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Alice’s Perilous Tales: Demon-Powered Levitation of a Student? . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 1 July 2021; revised

Image: “On Reptilian Remains from the Trias of Elgin,” by G. Boulenger, 1904, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:On_Reptilian_Remains_from_the_Trias_of_Elgin_(1904)_(14742559206).jpg … CC0

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Dear Ones,

‘Heart Vampire’ is said to have caused the members of his group to levitate, and also to have levitated himself. There is, I feel, good reason not to be conceited about levitating, should one be so unfortunate as to do so, as will become apparent from the story below.

There is a man I nickname Heart Vampire. This was a spiritual teacher I encountered some years ago, and found out was apparently the head of a ‘killing cult’ or ‘death cult’. I gather from a book I read, and which I intuited might have been created by his cult, that this person thinks of himself as a cannibalistic reptoid from someplace other than Earth.

I was right away reminded of an image I saw online image recently of a very gnarly-looking bipedal demon, with a snarl on its face, standing facing forward. In front of the demon was a beautiful woman, in a sort of a trance. The demon had sunk the claws of its left hand into the left shoulder of the woman, and had lifted her off the ground. Here is the image, which I feel was rendered with very convincing dramatic flair …

Link: “Kau’T,” by Vashta Narada, in Vashta Narada’s Galactic Art … https://www.vashta.com/my-product/kaut/ ..

I have my own story to tell about the demon I saw in the image, as it seems to me this demon might be kin to one that swooped in and overlit Heart Vampire, who was the national leader of a meditation group I attended for a few years. The events I am about to describe happened in the year 2013 or so. I admit I have delayed in telling this tale, as my life in general is just not like this. I could barely believe what happened back then, and it seems to me but a dream today. Nevertheless, from time to time I remember; it could be the memory will dissipate in the telling of the events that transpired on that fateful weekend.

These events took place in a span of three days, over a weekend. I recall I went to a meditation led by that teacher on the East Coast in October 2013. Many dark and sinister psychic phenomena occurred within a few days of each other. There were omens and forebodings and very bad dreams. My psychic ears were ‘pricked up’ and I was on the lookout 24-7 for trouble on both the psychic plane and the physical plane.

I was staying at a staid motel on the East Coast, where I had stayed before. It was a colonial sort of place … genteel, laid-back, and just a little gone to seed, but well kept up for all that. There was a fringe of forest out back; a creek meandered through it. Not a lot of traffic on the country roads that intersected there; in short, it was a quiet and well-appointed retreat.

The first thing that happened was this: I saw in the hallway just beside the door to my room a young Chinese woman standing. That struck me as odd; thinking back, I could not remember one guest at that motel, in the last few years, who had been other than Caucasian. This woman seemed to me like a University student; she had that well-bred, educated look. She was in her 20s, I guessed. Somehow, through some crook of the imagination, I sensed an aura of secrecy, something like secret agent, or CIA, or special operative. This hunch was mystifying, and it set me on edge. So when I left the room for the day’s adventures, I set a doorknob alarm on the inside knob of my motel room door.

That first day I visited a member of the meditation group at a home about an hour away. She was the woman I later nicknamed “Torturess,” a member from the Wild West portion of the group who had been visiting the East Coast for a month or so …

Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Torturess’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 4 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lR9 ..

Her husband was ‘Hunter-Snuffer’ …

Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Hunter-Snuffer’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 5 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lSo ..

At the time of my visit I had not an inkling of what was hidden within their subconscious minds; rather, what I felt was a vague uneasiness. Something was just not right, I felt. But what was that? What was going on?

‘Torturess’ was staying with an infant she said was her grandchild in a house on a quiet side street. The house had half a plywood sheet nailed over the entryway to the basement; she said her daughter and son-in-law were renovating that area.

The baby was asleep in a bassinet or crib in the living room. It was a chubby, pleasant-faced child; its face reminded me just a little of the Buddha, very serene. On the mantel over the fireplace across from the bassinet was a very evil looking Satan mask, maybe left over from Halloween. When I saw the mask, I felt a chill, and saw a vision of an invisible Satan’s mask drawn in ‘Dark Light’ upon the bedroom door of ‘Torturess’ at her house in the Wild West. I recalled that was a doorway I had never entered, and wondered what secrets were behind the door. And what secrets were in store for this infant that lay there so peacefully?

