I have read that human sensory input is mainly optical in nature. It would follow that we sculpt our reality through visual perception.
That perception depends on a static magnetosphere, such as during the deep solar minimum we are now experiencing.
Multiple solar flares during a solar maximum (such as we will be experiencing four or five years from now) can alter striate nerve impulses. As the striate nerve is responsible for visual impulse processing, we may then perceive alternate realities … realities not based on the human consensus.
Are these realities less real because they deviate from the group consensus? The similarity of reports by people perceiving alternate realities leads me to hypothesize that there may be many alternate realities … dimensions … on which these observers have reported; that these realities may be experienced by many humans during solar maximum; but that, for fear of social stigma, they may sluff off these experiences in favor of the normative view of reality for their culture.
I recall how much I loved that poem in college; I even put the verse up, along with a drawing of a tree branch and its leaves, on the wall of my dormitory room. The gist of the poem is the question: How can God be good if the world is full of pain and evil? What consolation have we but the beauty of the natural world?
EVIL AND PAIN IN THE THIRD AND FOURTH DIMENSIONS
I have to say, I pondered that question for decades. Here is where I am with it right now: Archibald MacLeish was right about the evil and pain in the third and fourth dimensions. In these dimensions, the Light is counterbalanced by an equal amount of Dark. (For more on balance, see my blog category: Balance )
FREE WILL AND THE DUALITY EXPERIMENT LOTTERY
It is like that, so that we humans can have the free will to choose Light or Dark. That is why we decided to experience the Duality Experiment: Because, in the dimensions we come from, and which we now continue to experience, simultaneously with our experience of the lower dimensions, those choices are not available. That is because in the Fifth Dimension and higher, the reality is more in sync with the joy, love and Light that are the nature of God.
MULTITEMPORALITY, MULTIDIMENSIONALITY, AND THE NATURE OF GOD
So, from my standpoint right now, it seems that I must have been a lucky winner of the Duality Experiment Lottery, that simultaneously I Am of the Stars (in my case, Earth’s Sun (and the planet Venus, and also Sirius and Arcturus), and that, to alleviate the pains and traumas of 3D and 4D life …
I can, as Archibald MacLeish suggested, ponder the beauty of the natural world.
Or, as the ascensioneers suggest, by calling upon my Ascension Team I can shift my dimension or timeline to a more joyful, loving, and Light-filled alternate reality than that I am now experiencing. That experience of my eternal Soul surfing through the cosmic harmonies of time and space is my proof that God is good.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
Compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; revised
Image: “Incarnation,” animated gif by Alice B. Clagett, 10 May 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: Images of the sky on Florida Mesa, near Durango, Colorado, and self-portraits of the author, photographed on 17 July 2015.
Image: “Incarnation,” animated gif by Alice B. Clagett, 10 May 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: Images of the sky on Florida Mesa, near Durango, Colorado, and self-portraits of the author, photographed on 17 July 2015.
Here are a few thoughts on reincarnation, and on reincarnational experiences and archetypal incarnational memories. Then there is a poem called “School,” about incarnational memories. Then after that, my own memories of other incarnations, to which I have appended text-to-voice recordings in various voices. After that are writings on the influence of past (or concomitant, alternate) lifetime Soul wounding on current lifetime experiences.
Image: “The Return of Persephone,” by Frederick Leighton, 1st Baron Leighton, 1891, a mythological painting, in Wikimedia Commons. This work is in the public domain in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the copyright term is the author’s life plus 100 years or less … DESCRIPTION: Leighton depicts Hermes helping Persephone to return to her mother Demeter after Zeus forced Hades to return Persepone … CREDIT: LMG100045 The Return of Persephone, c.1891 (oil on canvas) by Leighton, Frederic (1830-96); 203×152 cm; Leeds Museums and Galleries (City Art Gallery) U.K.; English, out of copyright.
