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Pioneer Ranch Ghost Stories: A Series . channeled by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 7 August 2019; published on 11 September 2019

  • PIONEER GHOST STORY 1, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett, with the Music of Chris Zabriskie
  • PIONEER GHOST STORY 2, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
  • PIONEER GHOST STORY 3, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
  • PIONEER GHOST STORY 4, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
  • PIONEER GHOST STORY 5 – A BLESSING, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett, with the Music of Chris Zabriskie

Dear Ones,

Here are pioneer ghost stories I channeled on 7 August 2019. I think they are mainly imaginary; however, they do go to show that ghosts may ‘haunt’ a place because of some awful experience they may have had while living.

It is almost as if the ghosts are hoping for forgiveness, or maybe hoping for the grace to find peaceful rest in the afterlife, even though things might have gone terribly wrong in their earthly life (as seems to have been the case in these stories).

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PIONEER GHOST STORY 1
Channeled, imaged, and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC  BY-SA 4.0
Music: “Prelude No. 21,” from the album “Preludes” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0

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PIONEER GHOST STORY 2
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett

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PIONEER GHOST STORY 3
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett

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PIONEER GHOST STORY 4
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett

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PIONEER GHOST STORY 5 – A BLESSING
Channeled, imaged and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0
Music: “Prelude No. 2” from the album “Preludes” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0

The photos from this last video are here … Link: “Santa Monica Mountains,” photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 7 August 2019; published on 11 September 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eaY ..

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

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A Ghost Story: Rose of Rose Valley . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 28 August 2019; published on 29 August 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

Here is a sad ghost story for you …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

Here I am in Rose Valley. And I was listening to another ghost story while I was walking … a sad ghost story. And it goes like this …

There was a lady named Rose. Her mother was pretty ill, and she was helping take care of her mother during her final illness. She found out one Christmas that her sisters and her uncle had removed a seventh of the money from her father’s trust fund that was destined to go to her and to her sisters and brother. They removed it that December, and she wondered what to do.

So she talked to the lawyers, and the lawyers said: Just ask them to give the money back. About that time was time for her to return to her own home, out here in Rose Valley, and do the work she had to do at home. And while she was there, her mother became very ill. And so she sent back, as soon as she could, to her mother’s house, and arrived just in time, because her mother passed on that very day. That was the lucky thing. She loved her mother so much!

Then after the funeral, she brought up the issue of the missing money to her sisters. She said it would be best to put it back, before an accounting was made, so that everything could be legal. And her sisters became very angry.

But when the accounting was made, and the family got together, they handed the money back to the father’s trust account. And then came the time when a voting had to occur on the family business. But because of the removal of the money, Rose felt she could not support the family business; and by her veto, the family business was disbanded. And that made her sisters and their spouses very, very angry.

Still, over the years, she thought there might come a time when they would be a family again.

One time at Thanksgiving, one of her sisters invited her to join the family for Thanksgiving dinner, which involved going quite some way from Rose Valley, I understand, and going to that sister’s area. And there she stayed with her uncle, because her sisters had not agreed to let her stay with them.

Her uncle had a little money, and he was an unmarried man. While she was there, he mentioned that he had disinherited her. He didn’t give a reason; he just said that.

The next day was Thanksgiving, so she went over to her sister’s place, with her uncle. And all of the sisters and brothers and husbands and wives and children were there. There was a lively conversation at the table, but she was not included in it.

The food was very good, very good indeed. And everyone had their own goblet of water, too, beside their plate. At the end of the dinner, people were talking and laughing and having a good time together, and ignoring her … I think ‘social snub’ they call it.

She lifted up the glass of water by her plate, getting ready to drink some. And suddenly, all the conversation at the table stopped. Everyone took a deep breath in … and held their breath! So she looked at the water in her hand, and she waited a minute. No one breathed. No one started talking.

So she took the water out to the kitchen and poured it out.

A day or so later the family was to meet at her uncle’s place, and she was going to have dinner for them. It was snowing. She got the dinner ready. And an hour before the dinner, her sister called and said that they decided not to come after all.