What with traffic and travelling a route unknown to me, whose roads were, to say the least, illogically laid out and poorly signed, I arrived late, and could visit for only an hour. We walked with the baby in a stroller a block or so, along the tree-lined, narrow street in front of the house. Then I left, hoping to get to the evening meditation on time.

The meditation that evening was being held at the house of the East Coast meditation leader, a woman I nicknamed “Three House Hostess.” I may have gotten some of the things described below mixed up with a prior meditation weekend at that house; at this distance in time it is hard to ascertain. At any rate, this is how I remember that night in October 2013 …

There were the usual East Coast meditators there, and also the woman I nicknamed ‘Alluring Calm’, who was my meditation leader from the West Coast, in addition to ‘Heart Vampire’ …

Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Heart Vampire’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 14 February 2021; revised… https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lzW ..

… and his wife ‘inanna’ (as I nicknamed her) from the Wild West …

Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Inanna’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 5 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lTa ..

Another of the East Coast meditation leaders … a very pretty woman I have not nicknamed … brought with her a man about her age, whom I had not seen before. I took him to be her boyfriend.

It was not possible to determine much about the people in the meditation group, as there was a rule of silence before and after the meditations. Aside from the teacher, no one could talk during the meditations unless they raised their hand and the meditation teacher nodded his head in their direction and assented. In almost every instance, input by students was short and sweet. Interspersed with the meditation were long talks by the teacher.

And so, I never got to know any of the people in the group in the usual, chit chat and small talk way. Other than that they were meditators, I knew nothing about them. I was left to surmise and psy to ‘fill in the gaps’, except a little bit with two of his students, a couple I nicknamed ‘Torturess’ and ‘Hunter-Snuffer’; those two invited me over in a polite, social way a few times. From their small talk then I got to know them a little; though small talk, I feel, is but the polite social veneer, not the ‘real McCoy’ of true friendship. Do you not feel that to be so? It was from that small talk that I began to become aware of deep and very unsettling undercurrents in the meditation group. I recall I could not put my finger on it; I began to get a very uneasy feeling. Something just did not fit right … something did not suit. It seemed things might be, in effect, just the opposite of what they appeared to be.

To get back to the October 2013 meditation: There was a man that ‘Heart Vampire’ introduced as his son at the meditation. This man looked a little like he felt out of place, as if he were not used to meditation. Nevertheless, he sat quietly throughout.

There were also several … maybe two … strange men dressed, I think, in suits. On the mighty slim evidence of the clothes they wore and their facial expressions, I took them to be IRS agents or secret service agents. That was just how the energy struck me that weekend … the energy seemed conspiratory. What with these strange, suited men and the young Chinese woman in my motel hallway, conspiracy theory seemed to be ‘in the air’.

I recall after the meditation that evening, as everyone exited to the back yard, one of the suited men hit on the prettiest young woman who had been at the meditation. Judging from the uneventful endings of other meditations I had attended, this seemed to me to be an outstanding faux pas. Such behavior had never occurred priorly. I recall she demurred. Nevertheless I was put in mind of those Secret Agent 007 movies I had seen, and this increased the air of mystery. What was up? Had this been an attempt to pump the young woman for information?

The meditation was held in a basement room of the home of ‘Three House Hostess’. It was a smallish room, jam-packed with chairs. There was a place for the teacher to sit on one side of the room. Then there were three rows of chairs facing the teacher’s seat, and other chairs all around.

The teacher came down the stairs from the ground floor. It looked like he was somehow blinded, and feeling his way along the wall, till he got to his chair. Then he looked (although it seemed sightlessly … maybe with his astral vision) around the room. He said to one person or the other: Please move and sit over here or there. He told me to sit over toward a side wall, nearer to “Alluring Calm,” as I recall, and farther from him. That was par for the course, as I intuitively knew he did not like me; maybe that he was a little afraid of me; that he did not want me to be too close to him. He would nearly never call on me in class if I raised my hand. Nor would he approve the songs I composed, in most cases. Nor would he respond to an email, though once I got him on the phone for a moment.