Image: “The Return of Persephone,” by Frederick Leighton, 1st Baron Leighton, 1891, a mythological painting, in Wikimedia Commons. This work is in the public domain in its country of origin and other countries and areas where the copyright term is the author’s life plus 100 years or less … DESCRIPTION: Leighton depicts Hermes helping Persephone to return to her mother Demeter after Zeus forced Hades to return Persepone … CREDIT: LMG100045 The Return of Persephone, c.1891 (oil on canvas) by Leighton, Frederic (1830-96); 203×152 cm; Leeds Museums and Galleries (City Art Gallery) U.K.; English, out of copyright. …
I have an addition to the explanation about current refinement in astral matter as a result of the Awakening.
Relative Truth of Theosophical Afterlife Astral Concentric Ring Theory versus Timeline Theory. According to School of Theosophy theories, astral matter is segregated into concentric shells in the astral body of a person after they pass on. And these are slowly worn down, and worn off, until the person is in a very high astral plane, starting with the coarsest astral matter, which makes the person perceive only the coarsest of astral planes … and then wearing off into the very fine astral matter of the heaven worlds.
So then, I have a timeline theory that you can read more about in my blog. And that blog I propose as an alternate theory regarding astral reality.
I just thought I would explain a little about points of view, in the development of theories about the way things are, and how, from a certain perspective, a theory … such as the concentric ring theory of the Theosophists … is perfectly valid; whereas, from a different perspective … perhaps from an expanded perspective … a theory such as timeline optimization and timeline merges, timeline loops to the past or the future … is more helpful for humankind.
Example of Refinement of Astronomical Theory: Earthcentric versus Suncentric Theory. You know, in the old days we had a prevalent theory of the Universe where the Sun revolved around the Earth. It was the Roman citizen Claudius Ptolemy who proposed this model of the Sun revolving around a stationary Earth. I expect that Ptolemy was standing on Earth, and noticed what seemed to be the Sun revolving around the Earth.
For a long time .. for about 1400 years … this geocentric notion of the nature of the Universe was pretty much universally held by humankind. And then came along Nicolaus Copernicus, in 1543, who proposed that Earth revolved around the Sun.
Now this was kind of important … first of all, because it was truer for a greater variety of beings in the Universe … such as, for instance, the Solar devi, who had a different perspective on the motion of celestial bodies than did we humans on Earth … or such as the angelic realm, which could see things from a totally different perspective as well. (The devi are, in fact, one branch of the angelic realm.)
And also, this more helpful theory of a solarcentric earth-solar relationship helped humankind to predict various sky events that were difficult to explain, according to the old theory.
So here we have an example of one theory … from the point of view of one person … and accepted by humankind, for a long time, as being helpful; and another theory … somewhat more refined … from a different perspective, supplanting that later on.
Physics: General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics versus String Theory. The same is true, as I understand it … although I do not know much about it … of String Theory, as a predictive tool. There were two theories … General Relativity and Quantum Mechanics … preceding that, which partly explained what was going on. And then, String Theory has been put forth, that explains a good deal more.
Self-Evolution: Cause and Effect versus Multitemporality and Multidimensionality. And multidimensional, multitemporal theory is an advancement over the notions of cause and effect, as a model for the Universe. Multitemporality and multidimensionality … working with timelines and working with dimensions … offer humankind many more possibilities in terms of self-evolution than did previous theories of cause and effect.
Religion: Heaven, Purgatory, and Hell versus the Notion of Reincarnations and Soul Evolution. When we look at the history of religious doctrine, the notions of heaven and hell and purgatory are like these ideas that are valid in their own way, but only from a certain perspective. And the reason for this is, they offer a person a slice of reality based on only one timeline … and further: Only one moment in the astral life.
So basically what happened is that some great prophet or sage, or maybe a number of them, in centuries past, viewed what was happening when people passed on … in what state they found themselves, once they were released from physical form into astral form … depending, as we know, upon the coarseness or refinement of their astral matter.
