer personality behind the silhouette of the ‘normal’ personality of a person suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder. The serial killer personality is depicted by an altered version of the painting “The Great Red Dragon and the Beast from the Sea,” by William Blake, 1805, public domain; and the ‘normal’ personality is depicted by the silhouette of a man (who is facing forward). The silhouette is an adaptation of “Man standing silhouette.svg” by Open Clip Art Library, 16 April 2009, in Wikimedia Commons, public domain. I chose this silhouette because it did not resemble anyone whom I felt to be a multiple personality. Adapted and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, 22 February 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0. — This is an alternate interpretation of a drawing found in “Triple Vortical ‘Vampire Effect’ – a Temporary Ascension Symptom,” by Alice B. Clagett, in “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

The wording of the caption was written for the first blog in which the image appeared …

Link: “Multiple Personality Disorder,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 29 May 2018; revised on 23 February 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-9cQ ..

… and thus does not apply to today’s blog. In grappling with an explanation for the event I am describing today, I included the same image, with a different caption, in another blog …

Link: “Triple Vortical ‘Vampire Effect’ – a Temporary Ascension Symptom,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 5 May 2017; revised on 22 February 2018, 22 April 2018, and 23 February 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7bd ..

For today’s blog, the silhouette of the man in the image could be said to represent the stranger in the parking lot. The glowering brow of the many-headed being behind him imparts the menacing nature of the Dark energy I sensed round the stranger that night.

In point of fact, it felt that dreadful night as if another being … a malevolent being … had descended on this person in front of me.

I called upon the Archangel Michael, of the Angelic Realm, which had been so much with me during the church service just ended, and by God’s grace I felt the descent of just as strong an energy for the good, all around me and above me.

There was a zinging in the air, as this Angelic energy countered the giant of the Dark that crouched upon the man …

What happened, at that moment, was a detente … a ‘squaring off’ … of perhaps what you would say was a Fallen Angel … and the holy presence of Archangel Michael.

Then I sensed another man approaching from the direction of the church. I could tell by his steady, slow footsteps that he was a man of medium weight, in good health; and from the psychic plane, I gathered he was a mild-mannered, well-intentioned person.

With a start, the angry man who confronted me sensed the presence of the other man. At that moment, the hold that the huge, Dark energy had on him was broken.

Then slowly the first man turned round to his right, placed a key in the door of a van, and got in. As he was closing the van door, I got into my car and, by God’s grace, escaped.

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

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Link: “How Do Predators Hypnotize Their Prey?” by Alice B. Clagett, begun on 31 May 2018; published on 26 June 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-9sy … See the section: Demonic Obsessoin or Possession: Rhythmic Movements While Stalking Prey

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Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Mentryville Portent . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 19 October 2017; published on 11 March 2019

Image: “Sycamore Tree and Boulder, Mentryville, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 19 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sycamore Tree and Boulder, Mentryville, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 19 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Dear Ones,

I recall a portent that happened on 19 October 2017. I had intended to go for a hike in Mentryville Park, near Stevenson Ranch, California, that day. This was a hike I discovered in 2008, and introduced the “Lost and Found Gang” indie hiking group to it.

Mentryville Park is run by the Mountains Recreation and Conservation Authority (MRCA) …

Link: “Mentryville” … https://mrca.ca.gov/parks/park-listing/mentryville/ ..

The historic Felton Schoolhouse is there; that was the first school in Santa Clarita Valley. It housed grades one through eight from about 1885 to 1932. Near the school is a trailhead that goes up into the mountains.

The park is accessed by taking Pico Canyon Road west, then left on Pico Canyon Service Road to the parking lot for Mentryville Park. On my way there I noticed an economy car parked on the south side of the junction of the two roads, which seemed odd. It looked like there was no one in it.

Then in the parking lot for Mentryville Park, I parked and paid. There were no cars in the lot, other than my own; but standing in the lot … ‘out of the blue’, as it were … was an older man of medium height, with a Greek nose, wearing a thin tie. As I paid, he regarded me, then walked on … maybe toward the car parked some ways back along the road, I thought.

The thin tie he was wearing stuck out in my mind, as I rarely see that conservative type of tie in Los Angeles … and so far, never at all had I seen a man wearing a tie in a park parking lot, through all my long years of hiking the mountains in the Los Angeles area. So there was that.

I looked around the historic ruins of the schoolhouse and took a few photos, but as I am not sure of copyrights, thought it best not to post them online.

Then as I turned to the trailhead to my left, which that year had good brush and tree cover semi-obscuring the trail, I had the oddest foreboding that a ‘hit man’ was lying in ambush, on the rising, brush-covered incline to the right of the trailhead.

So I turned around and headed home. On my way back, I looked for the economy car I had seen on my way in, and it was still there, unoccupied, as nearly as I could tell. Which made the matter of the thin-tied Greek-nosed gentleman in the parking lot all the more a mystery.

This is the type of story I tend to remember, as there is no way of knowing whether the portent in my mind was or was not true. However, my rule of thumb is, why bother to tempt fate, if we feel things are not quite right? There are plenty of opportunities, here in Los Angeles, to have adventures without needing to endure that ‘sinking sensation’. On to the next trailhead! … That is my philosophy.

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