That, I recall very vividly, was a time when I was about to board an airplane out of Los Angeles, heading for the Wild West, and about 20 howling demons seemed to be in hot pursuit of me. I called in the Los Angeles Airport to ask what to do about the demons. I was surprised to get him on the phone. I recall he was very relaxed about it; I forget what he replied.

I remember these pretty pesky demons followed me onto the plane. After the plane took off, there I was, trapped with them. They could get out of the plane, but seemed disinclined to do so. I had to say in my seat. I recall they diverted themselves by zooming through my torso and head. At length I devised my physical form was unharmed, and determined to ignore those antics. That proved quite the right strategy.

As I recall, that had been the only time I got that teacher on the phone. Then from what transpired in October 2013, I gathered that phone call had been misguided … the result of my misconception of who and what ‘Heart Vampire’ really was about in this world. Or so it seemed to me.

To get back to the October 2013 meditation, I am going to telescope the events that occurred during three days of meditation into one telling. As you may have guessed, this is because I am at such a distance from the event now … in July 2021 … that I cannot tell the first day’s meditation from the others. What follows, then are highlights from the meditations that took place that weekend.

You may recall there was a pretty woman who brought her boyfriend, a stranger, to the meditation. She had on, as I recall, a short skirt, and she looked quite attractive that night. ‘Heart Vampire’ bade her sit on the floor in front of him. He was sitting on a chair facing her, so it must have seemed to her, as she sat on the floor, that he was looming or towering over her. He bade her spread her legs wide, and sing a love song to him. That she did, in a beautiful voice of longing for her beloved.

To be frank, I felt this to be out of place in a meditation room. I felt it was ill-mannered, and surely a slight to her boyfriend. I felt it might have been a display of one-upmanship, perhaps born of masculine insecurity or pique on the part of the teacher, and a strident display of the mind control ability he seemed to be exerting on everyone in the room, with the exception of ‘Alluring Calm’ and me.

What made us different, I wondered? Why were we able to resist his overwhelming psychic powers? Was it faith that made us different? Was faith in God such a powerful weapon against the Dark? As time wore on, I began to feel this must be so.

During the meditation that evening an extraordinary event occurred. The long-time meditators were in a deep meditative state. As usual, I had my telepathic ‘ears’ pricked, and listening for whatever astral intel might occur. I heard ‘Heart Vampire’, on the telepathic plane, summon a swarm of demons. I heard his psychic rebuke, sharply uttered and aimed my way: For your arrogance!

Then, with a flash and a flurry, ‘Heart Vampire’ thrust no less than thirteen demons into my energy field. What a shock! Why would he do such a thing? I was no less stunned to see him waft three demons into the aura of ‘Alluring Calm’, my Los Angeles meditation teacher. Then into the energy field of a pretty blonde woman sitting just in front of him he sent the one remaining demon. There we were, we three women, beset by demons; and I by far not the least of the three accursed by the man I had thought to be our national meditation teacher. Go figure!

Worse was yet to come. With a flurry of their black wings, the thirteen bad luck demons within my energy field rose fluttered upward towards the ceiling of the room. To my great consternation, I felt my body become lighter, and begin to rise from the seat of the chair. I was beginning to levitate!

This would never do. With all the strength of my will power I said: I will go back down to Earth and stay there! This levitation thing is not for me! Slowly but surely I became heavier and heavier, till I was my usual weight. And that weight settled with accustomed firmness back onto my chair. What a relief!

For those of you upon whom may be visited this concern not to levitate, I later wrote this chant to increase the power of gravity in our energy fields. It works much better than what I originally came up with, and gives me a light and happy feeling when I chant it. The chant is: Mother Earth loves me …

Link: “Mother Earth Loves Me: A Chant to Enhance the Force of Gravity,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 16 February 2019; published on 3 March 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bRh ..