So that person wrote down, as truth, that a person who lives a life that coarsens their astral matter, finds themself in great suffering when they pass on; and that a person who lives a very saintly life, where the astral matter becomes very refined, finds themself in a heavenworld when they pass on; and then there are those people, in between, who end up in purgatory … Very valid, from the standpoint of that one moment in time, when we pass on.
As I understand it, this belief is held by Christians, Hindus, Buddhists, and Theosophists, although, of course, with significant differences in teachings as to what may occur for the Soul thereafter.
Religion: Reincarnation and Soul Evolution versus the Notion of Multiple Incarnations All Taking Place Simultaneously in the Eternal Now. There is the notion put forth by Hindus, Buddhists, and Theosophists, each in their own way, of the evolution of the Soul from the astral plane, into the mental plane. And the time spent learning, the time spent in absorption of the Soul lesson of the incarnation there. Then there is the choice of a new incarnation, and a new Soul lesson.
Multitemporality: Incarnation from the Stance of the Eternal Soul. Moving on, into multitemporality, there is a notion that, at the same time … in the same instant of the Now … we are living out all these incarnations, as eternal Souls.
So we can switch from incarnation to incarnation, any time we want.
We can switch, within an incarnation, to the beginning or the end of it.
We can switch also dimensionally, as far as quality of our existence is concerned.
We can switch spatially, from presence on Earth to presence in any solar system, to presence in everything at once.
In our expanded perspective, we have causality within a timeline, which holds the timeline together.
We have the possibility of complete Free Will as to where we place our Awareness … on what timeline or on what dimension we place our Awareness … so that our Soul experience becomes whatever we wish it to be.
This decreases the importance of cause and effect on our Awareness. We are no longer trapped within cause and effect, within a causal reality.
We exist more in the realm of Free Will and of the All.
These are features of the current space and time in which we find ourselves here on Earth for the next 2,000 years. So I say: Best to take advantage of these tools, and learn what we can about this new way of viewing reality! Let us see what it has to offer us in terms of Soul wisdom and Soul learning.
–revised; from Link: “On Refinement of Scientific Theories,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 5 August 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5ZP ..
REINCARNATIONAL EXPERIENCES AND ARCHETYPAL CULTURAL MEMORIEStop
I was walking with the Sierra Club just now, in the mountains, and then I fell a little behind, and so now I am walking on my own. I bet they will wait up for me a little bit later on though. That is usually the way.
I just thought I would mention something another member and I were talking about, while we were walking. And that is, the way to hold reincarnational experiences.
It is kind of a hard topic to talk to another person about because a lot of people do not believe in reincarnation. That is just their mental filter: They do not believe. Other people have memories that have woken up, in them, about past incarnations … And they believe in reincarnation. And there are people of a psychological bent, who believe that reincarnational memories are really the archetypal memories of humankind.
So over however long you believe humankind have existed … and that range is from millions of years, to two thousand years … or maybe less, for all I know, depending on your mental filter … whatever that length of time may be, the psychological theory goes that there are certain deeply implanted memories, and all the people, say in one culture, have certain archetypal images which they feel could appear like past lifetime.
There is at least one other point of view about this; and that is, that we exist in the Now … in a medium that really contains neither time nor space … and that all these memories that we have, are not of the past or future lifetimes, but are all happening right now, multidimensionally, at the same moment in the Now. And that is the theory to which I subscribe.
Thought of Creating an Incarnational Picture Scrapbook
To get on with that story from the beginning of this blog, my fellow Sierra Club member and I were talking of my idea of starting an incarnational scrapbook, so every time I came across the memory of an incarnation … or an archetypal memory, as the case may be … I would look for a picture that reminded me of that lifetime, and make a scrapbook that contains pictures that remind me of all my incarnations.
Would that not be a cool thing? It would be a wonderful learning tool for families that believe in reincarnation; they could teach their children to start a scrapbook like that.