The next day she needed to go back home. So she left for home again, which was quite at some distance. And she called her uncle up, on the way, and asked him how he liked the dinner she had prepared. And he said: To tell the truth, he had thrown it out.

Some years went by. Rose wondered if … if there might have been poison in that glass of water … and if there might, why might it have been there? What might have been the cause for that? And she thought: People who would poison … poison a sister … must be used to killing. They must have done it before.

And the horrible thought came to her, that her mother, that she loved so much, might have been killed by her sisters and her uncle so that they could get her money. Worse yet, she wondered: Would that same fate befall her, one day?

And so she lived her life here in this beautiful valley … pretty much a loner … happy with the birds and the flowers and the wild animals … glad that the Sun rejoiced in her presence, as she rejoiced in its.

And that is the story of Rose and Rose Valley, to the end of her days on Earth.

Photos by Alice

Image: “On the Way to Rose Valley, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “On the Way to Rose Valley, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 2: Blue Damselfly,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 2: Blue Damselfly,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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For Children: Parking Lot Ghost . a photo by Alice B. Clagett

Imaged on 23 July 2019; published on 11 August 2019

Dear Ones,

A parking lot ghost left its portrait on the pavement of the shopping center at the southwest corner of Roscoe Blvd. and Topanga Canyon Blvd. in the San Fernando Valley! …

Image: “Parking Lot Ghost,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Parking Lot Ghost,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 July 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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Ghosts . a drawing by Alice B. Clagett

Drawn on 25 June 2019; published on 6 August 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is a drawing I did in June of 2019 …

Image: “Ghosts,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 June 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Ghosts,” by Alice B. Clagett, 25 June 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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The Voices the Land Remembers . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 17 February 2019; published on 22 February 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is a video about the voices the land remembers. There is a lightly edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I am out here in the country again, near Ojai … actually, Santa Paula right now. And I had a story to tell about the voices that the land remembers.

Here in Southern California there are still tracts of land that are farm land. So I go and visit those, if they are open to the public; or if they are near a public road, and I can stop by. Now and again I find, that if the land is still enough … if there are no cars going by, and like that … and if I ask questions of the land … the owners of the land, who have tended it carefully and cared for it for their lifetime … like farmers, sometimes, who either are living or have already passed on … I will hear their voices.

It is as if the land itself remembers their voices, and the love they have for the land and the trees and the sky. And I can hear their stories, if I ask.

Just now I was asking the person that owned this land, whose crops I often come and bless … I was asking whether he owned the far mountain over there … because, he had said priorly, he owned the mountains on the other side.

I could hear the voice so gentle and deep and well grounded … a very slow, quiet voice, but very masculine, you know … as if he took the land on as a great responsibility, and was proud to have it, and was proud to care for it … that kind of a feeling.

And he said: Oh, that mountain there was owned by the other farm … and he named the name of the people that used to own it. But, he said, the people that own it now, they go by a different name.

Just, I think, for those of us that find ourselves able to care of the land, as farmers or ranchers or like that, it is good to know that our noble thoughts regarding caring for the Earth are remembered by her for ages to come … and that any can hear, that wish to hear, of the duty that we felt towards Earth’s nurturing.

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

Link: “Prime Time Print,” a glicee by Tim Bruce … https://www.timbruce.com/uploads/1/4/5/1/14514964/s229060296872930511_p51_i1_w320.jpeg ..

Link: “Going, Going, Gone,” a glicee print by Tim Bruce … https://www.timbruce.com/uploads/1/4/5/1/14514964/s229060296872930511_p40_i1_w320.jpeg ..

Here is Tim Bruce’s ghost series of glicees …

Link: “Ghost Series: Lighthouse Collectors Series: Tim’s Critters,” by Tim Bruce … https://www.timbruce.com/ghost-series.html ..

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Halloween Special: Ghostly Hauntings, as Seen by the Intuitive . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 26 October 2018

Dear Ones,

These paintings offers a good representation of the way that AV chips of ghostly memories present themselves to me at scenes where people who have passed on with unresolved Soul wounding may leave ghostly imprints in a geographic location … often a family home or a representation of workaday life, as in these paintings by Tim Bruce (1) …

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

Image: “Remember When,” art by Tim Bruce, https://www.timbruce.com/uploads/1/4/5/1/14514964/8276117.jpgSemitransparent image of a man plowing in a cornfield, superimposed on a grassy meadow

The AV chips are like short, semitransparent or transparent videoclips of actions taking place while the people were alive. So far, in my ghost-sighting experience, the scenes are stored for viewing at the location. When I first happen on them, they play.