After the meditation I returned to my motel room. When I got there, I noticed the doorknob alarm on my motel room door was broken, and got the feeling the room had been looked through. That set me on edge.

That night, I connected on the astral plane with a man who was a psychic working for the military, who was wearing an Army-Navy-issued headgear that piped in sounds of rape and murder at night; this induced a vision of six to eight military men in a clearing, wearing civilian clothes or maybe camouflage gear for hunting. They were sitting in a circle, taking turns torturing a young woman lying in the middle of the circle. In a further elaboration of this vision, they killed the woman. Then one of them went to a small outhouse nearby and shot her two young children huddled there.

As if that were not enough by way of nightmares, I then had another vision, of several people meeting … I could not tell who they were. These people were meeting to decide whether to assume a franchise on psilocybin, via a Mexican cartel. One man asked how risky it might be, and seemed reassured by the answer. Who were these people? Was not psilocybin a hallucinogenic drug? Could it be that I had been drugged during the day without my knowledge? Could that account for these awful nightmares?

That Saturday morning, I recall I woke up pretty rattled. I went over to the home of ‘Three House Hostess’, looking for ‘Heart Vampire’ … whom at that time I had inaccurately pegged to be a ‘good guy’. Little did I know.

‘Heart Vampire’ was not there, or was not available, but ‘Three House Hostess’ greeted me kindly. I explained I was feeling off balance. I recall she said: How can things have come to this? (or words to that effect). She gave me a picture of the Virgin Mary, and a rosary blessed by a saint, and a plastic statue of the Virgin Mary. These reassured me, and reminded me of my Christian faith, and helped me return to my normal state of mind.

Well to get on with it, the weekend meditation ended, and I made it safely out of there, and signed out of the motel, and drove back to the airport. And then on the return flight some more weird things happened … enough so to make me wonder why I even bother to travel by plane. I felt I must be getting jet lag, or altitude discombobulation … something like that. Why not take the train henceforth? I still feel this might be a nice way to travel.

I got on the plane, and was belted into my seat. As we became airborne, I began to have a conspiracy theory notion that the not-so-tall, redhaired man in the seat beside me and the taller man just across the aisle, and the perky stewardess walking down the aisle were hoping to mind control me and find out this or that. I had no idea what, as all this seemed pretty far-fetched. Well, I thought, a la Dale Carnegie …

Citation: “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living,” a book by Dale Carnegie, October 1998, Simon and Schuster.

What is the worst that can happen? Could be the stewardess’ drinking water might have a truth drug in it, but then I had brought along my own water to drink. So that was not a worry. Might be I would nap while in flight, and my brain might be picked by the redhaired man, but then, what secrets were in it, anyway, that were worth stealing? None that I could think of. Maybe the redhaired man could induce a psychic heart attack as I slept? That was a concern, but no prior such attempts undertaken on the astral plane had succeeded; likely they would not succeed that day as well. And with that, I settled in for a nap.

Why have I delayed so long in describing the events of that weekend? To be truthful, they just do not fit my world view. I guess when children are born to a Christian family, and raised up in a Christian faith, their outlook on life is basically optimistic. The emphasis of their lives is on God’s guidance of our lives, on Christ consciousness, on the loving heart of Mother Mary, and on the uplifting power of grace conveyed through the Holy Spirit, which is sometimes termed the Paraclete.

It seems to me that grief over a mother’s death can temporarily weaken our faith, leading to attempted inroads by those beings the Christian faith terms demons. When I saw the image of Kau’T (see above) yesterday, I all of a sudden realized that it represented very starkly the energy behind ‘Heart Vampire’, the man I had thought back then was a meditation teacher. I realized he must have been ‘overlit’ by a non-Christed star being, perhaps a Reptilian Star Being. Perhaps, I gleaned, ‘Heart Vampire’ was a ‘reptoid’, a reptilian-human hybrid. That might have accounted for his penchant for mind controlling his followers, for his gustatory leaning toward cannibalism, his daydreams of emasculating men, for the visions I had of demons during that time, and so on. In point of fact, I had been completely mistaken about him.

