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Gad the Mormon Boy: An Apocryphal Ghost Story . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 7 November 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Gad the Mormon Boy: An Apocryphal Ghost Story, by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a ghost story for you. I heard the story on the astral plane while walking in Serrano Valley, California. The boy was buried in a Mormon Cemetery at Homol’ovi State Park in Arizona, in an area of Native American hunting grounds.

There is an edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Gad the Mormon Boy: An Apocryphal Ghost Story
by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words

 

I feel there is not one word of truth in this. But I have to admit, it is a pretty good ghost story.

I was resting a minute ago under those trees over there … [shows a stand of oak trees] … and when I got up, I thought about the Mormon boy named Gad who died at a very young age out in … was it Utah, I think? … and how I had spoken to his spirit some years ago, and how he was waiting for his father and looking for his father. And he said his mom had gone off to the town because there was not enough water and she needed to go to the town. And then he passed on while his mom was looking for his mother, I guess … But I did not know that part; all I knew was that he was waiting for his dad, whom he really admired very much. And he was hoping to one day have a wife of his own; he was waiting for that day. [smiles]

Since I was speaking with spirits today, I thought maybe I could get in touch with Gad … even though, here I am in California, near the beach … in Serrano Valley … and there is Gad there at the graveyard, out on the Native American reservation … in Utah, I think it was.

So I called for Gad. What do you know, he answered! His accent is just very, very different from that of the people in this pioneer area here. And I asked him if he was still looking for his dad. He said, Yup! He was still waiting for him.

So I asked around, on the astral airs, whether there was anyone there that was the father of a boy named Gad. And a man answered. He said: Yes, yes I know Gad.

I said: Is that your son then?

And he said: Yes.

I said: Could you find him?

And within a minute or two they met up on the astral plane. They were so happy to see each other! It was incredible. And Gad’s father told him: I went to find your mother, but I could not find her.

Gad and his father were very happy to find each other again. And the boy said that he had died at the place where they had settled, but that the Indian braves … that is what he called them … had made a safe place for him there. I am glad they agreed to do that …

I heard the father and son off talking again just now. The young boy said: I said, ‘I think I need a drink of water’ … And then he said: That’s the last thing I said before I died. 

And then the father said: Here, son, let’s sit here and sing ‘Rock of Ages’ song. So I guess that is what they are doing now …

Well this is quite something; the father just said: Well there’s your mother! 

And I heard the mother say something like: Well, don’t you just know I’m your Rock of Ages woman? And then she said: Why didn’t you find me? I passed on of something that did not have birthday ingredients in it.

So I guess they are all three together now … the father, the mother, and the son named Gad (for a gadfly!) ..,

Now the story keeps on … The man said: What are your name? And he waited …

And I said: Alice Clagett.

And he said: This here are Clementine … meaning his wife.

And I said: And your name is …?

And he said: Jason. And this are Gad, the gadfly … [chuckles]

That is all for today, as far as pioneer stories are concerned …

This cloud reminds me just a little bit of Gad, and how happy he was to see his father, and then his mother …

Image Markup: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Father and Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image Markup: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Father and Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

You know this cloud now looks a little like the child on the right, crying out when it sees its mom … and on the left, the mom turning around, as if she is searching around and about to see her son there … on the left at the top, see, with flowing hair, and her arms out? …

Image Markup: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image Markup: “Cloud Drawing: “Ghosts: Gad and His Mother,” by Alice B. Clagett, 24 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

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Here is another ghost story I heard while on the Serrano Valley walk … Link: “Serrano Homestead: An Apocryphal Ghost Story,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 3 November 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ePM ..

These photos were taken the same day … Link: “Serrano Canyon,” photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 23 December 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-fH9 ..

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

See also … Link: “Mosteenya – ‘Greensleeves’ – A Sprite Named ‘Gad’ – and Hopi Ancestral Spirits,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 7 September 2014; revised on 19 August 2018  … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7lX ..

See also … Link: “Ghostly Reminiscences at the Navajo River, Colorado,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 1 September 2018; published on 6 September 2015; transcribed on 22 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-536 ..

