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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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¡Ay, caramba! Protonfall 16,000 . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 12 May 2021

NEWS FLASH! Word just arrived from Space Weather … https://www.spaceweather.com … that the Planetary K index has reached a level of 7. Quite an impressive geostorm is in progress. — 12 May 2021, 6:15 am PT

  • GEOSTORM IN PROGRESS. THINGS TO LOOK OUT FOR
  • FOR LIGHTWORKERS
  • MORE INFORMATION
    • Great Awakenings of the Christian Faith
    • Events Related to ‘The Shift’

Dear Ones,

GEOSTORM IN PROGRESS. THINGS TO LOOK OUT FOR

For a G-1 geostorm, we are getting quite strong protonfall of 16,000. Wow! …

(Solar wind speed 453.2 km/sec) X (Solar wind density 35.3 protons/cm3) = 15,997.96 protonfall

This might continue for awhile longer today. Heads up on likely in-process events …

  • Release of such negative emotions as anger, hatred, fear, sadness, grief;
  • Disturbed sleep, nightmares,  disturbing daydreams, sensations of threat energy without corresponding physical cues;
  • Activation of ‘fight, flight, freeze, flop or fawn’ response without corresponding physical cues
  • Cognitive dissonance, mental turmoil, poor judgment; poor short-term memory;
  • Poor driving ability, poor reading ability, poor vision;
  • Temporary malfunction of electric and electronic devices; sudden personal and auto battery drains
  • Acting out of violent emotions in response to astral turmoil

I suggest engaging in your favorite centering and grounding techniques should the above occur. If all else fails, I find it helpful to fall back on the time-honored Zen technique of counting one to 10 with the breath. If 10 seems too large a number, I find counting one to five with the breath works quite well, and is comforting.

FOR LIGHTWORKERS

I ran into a very young child on the astral plane yesterday afternoon. She could only count to two, but, like many of the Light-activate very young children of today, she sensed what was up with the incoming Earth-directed double coronal mass ejection (CME) … that well before actual impact, I note … and asked if she could count to two over and over again so as to feel caom. I thought that was a great idea, and she was delighted with it too.

I note that waves of Souls awakening and arising have occurred with Solar Maximums 23 and 24 …

Solar Cycle 23 Maximum — Years 1998-2006
Solar Cycle 24 Maximum — Years 2011-2017
Solar Cycle 25 Maximum (predicted) — Years 2021-2030

Image: “Solar Cycle 25 Consensus Prediction,” by Space Weather Prediction Center, National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (SWPC/NOAA), 9 December 2019 … https://www.swpc.noaa.gov/news/solar-cycle-25-forecast-update ..

Image: “Solar Cycle 25 Consensus Prediction,” by Space Weather Prediction Center, National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (SWPC/NOAA), 9 December 2019 … https://www.swpc.noaa.gov/news/solar-cycle-25-forecast-update ..

For each of these waves, greater numbers of Souls have arisen. Those that arose in prior waves support and buffer the Souls arising in the next wave. Thus, I feel, we may anticipate many Lightworkers … some very young indeed, like the youngster with whom I spoke on the astral plane yesterday … will be here to help those of us who were once but a few.

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

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MORE INFORMATION

Great Awakenings of the Christian Faith

First Great Awakening (c. 1730–1755)
Second Great Awakening (c. 1790–1840)
Third Great Awakening (c. 1855–1930)
Fourth Great Awakening (c. 1960–1980)

Events Related to ‘The Shift’

Woodstock (August 1969)
Harmonic Convergence (August 1987)
The Shift (December 2012)

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Link: “Fight, Flight, Freeze, Flop or Fawn,” in “How PTSD Occurs: Natural Responses to Overwhelming or Terrifying Events,” by the Cotswold Centre for Trauma Healing … https://cotswoldcentrefortraumahealing.co.uk/how-ptsd-occurs/ ..

Link: “Coronal Mass Ejection,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coronal_mass_ejection … COMMENT: Two great NASA videos are at this link.

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Secret Cults Target the Grief-Stricken . by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 23 November 2020; published on 25 November 2020

Image: ”The Massacre of the Innocents,” by Guido Reni, 1611, source/photographer 2.bp.blogspot.com, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=26306563 … public domain

Dear Ones,

When cults are secretive, I feel it may be that their tenets run counter to the values of the culture of the people in their community.

There are, for instance, cults that prey like vampires on the grief-stricken children of the recently deceased.

These cults, through their secretiveness, may never come to the awareness of those whose parents are luckily yet alive. Yet they strike like lightning those named as recently bereaved in newspaper obituaries nationwide.

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

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Releasing the Ghosts of Days Gone By . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 24 June 2020; published on 1 January 2021
Location: Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

This is about the healing Light of Summer Solstice, through which grief, and the ghosts of days gone by, may be released …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I had a moment of illumination just now, with regard to the astral chatter that I have been hearing for about 10 years. I found out that it had to do with my mother’s passing.