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

See also … Link: “Hobnobbing with Demons and Devils – Oh, My!” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 23 October 2013; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7ix ..

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Ingleside: My Grandmother Clagett’s Place . a story by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 7 December 2014; revised

Dear Ones,

My Grandmother Clagett’s home Ingleside burned down some years ago. The lilac bush that bloomed so sweetly beneath her bedroom window is gone, and she herself long ago went on to a new Soul mission.

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Image: “Incoming Light: The Pine Trees at Grandmother Clagett’s Home 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 7 December 2014 , CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Incoming Light: The Pine Trees at Grandmother Clagett’s Home 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 7 December 2014 , CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

But the trees that once bordered the house are still there. The quartz pebbles are still singing in the driveway, though they are hard to find now that the grass has grown over all ’round. And the sun is still as magical as it was on the day she taught me how to talk with angels.

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Image: “Incoming Light: The Pine Trees at Grandmother Clagett’s Home 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 7 December 2014 , CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … COMMENT: This beautiful light reminds me of my Grandmother Clagett’s spirit.

Image: “Incoming Light: The Pine Trees at Grandmother Clagett’s Home 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 7 December 2014 , CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … COMMENT: THis beautiful light reminds me of my Grandmother Clagett’s spirit.

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In love, light and joy,
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 ..

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Link: Roy D. Clagett and Alice Dolores Clagett, my grandparents … https://www.ourfamtree.org/browse.php/Alice-Dolores-Clagett/p303694 ..

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War Trauma – William Beanes – Star-Spangled Banner . a ghost story and 3 visions by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 3 December 2014; revised

  • THE FIRST STORY ABOUT WAR: DR. WILLIAM BEANES, FRANCIS SCOTT KEY, AND THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER
  • ASTRAL STORY ABOUT DOCTOR BEANES’ LIFE, AND ABOUT HIS GHOST BEING FREED FROM THE EARTH PLANE
    • On Helping a Ghost to Move On to the Light
  • THE SECOND STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE . ALICE’S VISION . THE CHRISTIAN AND THE SARACEN
  • THE THIRD STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES . ALICE’S VISION . KILLED BY A COMRADE IN ARMS OVER LOVE FOR A WOMAN
  • THE FOURTH STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE . ALICE’S VISION . THE DELIRIOUS, MORTALLY WOUNDED SOLDIER WHO KILLED HIS WIFE BY MISTAKE
  • MORE INFORMATION

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.

I have some stories about war trauma: Dr. William Beanes, Francis Scott Key, the Revolutionary War, the ‘Star-Spangled Banner’. A little about my grandmother. And how to help lingering Souls on to the Light. A few stories of war trauma in past incarnations.

THE FIRST STORY ABOUT WAR: DR. WILLIAM BEANES, FRANCIS SCOTT KEY, AND THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER

I found myself in Upper Marlboro, Maryland, the nearest town to the home I was raised in. I went to the Upper Marlboro Elementary School site, where I went to first grade. It’s a vacant building now; it’s used for some storage … or maybe for nothing. My uncle went here when it was the Upper Marlboro High School. And before that, it was the Marlboro Academy.

And when it was the Marlboro Academy, there was a gentleman working there, as a surgeon and teacher, called William Beanes. You may know him as the companion of Francis Scott Key … I think it was on board a ship that viewed a bombing of an American stronghold by the British. And during that time, Francis Scott Key wrote the Star Spangled Banner.

Music: United States National Anthem (Star Spangled Banner), by The United States Army Old Guard Fife and Drum Corps … public domain …

 

 

A war was on. And there had been British in Upper Marlboro. The British soldiers had left, but some of the British stayed behind to loot the homes there in Upper Marlboro.

William Beanes had slaves in his home, and he armed them with guns, and he himself was armed, and they went to stop the looters. And because of that, there was a British General who later arrested William Beanes.

It was Francis Scott Key, and a friend of his, who went to try and extricate William Beanes from imprisonment by the British. So at the time of the writing of the Star Spangled Banner, they were all on the boat because of that.