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Ghostly Reminiscences at the Navajo River, Colorado . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 1 September 2018; published on 6 September 2015; transcribed on 22 December 2018

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • On Speaking with Ghosts
    • On the Ghost of a Mormon Child Named Gad
    • The Story of the Ghostly Pioneer Couple Jasper Dunkins and Irene (‘Iris’) Kirkwell (Kirkwood) Dunkins, by Alice B. Clagett
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Dear Ones,

Here is a story about two ghostly folks I encountered at a fallen down cabin on the Navajo River. The first video is of the San Juan River, of which the Navajo River is a tributary. Juanita Cemetery is at Pagosa Springs, CO. This junction of County Rd 500 and Juanita Rd is otherwise only marked by the presence of the Navajo River Ranch …

There is a lightly edited Summary after the video.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

[short videoclip of a bend in the San Juan River, east of Arboles, in Southern Colorado]

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

I am out here at the junction of a dirt road, Route 500, which goes from the north edge of Navajo Lake, up the way, down this way to Pagosa Hot Springs. And then there is another road here, Route 551 [pans to intersecting, dirt road] that goes off, down this way … all the way to Dulce, New Mexico.

However, I started down that road, and then it went into Native American lands, and then it went down low, by the river, and my little car would not make it down that way. While I was down that way, I came across some early settlements that are now ghost towns.

Right now I am over here at the Juanita Cemetery. I stopped by here, and checked out all the names on the crosses, and like that, because of something that happened on the way down towards Dulce, which I will tell you about right now.

Image: “Trujillo Rd 4 – Flowers,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Trujillo Rd 4 – Flowers,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

I was going down along the river [looks left, while standing in front of the cemetery] … that side of the river, because the rivers come together at the junction. And I came across a couple of houses … I have pictures of them …

Image: “Trujillo Rd 14 – Ghost Town,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Trujillo Rd 14 – Ghost Town,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Trujillo Rd 15 – Ghost Town,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Trujillo Rd 15 – Ghost Town,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

… and I was just wondering about the history of the houses as I left. and I started to hear the voices of two people talking …

On Speaking with Ghosts. I will say that this does happen to me once in a while, but not very frequently, that I hear what you all call ‘ghosts’ … Some people call them ‘Earth-bound spirits’ … They might be very attached to being where they are. They are not quite ready to pass, when they pass on. Or in this case, they were taken by surprise. And so they just were not quite prepared for leaving.

And so people call them ‘Earth-bound’, but really, they are just hanging around their favorite places, trying to come to some conclusions before they move on, on the astral plane, to all the Soul learning that is available to them there, and also on the mental plane.

Sometimes I think that, if there is a sudden incident or upset on passing, there is an upset body elemental memory that stays, and can talk, and all that, but does not really know that it has passed on, and is waiting to resolve some Soul upset. You know?

That is what I call a ‘fractal’ … It is a memory; it is a kind of a part or energy of the great Soul that went on, but it is not really the Soul. It is a trauma energy, an audiovisual clip that remains, and continues to replay an upset scene …

Image: “Family Ties,” art by Tim Bruce, https://www.timbruce.com/uploads/1/4/5/1/14514964/7107016.jpg … Semitransparent images of family members around an old log cabin

On the Ghost of a Mormon Child Named Gad. You will recall, a year or so ago I went to a Mormon cemetery that is now on Native American lands. [Homol’ovi State Park in Arizona]

First, while I was walking, I ran into … I am not sure of the right name of it … It was like a Happy Hunting Ground, an afterworld …

A group of Native Americans who had passed on, passed by overhead, and were talking to me about the situation. There was among them someone pretty wise.

And so after that I went to the Mormon cemetery there. There had been a catastrophe at that settlement … a flood and famine. A lot of little children had died. Then there was a young child … about 8 years old, I think? … who passed on too.

His ghost, which still lingered, was upset about a number of things. His name was Gad. I asked him about it. He said his parents called him Gad because he asked so many questions, he reminded them of a gadfly. [laughs]

We chatted for a while. He was not really ready to leave yet, you know? Sometimes fractals, or ghosts, are ready to see the guardian angels and go to the Light, and sometimes they are not.