As you may know, after the mental body goes to the heaven worlds to rest and learn Soul lessons for awhile, the astral body is left on its own. It is like a shell [or ‘ghost’] of what it once was. And it has in it all the emotions stored up which were not released during the lifetime … which, for most people, is quite a few.

Early on [after my mother’s passing] I spoke with a noted psychic about my mother. He said that my mother was already up near the heavenworlds at that time. During the interval after that, what I have been hearing is the very slow decomposition of the astral shell [the ‘ghost’] of my mom.

Somehow it was pegged to me … to my [astral] hearing. And a couple of days ago, I went out for a walk at this same place here. It is a beautiful place … very expansive … and the rocks sparkle. Everything sparkles: the chaparral, the mountains, the water … everything sparkles here; which is lovely … absolutely lovely … but hard to capture on camera.

Anyway, I was out here. And as I was going back up the hill towards the parked car, I had the strangest time of just releasing grief … releasing very deep grief from the bottom part of my lungs. After that a greater healing took place with regard to my mom’s passing.

After that healing, then two days later came this realization about what I had been hearing all this time … which I just did not know, you know? … now I do. That astral shall [‘ghost’] has gone off, apparently; it was waiting for me to release deep grief.

That grief is gone, as a result of the beautiful Summer Solstice 2020 … that Light. And also I credit Judy Satori’s … https://www.ascensionlibrary.org/ … “Breaking Through” series, which was six weeks long. I feel that speeded the process of the Light dissolving the grief.

All right, you all! Have a wonderful time. Just in case something untoward like that ever happens to you, maybe it will help.

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

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Turning of the Ages 9: Prayer of a Child Orphaned in Later Life . channeled by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 10 December 2019

  • 9. PRAYER OF A CHILD ORPHANED IN LATER LIFE, channeled by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is the ninth and last in the “Turning of the Ages” series of prayers …

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9. PRAYER OF A CHILD ORPHANED IN LATER LIFE
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
10 December 2019

When I was young my parents told me
When to get up and when to sleep

Go to school … Go to church …
Don’t swallow that gum
And whatever you do,
Don’t put your feet
In the x-ray machine
In the back of the Marlboro shoe store

Play well with your friends
Smile when you speak
Be a good neighbor
Treat your folks well.

And mom said:
We may be poor
But we brush our teeth
And watch what we say
And watch what we eat

And dad said:
Though we have naught to spare
We stand by our deeds!
We’re poor as church mice
But honest and clean!

And we were.

I say to them
Now their work is o’er:

Job well done!
Job well done!

Now it’s up to me
to play that role
for the little child
that abides in me.

May God be blessed
As He blesses me.

. . . . .

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

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Martian Archives: Gut Bacteria, Viral Attacks, and Colon pH . by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 16 August 2018; published on 26 September 2018; revised on 7 May 2020

  • THE WAR CRY OF THE VIRUSES
  • DID OUR MARTIAN BACTERIAL COLONISTS CREATE VIRUSES BY MISTAKE?
  • A REQUEST THAT MARTIANS NEUTRALIZE VIRUSES’ REPRODUCTIVE CAPACITY THROUGH RECOMBINANT DNA TECHNOLOGY
  • A SUGGESTION THAT WE MAKE DIPLOMATIC OVERTURES TO THE MARTIANS REGARDING ENGINEERING LONGER LIFESPAN IN HUMANS
  • BUFFERED VITAMIN C, OR OTHER BUFFERING AGENTS TO ELIMINATE A VIRAL THREAT BY ADJUSTING INTESTINAL pH

Dear Ones,

I thought I would talk about another issue to do with keeping our Martian bacterial colonists of the large colon happy. That has to do with pH. And it has also to do with viruses.

THE WAR CRY OF THE VIRUSES

It seems to me, first of all, that when we are attacked by viruses, those of us who are clairaudient will hear a din of war … The feeling that is called the V— D— syndrome will begin to manifest in our local noosphere. And that, I feel, is the war cry of the viruses.

The viruses, unlike our Martian friends … the Elder Race … are out to do us harm, almost invariably. They are warring against us.

DID OUR MARTIAN BACTERIAL COLONISTS CREATE VIRUSES BY MISTAKE?

I have heard stories, in the clairaudient realm, to the effect that the viruses were the unintended by-product of various Martian genetic experiments, and that the Martians had no idea that they could reproduce.

A REQUEST THAT MARTIANS NEUTRALIZE VIRUSES’ REPRODUCTIVE CAPACITY THROUGH RECOMBINANT DNA TECHNOLOGY

I have asked the Martians to look into a way to neutralize the viruses’ reproductive capacity, so that they cannot wreak havoc upon the human form. The Martians have agreed to look into this. They are the experts in recombinant DNA technology; I feel certain that, if any group within our body and here on Earth … any planetary body … can do that work, it is the Martians who can do it. We can rely upon them to come up with a solution.