Image: “Francis Scott Key standing on boat, with right arm stretched out toward the United States flag flying over Fort McHenry, Baltimore, Maryland,” by Edward Percy Moran (1862–1935), 1912 … in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:By_Dawn%27s_Early_Light_1912.png … public domain

Image: “Francis Scott Key standing on boat, with right arm stretched out toward the United States flag flying over Fort McHenry, Baltimore, Maryland,” by Edward Percy Moran (1862–1935), 1912 … in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:By_Dawn%27s_Early_Light_1912.png … public domain

I remember my maternal grandmother, when I was young, used to explain that William Beanes was a distant relative of her family. And then after she explained it, she would play the Star Spangled Banner on the piano in her living room. It was kind of cool.

I have an astral story for you today, that happened just yesterday, regarding William Beanes …

ASTRAL STORY ABOUT DOCTOR BEANES’ LIFE, AND ABOUT HIS GHOST BEING FREED FROM THE EARTH PLANE

Doctor Beanes lived in a house just about where an older, one-story house is now located … a house which is all to wrack and ruin right now. It’s right next to what used to be the Marlboro Academy, which is also heading downhill.

That house that he lived in was burned down later. It’s located right next to the Schoolhouse Pond, which is kind of a cool place, with a walkway around it now. I am sure it looked really different in those days.

Dr. Beanes’ house had a pretty good view at that time, I think, of Schoolhouse Pond, with all of the waterfowl, and probably ice skating in the wintertime. On top of the little hill there, right next to all that, is the final resting place of William Beanes and his wife.

Yesterday, I had the intention to go for a walk around Schoolhouse Pond. And before that, I noticed this burial place, and I thought I would come up and take a look, since I remembered my grandmother’s story about Dr. Beanes. I found there, on the left, Dr. Beanes’ tomb, and next to it, on the right, his wife’s tomb.

Image: “William Beanes’ Grave, Upper Marlboro, Maryland,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 December 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “William Beanes’ Grave, Upper Marlboro, Maryland,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 December 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

The following ghost story is just an astral story, from the clair plane, and may, for all I know, represent pure fable, with no truth whatsoever to it. So, please take it with a grain of salt! …

I have a practice, when I come to old graveyards, of checking round to make sure there are no Spirits there that are still waiting to walk into the light and find their rest.

And so, I came up the path next to the Marlboro academy, and I stood there for a minute, saying a little prayer. And what I noticed at that point, over Dr. Beanes’ tomb, was a movement of energies.

He was there … resting there … There were some astral demons; I would term them like demons or devils that were lying on top of him and preventing him from arising.

And when I stopped by and said that prayer, they moved away from him and his Spirit rose up. And so I talked to him, as I always do when I run into this kind of delayed situation. His ghost sounded confused …

I should explain: When the War of 1812 was on, Dr. Beanes would go round, as a surgeon,  to the battlefield, trying to save the lives of the soldiers who had been wounded there. Apparently that battlefield experience left him with a terrible post-traumatic stress disorder. I can only imagine that a gentleperson, whose life was teaching and healing … who found himself in a situation of great destruction of life … would be injured, in his spirits, by such sights.

Image: William Beanes, in middle age …  http://freepages.rootsweb.com/~robert/genealogy/James_Madison_high_res.jpg ..

So that was my reconstruction of what happened; as, to my clair vision it seemed that the first thing his ghost said, when it woke up, was that he needed to stay in Upper Marlboro and make sure that everyone was safe there.

I realized, at that point, that there … were this vision to be true … there might have been an issue of war trauma, and that some kind of trauma is often what keeps folks from turning to the light, and turning to their spirit guides, after they pass on. It’s like they are mesmerized by a traumatic incident that makes it too hard for them to move on.

