It is pretty hokey though. At least it is a reminder of how to spot the trance state caused by mesmerism, mental suggestion, or hypnosis. The film features the famed hypnotist (?) and actor Bela Lugosi, from days of yore.
I remember some years ago it seemed … in the dreamtime realm … that a cult (whose name I cannot know … and if I were to know, would surely dare not divulge) had targeted my physical body and energy fields (including my mental and emotional subtle bodies and my etheric net) for a takeover by the personality of their soon-to-expire cult leader.
The idea was … or so the rumor was in the astral airs … the cult leader would abandon the husk of his aged body, render me a zombie, take over my body, wreak some mischief, then hop on into another person’s body, leaving both me and his aged former form lifeless.
I guess the idea behind this dreamtime concoction was the opposite of that in this film. In the film there is the attempt to transfer the will to live and the emotions of a fresh young woman to the dead and zombified wife of the hypnotist.
Had the movie been similar to that dream I had, then the hypnotist himself would have tried to transfer his will to live and emotions into zombified me. So … the opposite.
I feel the thing to do, when such dreams occur, and when they seem to be bad omens aimed at oneself, is to build up one’s own will power. A good way is the ‘boot camp’ method … physical conditioning, especially the kind that builds 6-pack abs. Or what passes for that, for those of us who are mature ladies.
Written and published on 23 September 2021; republished on 29 September 2021
I have updated this blog and added personal anecdotes and videos, in case you would like to take a look. For instance, I have added my perspective on escaping from a mind control cult and on cult deprogramming …
Link: “The Spiritual Powers of Omniscience, Omnipresence, and Omnipotence on Earth Today: Things to Look Out For,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 15 April 2017; updated on 19-23 September 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-781 ..Continue reading →
I have made my “3-Part Football Play” drawings into this animated gif entitled “Psychic Swoon as Practiced by Neo-Hindu Cults That Kill.”
This happened every time I attended a meditation led by ‘Alluring Calm’ in West Los Angeles, and every time I attended a meditation led by the national head of the organization, ‘Heart Vampire’ in Colorado.
It would happen to me 3 to 5 times during each meditation I attended with those groups. That was right odd, I feel; the more so, as it has not happened to me either before or since. Further, it happened to none of the other people at those meditations.
I gathered that the people in these groups were all in ‘cahoots’ together, and would likely misrepresent the truth of what occurred, if they were asked about it …
Animated Gif: Psychic Swoon as Practiced by Neo-Hindu Cults That Kill,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 August 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Animated Gif: Psychic Swoon as Practiced by Neo-Hindu Cults That Kill,” by Alice B. Clagett, 23 August 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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In love, light and joy,
Alice B. Clagett,
I Am of the Stars.
I have added this animated gif here … Link: “Compendium: Psychic Murder – Bow Down to Me! Psychic Swoon,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled and published on 17 July 2020; updated … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jc6 ..
… and here … Link: “Compendium: Animated Gifs,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 1 February 2020; updated … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gdR ..
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Here is a video on the topic whether United States citizens have a right to own inexpensive, wearable radiofrequency (RF) and microwave weapon detectors. There is a Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.
It seems to me that Controllers on Earth have been influencing national governments through mind control so that they can use governments’ deep pockets to develop ways of mind controlling great masses of humanity.
I recall, for instance, that was so for the mind control attempts purportedly piggybacking on the now-defunct HAARP high frequency radiotransmitter program in America …
More recently it apparently has to do with development of pulsed, directed weapons of war using radiofrequency and microwave energies to muddle people’s minds.
It might be, for instance, that a group of psychics led by a Controller might mind control a government’s leaders into believing that masses of seditionists or revolutionaries might gather and endanger the ability of the government to rule the people. Then the Controller’s psychics might suggest that radiofrequency (RF) weapons might be stockpiled for use against crowds of unruly people. That might be the current wave of Controller agenda at work in the world today.
… mentions that the U.S. Defense Health Agency is trying to find a portable, light-weight radiofrequency (RF) weapon sensor. Apparently, several nations are developing RF and microwave weapons [which, I have read, can cause long-term as well as short-term problems with cognition, as well as cancer].
According to Forbes, the United States developed these weapons as a way to shoot down drones, and also as a way to control crowds.
From this, it looks like the U.S. Government might be planning to use microwave (RF) weapons against gatherings of people in the United States, and that they might not want to make wearable RF weapon detection devices available to the average consumer.
Now this is wrong thinking. The U.S. Constitution does guarantee freedom of speech, does it not? And clearly, by extension, freedom not to have one’s mind tampered with by microwave weapons, do you not feel? If our thoughts proceed from minds fettered by cyber mind control, our speech will surely be shackled as well, will it not? It is us United States citizens that the Government ought to make every effort to protect from radiofrequency weapons.