So far, for me, they only play one time. But maybe (and, I feel, most likely) they may play again for the next intuitive passerby, until the ghostly image is ‘laid’.

Keeping in mind that … according to my feeling about it …  a ghost is not a person … it is only a fractal representing the Soul wounding of a person who has passed on. The person himself or herself … the Soul and the subtle forms … may be experiencing a Hellworld, a Purgatory world, or a Heavenworld at the same time as I am viewing the ‘ghost’.

Or they may already have reincarnated, leaving the ghostly image to slowly decay and transform to the underlying Light. Or they may, through their new incarnation, resolve the prior incarnational Soul wounding, so that the energy of the ghostly apparition … and the underlying deeply negative emotion of the scene it portrays … suddenly exhaust themselves.

Or a living person, out of the kindness of their heart, may offer prayers asking God to have mercy on this Soul, and the apparition may be ‘laid’ in that way, and the Soul of the person freed of the anguish borne by the ghost.

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

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FOOTNOTE

(1) For more of Tim Bruce’s Ghost Series artwork, see …

Link: “Ghost Series: Lighthouse Collectors Series: Tim’s Critters,” by Tim Bruce, https://www.timbruce.com/ghost-series.html ..

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Astral Case Studies: Boy with the Rock, and Child Lilith . by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 26 August 2018

Dear Ones,

I just woke up from a nap right now. This was one of any number of instances when I heard a curse coming down from the top of my head, and percolating down into my body. And this is the first time that I figured out what the curse said, because I rolled it back (as is done with the timelines), and the wording of the curse came up. And so I finally got the words of the curse …

It was a man’s name, the one that I call MD, and it spoke the man’s name in a tiny, tinny, little girl’s voice; it said: MD will poop on you.

I was sitting, thinking about it, for quite some time. Who would do this, I wondered? Various potential solutions were suggested to me on the astral plane, but finally I figured it out: It was not a curse, although it felt like a curse, and it kept on happening for a long time. As well, it had felt like there was a presence above my head.

What it was, though, was that there was somebody that wanted to wake me up. And they were afraid that I might be dead. So then they said that thing, which was like a rehashing of Soul wounding. What it was, was the story of The Boy with the Rock …

Link: “The Child with the Rock,” by Alice B. Clagett, Filmed on 24 March 2017, https://wp.me/p2Rkym-76h ..

That sound got stored above his head, above his crown chakra.

I found out some more details about it today: He had a little sister, whom his father used to call Lilith. She was a tiny little child, about four years old. He must have been very young too.

When she accidentally passed on, he thought to himself … or else his father thought (I am not sure which it was) … ‘MD will poop on you’. That was the essence of the event that was stored in his energy field.

And I found out a few more things about it: The ghostly presence there said that his father used to call her Lilith because he loved her best of all. So there was an issue of sibling rivalry there, I suspect. And also an issue of incest, because ‘Lilith’ is the other woman, according to myth. And so the father was saying that this little four-year-old girl was a rival, in sexual attraction, to the mother.

That is what that word ‘Lilith’ means; you can look up that word ‘Lilith’ on one of my prior blogs.

I have been talking to the child today … the child that wakes me that way … the child that is so fearful that he has killed again … who must have been very, very young when that happened to him, that his father’s favorite, his sister, passed on when he threw a rock at her. Maybe he did; maybe he did not … He thought he did. He thought he was responsible, just like the ghostly presence always thinks it is responsible for my not waking up, when I take a nap in the middle of the day.

So I have been speaking to this childish presence … this beautiful, innocent, child that was so deeply wounded … and telling it that it had done nothing wrong; that everything was all right; that its father and its mother loved it very much, and that God would bless it for sure.

And that seems to be working. I will try it a little bit more in future naps, and see what happens.

God bless you all. Take care.

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