On Helping a Ghost to Move On to the Light

And so, it takes one of us, who is awake and aware, to help break that trance and allow them to move on. You know what I mean? All we have to do is just say:

Say, by the way, did you know you passed on a while back? And in fact, your wife passed on as well … If you want, you can turn round, and greet your spirit guides, and see what your options are right now …

So that’s what I tried. And yet, it seemed he might still be mulling over that terrible war trauma that he had had. And so, I referred him to the Spirit world … to his own spirit guides … like this:

I said: Spirit to Team … [that is, I imagined speaking through my own Spirit, or Soul, to my own Spirit team]

And then: Team to Team [that my own Spirit Team should speak to his Spirit Team, who were still waiting to help him at that time]

And then: Team to Spirit [his own Team to his own Spirit, his own Soul]

So it goes like this …

Spirit to Team!
Team to Team!
Team to Spirit!

And then it seemed that his own Spirit Team greeted his own Soul and helped him on.

Anyone can do this. Anyone can help those who are stuck on some kind of sad memory of the past.

Eventually, as I was walking round Schoolhouse Pond, it seemed that I felt his Spirit rising and leaving … turning to the Light … It was very nice.

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THE SECOND STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE . ALICE’S VISION . THE CHRISTIAN AND THE SARACEN

I have three more stories to tell you about war, and they have to do with putative past incarnations of my own. I have more war stories, but I will only tell three more today.

The first story was explained to me by a spiritual counselor. It had to do with the time during the Christian crusades, when the Christians were seeking the Holy Grail and warring against the Saracen. My counselor described that I was a crusader at that time; a guy.

I went off to war, and there was just a moment, that I seemed to remember from that war, when I faced a Saracen person of about the same stature as myself, in mortal combat. And he and I killed each other during that war.

Image: “Illustration from the 1922 book “The Boy’s Book of King Arthur”, p 306, depicting the final duel between King Arthur and Sir Mordred in the Battle of Camlan,” by N.C. Wyeth, 1922, in English Wikipiedia … https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Boys_King_Arthur_-_N._C._Wyeth_-_p306.jpg … in CC BY-SA 3.0 … DESCRIPTION: “Illustration from page 306 of ‘The Boy’s King Arthur’: the death of Arthur and Mordred – ‘Then the king … ran towards Sir Mordred, crying, ‘Traitor, now is thy death day come.'” … COMMENT: Although this is a drawing of a battle between King Arthur and Mordred, it reminds me, by its deadly intent, of the battle between the Saracen and the Christian that was an example for me, in a past incarnation, of my own self embodied in ‘another’, whom I sought to kill, only to find myself mortally wounded through my own murderous intent.

Image: “Illustration from the 1922 book “The Boy’s Book of King Arthur”, p 306, depicting the final duel between King Arthur and Sir Mordred in the Battle of Camlan,” by N.C. Wyeth, 1922, in English Wikipiedia … https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Boys_King_Arthur_-_N._C._Wyeth_-_p306.jpg … in CC BY-SA 3.0 …

DESCRIPTION: “Illustration from page 306 of ‘The Boy’s King Arthur’: the death of Arthur and Mordred – ‘Then the king … ran towards Sir Mordred, crying, ‘Traitor, now is thy death day come.'” …

COMMENT: Although this is a drawing of a battle between King Arthur and Mordred, it reminds me, by its deadly intent, of the battle between the Saracen and the Christian that was an example for me, in a past incarnation, of my own self embodied in ‘another’, whom I sought to kill, only to find myself mortally wounded through my own murderous intent.

I remember a recent insight I had about that: I asked: Which was me?

I remembered that holographic audiovidual clip. I remembered the moment we had killed each other, but I couldn’t tell which was which … which was I. And my spirit guides (through the spiritual counselor I was learning from) said that I was both of them.

This is an interesting fact; That when we war, we think that we’re warring against someone else, but in fact, we’re warring against ourselves, and injuring or killing our own Spirit through war.  And I had never thought of it, until Spirit advised me of this.

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THE THIRD STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES . ALICE’S VISION . KILLED BY A COMRADE IN ARMS OVER LOVE FOR A WOMAN

Long, long ago, in the times which we would term barbaric, I seem to remember having been a warrior by trade. I had a comrade in arms; we would go to war together, and fight battles. And up until the time I, as in a mist, seemed to remember, we had survived together.