When looked at in the clear light of day, I feel these might be classified as homeland terrorist weapons, or maybe ‘psychic terrorism’. It is we civilians, and our local law enforcement agencies, who are the ones that Homeland Security ought to bend every effort towards providing with inexpensive, wearable RF weapon sensors. Then they ought to back up our terrorist weapons location efforts with confiscation and destruction of the weapons. That is what I feel!
I feel certain that, as people become more and more aware of this issue, an effort along these lines will be undertaken at the state and national levels. Until then, at least there is anti-RF-wear available at Amazon! For more on this, see …
Link: “Are Drug Lords Using RF Weapons Against Members of Our Community?” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 27 July 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-o9g ..
All right, everyone, have a wonderful day! I am sure that all of us, together, can solve these sorts of problems that come up for the world … maybe brand new problems. We will know what to do. From a grassroots to a national level, with our very wise leadership, we will come to all the new things that are coming up in the world.
God bless you all, and keep you safe.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
This blog has been added here … Link: “Crowd Consciousness,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 12 May 2015 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5Ux ..
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There are some people in Los Angeles … both men and women, but often men … whose energy is aligned with that of the Demonic Realm. I have spoken with LAPD about it, and they say these people are very different from me; that the thing to do is just steer clear of them.
I agree with LAPD completely, and I hope my readers can steer clear as well. I also read up on demons and found out this: Demons are invisible, but a person can tell from a feeling of dread if they are nearby.
In my heart I feel the energies of the Demonic Realm to be aligned with distortions of the Light found in some sectors of the entertainment industry and in some products of the recreational drug industry today. Often people feel the ‘glam’ of the entertainment industry, and the ‘allure’ of using hard drugs, and that attracts them to people whose energy fields resonate with the Demonic Realm.
I have found when I ask friends and acquaintances to steer clear of this person and that, instead there is a chance they will go and make their acquaintance, so as to determine the truth of the matter for themselves. I feel it might be the attraction of being around power and status, around good looks, and around fame and fortune … that motivates my acquaintances to this catastrophic choice.
The trouble is that demons such as the evil, red being depicted as Kau’T are capable of completely mind controlling us puny human beings, unless we can call upon the Angelic Realm to protect us against them. Without even knowing what is going on, we can get sucked into a downward spiraling vortex of Soul degradation.
I hope my reader will exercise right discrimination, and know that everything depends on keeping good company, and avoiding bad companions who set a poor example for us in this lifetime. They say that one rotten apple spoils a whole barrel of apples. That is really true. If a group of good people have amongst them one person with a demon for a companion, the group is pretty much sunk. Setting aside compassion for that one lost person, we must feel compassion for ourselves and for our un-rotten friends, and keep them safe from demonic mildew. We have to ask that demon-oriented person to keep away from us.
What I have found in past, when I publish a blog or a facebook message such as this one, is that these men and women in Los Angeles whose energy resonates with that of Kau’T attack me mercilessly on the psychic plane for days, until I must unpublish the blog or message in order to find a moment’s respite from their psychic attacks.
I have thought this through. I think the reason they attack me is that they think they are at war with good people. They must feel that the Dark is fighting the Light, and that they are just doing their job, fighting Christians.
That is a misconception borne of hubris. By that I mean that they feel, arrogantly, that they can fight against the goodness of God, who created them, and win against Him. How could that possibly be?
From God they come; through Him their physical bodies are created. To God they shall inevitably return, when their bodies die. It is God who creates and destroys; God who sustains the Universe. What possible use is a demon? Surely they are not our friends. They cannot lift us up from the dead, can they? It is they who kill, not they who heal our bodies. It is they who cast us into the pit of despair; not they who lift us up to hope for a good tomorrow.
I feel there is a great deception going on with these people in Los Angeles who are aligned with the Demonic Realm. I feel very clearly that they are being mind controlled by appallingly cruel beings such as Kau’T into the misconception that they themselves are these demons. They feel: I am Kau’T.
How can that be? This demon is far stronger than they. The more they serve him, the more repulsive they become to other human beings. How can they hope to find a willing woman to have sex with them, when all they want to do is cage a woman up and torture her to death? Go figure!
That is why it is clear to me that a very cruel demon has caught them and will not let them go. If their heads were clear, they would surely know they are headed straight for disaster. They are not the all-controlling demon. The demon completely controls them.
I ask these men (and sometimes also women) in Los Angeles to understand this blog is not a challenge. This is not a war cry. I do not want to fight you. I do not find you glamorous or sexually attractive.
I just want to warn good Christians to steer clear of you. I want them to understand the danger of bad company, and to know the fake ‘glam’ of being around power and fame and good looks.
We Christians and Lightworkers, and good people of all the major religions need to steer clear of men and women who are deeply infected with the Dark. That is my message for today.
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‘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 …
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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