I figure, we just have to leave it in God’s hands. If we do our best to help them, and they are not ready yet, then we leave God in charge of that situation.

See also … Link: “Mosteenya – ‘Greensleeves’ – A Sprite Named ‘Gad’ – and Hopi Ancestral Spirits,” by Alice B. Clagett, 7 September 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7lX ..

See also … Link: “Gad the Mormon Boy: An Apocryphal Ghost Story,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 July 2019; published on 7 November 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eTu ..

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The Story of the Ghostly Pioneer Couple Jasper Dunkins and Irene (‘Iris’) Kirkwell (Kirkwood) Dunkins
by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2018

And that is what happened to me again today. So, I will tell you the story that happened … I was leaving from this log cabin that was starting to fall down. At first I heard the voice of a country man. He called himself ‘Jasper’ … ‘Jasper Dunkins’.

And pretty soon his wife chimed in. He was not real clear about her name … I think her name was ‘Irene’, and he liked to call her ‘Iris’. She said that her last name was ‘Kirkwell’ before she was married, and that the family changed it from ‘Kirkwood’ to ‘Kirkwell’.

So I asked them what the story was: I asked them if they knew that they had passed on. And the gentleman, Jasper, said: Well, no. 

And I said: Well, when was the last time you had anything to eat?  …  because that is usually the next question.

And Irene said: I remember having some tea. 

And so I said: Oh? What happened with that?

And she said: Oh, well …

I said: What kind of tea was that?

And she said: Sagebrush tea.

And then Jasper chimed in. He said: There must have been something in that tea!

And then I got that they both passed on right around the time they drank that sagebrush tea. 

So I did try to help them turn to the Light … and turn to their guardian angels … for which you have to turn away from the scene of the log cabin that you so much love … and the river that they really loved … You have to turn away from that, and turn to the other plane, where the new Soul learning awaits you; where the bright Light shines, you know?

Irene seemed to take very much to the Angel Realm, but Jasper was not ready to leave. So she came back, to be with him. 

And so I had some chatting with them. I heard from her that they were actually heading to California, but they stopped where they were. And I asked them whether they had any children.

And Jasper answered; he was pretty upset. Well, he said, Four passed on, but four made it.

And Irene said: That is because we couldn’t take them to the doctor … and something about whooping cough. [sighs]

It kept coming up, a couple of times, that their bodies were never found. And so I think this is the problem here: That they didn’t maybe get a decent burial. 

That is why I stopped by this graveyard: To see if, maybe, there was a monument or stone or marker for them. And I didn’t see anything. [sighs]

So what I would ask is for those of you that are willing, just say a little prayer for all the Souls who are deceased, who have left their bodies … all our family and friends and all the people that went before us, in places that may not be marked by tombstones. 

Maybe nobody ever found their body, and they did not get the kind of burial that we would hope that they would get, to help them release their own sadness and go on. 

Let’s just say a little prayer once a day … once a week … or even once a month … for the dear, departed Souls, that they should find rest, and that they should find peace, and that they should find God.

We can pray, especially right now, for Jasper and Irene’s Souls, that they may find peace, and maybe a monument for them might be placed. Maybe I could come up with some marker …

And for their four children that passed on, that they should find peace too. And that those children who may still be alive, should hear this, and know this: That those two whose bodies were never found, passed on at the time that they had some sagebrush tea that had leaves all balled up, and apparently something a little wrong with it.

God bless them. God bless all that ever knew them. 

And God bless you too, for your prayers and for your good intentions. 

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Take care. Love you all. Bye bye. [short videoclip of the graveyard]

Image: “Trujillo Rd 16 – Graveyard,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Trujillo Rd 16 – Graveyard,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Trujillo Rd 18 – Graveyard,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Trujillo Rd 18 – Graveyard,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Trujillo Rd 13 – Church,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Trujillo Rd 13 – Church,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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FOR MORE INFORMATION

Link: “Blessing Our Ancestors and Helping Ghosts Move On,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 March 2014, https://wp.me/p2Rkym-1wP ..