My friend had a wife. And for reasons I no longer remember, it seems he found me one day in flagrante delicto with his wife. Naturally, I begged his forgiveness. He was my only, best friend.

He was so upset … he was so caught up in the passion of the moment … that he killed me. He killed me with a short knife.

From my point of view, in that story there was a tremendous sense of incompletion, which I might have carried down to other contexts, along those lines, through other incarnations, if such reincarnational stories be true.

I think it’s the warrior spirit. It’s the feeling of killing our fellow man, that causes us to act so quickly, and so in error, with regard to our own brotherhood with all humanity. You know? So that’s the second story.

You know, it may be that I have had many great incarnations, but the only ones that come to me, in this lifetime, as possible memories, are the ones that need completing because there was so much suffering involved, from that perspective.

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THE FOURTH STORY ABOUT WAR: INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE . ALICE’S VISION . THE DELIRIOUS, MORTALLY WOUNDED SOLDIER WHO KILLED HIS WIFE BY MISTAKE

I would like to tell the last story about war. I saw kind of a mental movie. I remembered something from the distant past, during the Revolutionary War, about a man who had a family and went to war.

There was a big battle, and his wife sent her children to a female friend to take care of, and went to the battlefield to search, among the dead and dying, for her husband, to see if she could save him.

She found him there, walking on the field of battle. She didn’t know he had a head wound, and that he was delirious because of it. The doctors on the field of battle had tried to help him, but they had been unable to, and he had broken free, and he was roaming about, delirious.

He saw his wife, and didn’t know; didn’t recognize her. And he killed her with that little gun they had. He killed her. Then as he lay dying, he shot himself.

And the last thought that he had, as he passed on, in that battlefield, was of how much he loved his wife, and how much he wanted to be with her, and make love to her one more time. In that final scene of that incarnation, he saw his penis like a sword; like an implement of war, and like a sign of the courage that one must have in facing battle.

And his wife’s last thought, as she lay dying, was: What would become of her children?

Terrible story! After seeing this audiovisual clip or vision, enacted in vivid detail … including what the people looked like, and what the battlefield was, and the concern about the children …

I said to Spirit: Which person was I, in that situation? 

And Spirit said: You were both. 

So there you have two stories that corroborate the notion that, when we war, we war only against ourselves. And the trauma that we feel, when we war … the terrible trauma of seeing ourselves injure fellow eternal Souls, in physical form … goes with us to the grave, and must be cleared, even if we reach a new incarnation.

All that must be cleared from our beautiful being of light, for us to remember, once more, the glorious, loving beings that we are.

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Well on that somber note, I will say so long from Upper Marlboro, Maryland. See you all later.

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

Spirit to Team!
Team to Team!
Team to Spirit!

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Graves of My Mom and My Sister . a story by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 30 November 2014; published on 3 December 2014; republished on 12 October 2017

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  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

Pensive moments at the graves of my mom and my sister. Geese flying in a V formation. Photo of the tombstone my mom and my sister share.

As there are no words, the Summary after the video has only photos in it …

VIDEO BY ALICE

In love, light and joy,
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 ..

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Image: Tombstone for Margaret Bowie Clagett, 14 October 1948 – 22 August 2006, and Katherine Berry Clagett, 7 July 1919 – 25 May 2009, photo by Alice B. Clagett, 30 November 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: Tombstone for Margaret Bowie Clagett, 14 October 1948 – 22 August 2006, and Katherine Berry Clagett, 7 July 1919 – 25 May 2009, photo by Alice B. Clagett, 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0 … 

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Image: Daughters of the American Revolution insignia on tombstone for Margaret Bowie Clagett, 14 October 1948 – 22 August 2006, and Katherine Berry Clagett, 7 July 1919 – 25 May 2009, photo by Alice B. Clagett, 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: Daughters of the American Revolution insignia on tombstone for Margaret Bowie Clagett, 14 October 1948 – 22 August 2006, and Katherine Berry Clagett, 7 July 1919 – 25 May 2009, photo by Alice B. Clagett, 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0 … 

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