A SUGGESTION THAT WE MAKE DIPLOMATIC OVERTURES TO THE MARTIANS REGARDING ENGINEERING LONGER LIFESPAN IN HUMANS

I have heard stories, also, in the clairaudient realm, to the effect that the Martians prefer us to be short-lived, and so, have engineered various illnesses into the human form, to make that happen.

I feel certain that, through future talks, we can point out to our Martian allies, the benefits to the Martian population of longer-lived humankind. As was the case in the early Biblical times, when people could live as long as 800 years, these are coming-up times when people will be able to live as long as 800 or 1,000 years once more. The Martians can be of great help in accomplishing this, and we can do our part by providing an excellent micro-environment for our Martian allies in the large colon.

BUFFERED VITAMIN C, OR OTHER BUFFERING AGENTS TO ELIMINATE A VIRAL THREAT BY ADJUSTING INTESTINAL pH

To get back to an experiment I did the other day, with regard to the V— D— war cry of the bad viruses, the cold-producing viruses … In my case, it had to do with my lungs, and expelling grief, and the fact that we have an inordinate amount of planets retrograde, through the entire summer, and into September. It is a time when we have to look out for our pH … and for the welfare of the Martian bacterial colonists of our large colon … more than other times.

Anyway, there was a war cry. It was continuing for hours and days. I realized that it had to do with an invasion of viruses; finally I figured this out. The way to deal with viruses is through pH adjustment, and through ingestion of Vitamin C. However, the types of Vitamin C that are popular in the stores are contraindicated, I feel.

I have done experiments with all kinds of products, and I have found out that buffered, powdered Vitamin C is the best product to immediately eliminate the viral threat. And so I tried that. I found it on Amazon … www.amazon.com … without any sugar additives. You just take a tiny scoopful, and put it in a glass of water, and stir it around, and it makes a fizzy drink. You rest for, say, a half hour after that … if you are able, a little longer … You may find, as did I, that it immediately causes that V— D— war cry, that consternational, life-threatening sound that happens in the gut brain, to go away.  This is the sound that adversely influences our daily action: It can cause motor difficulties; it can cause accidents, either motor vehicle accidents or walking accidents … all kinds of accidents; and many other ‘bad luck’ things to happen.

It is important to eliminate the viral threat as soon as it occurs and before it manifests as an illness. My suggestion is: Buffered Vitamin C, available from Amazon … not sugary Vitamin C. The reason it has to be buffered is that buffering normalizes the pH in the large intestine, and makes it impossible for the viruses to survive there. I think it must be that they probably thrive on an acidic environment in the large colon, and you want to eliminate that as soon as possible.

If you have no buffered Vitamin C, you may find other ways to create a buffering effect in the large intestine, ways that might be cheaper, for instance, and more available to you locally.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolatum) to Dispel Grief . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 18 October 2017; published on 25 November 2017

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

Here is a video about the California native plant Vinegar Weed (Trichostema lanceolatum). A Summary follows the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I was out here in the mountains today, and I ran across a kind of flower that only blooms once in a while in the mountains. It has tiny purple flowers on it, and a kind of hairy, whitish-green leaves. And it is an herb! (1)

If you rub the leaves with your hand, and then sniff them, it has the most incredible smell to it! … a little like the kind of oil [linseed oil] that I used to mix my oil paints with when I was a child.

Sniffing of the oil, in moderation, intuition tells me, causes grief to release from the lungs. (However, I would like to add that I advise caution in trying out wild herbs, no matter what may be in various plant guides regarding their medicinal qualities.)

So I sniffed a little, and I made a note of that, and I started walking along the trail again. Then all of a sudden, I started crying! And so, in my experience, it actually works really well, and very fast! … I will put some photos and the name in; I will find them for you …

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 1” by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 1″ by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 2” by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 2″ by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 3” by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 3″ by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 4” by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 4″ by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 5” by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 5″ by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 6” by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 6″ by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 7” by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata), a California native plant, 7″ by Alice B. Clagett, 18 October 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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FOOTNOTE

(1) For more on Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata) and its medicinal uses, see the following links …

Link: “Vinegarweed,” in the USDA NRCS (United States Department of Agriculture Natural Resources Conservation Service) Plant Guide … https://plants.usda.gov/plantguide/pdf/cs_trla4.pdf ..

Link: “Trichostema lanceolatum,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trichostema_lanceolatum ..

Link: “Vinegarweed (Trichostema lanceolata),” by the California Native Plant Society (CNPS) … http://calscape.org/Trichostema-lanceolatum-() ..

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