Link: “Halloween Special: Ghostly Hauntings, as Seen by the Intuitive,” by Alice B. Clagett,  26 October 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-aCt ..

Link: “Are Ghosts Wounded Body Elementals?” by Alice B. Clagett, 11 August, 2015 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5au ..

Link: “Memory of the Moment of Passing of My Father’s Father,” a vision by Alice B. Clagett, 18 January 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8ga ..

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Mosteenya – ‘Greensleeves’ – A Sprite Named ‘Gad’ – and Hopi Ancestral Spirits . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 7 September 2014; revised on 19 August 2018 

  • OVERVIEW OF THE VIDEO
  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Greensleeves, through Mosteenya
    • Gad, The Mormon Child, a Ghost Story by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

OVERVIEW OF THE VIDEO

In this video I am channeling my Star Nations friend Mosteenya and doing my best with the old English ballad “Greensleeves.” There is a wayside marker about the Dominguez Escalante Expedition, and photos from the San Juan National Forest in Colorado and Homol’ovi State Park in Arizona.

There is a little about a conversation with a young sprite named Gad, who in the 19th century lived with his parents at Sunset, the Mormon settlement on the Little Colorado River (now within Homol’ovi State Park). Gad was only 9 years old when he passed on. On the astral plane, his sprite said his folks called him Gad because he was like a gadfly, but I think they might have had another reason as well, as he seemed such a gentle, good young man.

I could tell he loved his father very much, and could not understand why he had left him there. He did not know that the settlement was abandoned because of droughts and floods. He said he had had never seen so many babies die … I guess he was talking about the infants buried in the cemetery. I tried to help Gad on toward the Light, but I guess it was just not yet his time to turn to the Light.

I also spoke with the Hisat’sinom (the ‘long-ago people’) … the spirits of the Hopi ancestors … who guard that land. They were many. They could not understand why the Mormon settlement would move away and leave the remains of their own who had passed behind. I explained that Gad was just a child, and asked that they help his Spirit find rest, and they agreed. They are puzzled by our lack of understanding of these very basic things.

Let’s all say a little prayer for the sprites that have yet to turn to their Spirit guides and to the beautiful astral light. May that moment of joy come soon for each of them!

There is a lightly edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.

I am in a national forest, and I think there are wild cattle around here. So I am not sure how long I am going to be able to continue like this …

I thought I would try channeling Mosteenya (from Lyra, once leader of the Galactic Council), who is a Star Elder and a friend of mine. But I am not so sure how well this is going to turn out. We will see …

Greensleeves, through Mosteenya

Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously,
When I have loved thee so long,
Delighting in thy company.

Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.

Alas, my love, you do me wrong
To cast me off discourteously,
When I have loved thee so long,
Delighting in thy company.

Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my only love,
And who but my Lady Greensleeves.

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Gad, The Mormon Child
A Ghost Story by Alice B. Clagett, 7 September 2014

A few days ago I had a talk with a sprite named Gad at the Mormon Cemetery at Homol’ovi State Park in Arizona. He was confused and a little lost. He said he was 9 years old, and so many babies had died at the Mormon settlement there. He had never seen so many.

I explained he had also passed on. He was upset his father had left him there, and was not sure where he wanted to be. Maybe with Saint Joseph, he thought.

I gathered it is not his time to turn to the Light quite yet. My heart went out to him. What can I say? It is a time of some confusion in the fourth dimension right now. Let’s say a prayer of blessing for him and his family.

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

See also … Link: “Ghostly Reminiscences at the Navajo River, Colorado,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 1 September 2018; published on 6 September 2015; transcribed on 22 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-536 ..

Video: flute music “Raven Medicine” by Byron Metcalf. 35k0, 19 June 2011 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXaCr-DmJLA  ..

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FOR MORE INFORMATION

Link: Dominguez Escalante Expedition, in Wikipedia … http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dominguez-Escalante_Expedition ..

Link: Homol’ovi State Park, in Wikipedia … http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homolovi_State_Park ..

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