So there is that story about incarnations, and different ways of holding them, and how we can all agree to disagree … or agree to agree in some way … about things that we hold differently because of our mental filters.
–revised; from Link: “Incarnational Scrapbook … by Alice B. Clagett, published 16 February 2015 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6vW ..
Chinese (a woman, in ancient time, on the east coast of China),
2 lifetimes as a woman in India, and so on.
For me, one of the perks of remembering past lifetimes is letting down my mental filters regarding gender, race, culture and nationality. It is a bit of a rude awakening, at first, but in the sum, since I can remember being all these things, how can I see them as ‘other than I’?
[Memories of Varying Social Values and Personalities in Other Incarnations.] And also, my social values and personality in past lifetimes were totally foreign to that in my present lifetime. As you say, sometimes ‘not a good thing’ from the perspective of this lifetime. But from the notion of rounding out our experience of Duality, I can see it’s ok. Which helps me more easily forgive others in this lifetime for having the same values I once had in other lifetimes. Although it is not always all that easy!
–revised; from Link: “DNA Activation of Light to Change Race or Culture,” by the Hathors through Alice B. Clagett, published on 22 January 2015 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6he ..
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I am reminded of the first time I remembered a past lifetime. It so happened, in that past lifetime I was a man, and of a sudden, I remembered my point of view back then. At the time, I had had no idea … I mean, I had had no understanding of how men are. I had a woman’s point of view. And the minute I realized that I had been, in a recent past lifetime, a man, and that I had had the point of view that I, in this feminine lifetime, considered alien, I was very shocked. It was very jarring also, to find myself in a completely different perspective suddenly.
So, I just thought I would talk to you today, a little today …
about what we see,
and what we don’t see,
and what’s sustaining us,
and what’s restraining us … that’s invisible to us.
It’s something to think about.
–revised; from Link: “Unseen Forces,” stories and visions by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 July 2013 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6AO ..
This incarnational story I classify as maybe just a vision, or possibly a vision of a prior incarnation. It was an extremely vivid vision. In my mind I linked it with a vision I had while doing kundalini yoga very early one morning many years ago. In that first vision I saw a blue-eyed, lean farmer getting down off a tractor. He was full of life; he had a spry walk and a mischievous gleam in his eye; and he was right good looking. He was no one I had met. But at the moment I looked into his eyes, I had the shocking recognition that this man was me. It was my first empathic experience with someone not of my gender in this lifetime. Since that day, I have had a better understanding of men … almost as if I might be that farmer one minute, and myself the next.
My father’s father had passed on some while before I was born, and I have always wished I had a chance to know him. From the start, I somehow felt that farmer might have been my grandfather; and I wondered whether, by some twist of fate, I might have been my grandfather in my second to last prior lifetime. Then later I had this vision of the moment of my grandfather’s passing, which, in a way, fulfilled my wish that I might have met him. The vividness of this vision once more made me wonder whether I had, after all, been my grandfather in my last, but one, prior lifetime.
In the second vision, one of my grandfather’s last sad thoughts was that he would never see his beloved wife again. It was, to me, heart-rending to hear his farewell thoughts of her. Were I to have been he, then that might account for the closeness I felt, as a child, with my grandmother, who lived only half a mile from my family home.
Too, it might account for the fact I was named after her, and that I was inclined, from birth, to spiritual devotion, as were she and my grandfather, though the other members of my natal family were more inclined towards the practical matters of life in the world. It might also account for her gift of her engagement ring, given her by my grandfather, to me on my 16th birthday.
My Grandfather or Myself in a Just Prior Incarnation?
This morning I woke up again with another unusual astral experience or vision. I saw a scene where someone a good deal older than I … that is to say, from an earlier time historically … it would have been not in the last generation, but in the one before it, because of the way he spoke … just at the moment of sudden death, and needing to stay on Earth and care for his family, was just finding himself in the position of not being able to stay here.
I realized this was my father’s father Roy D. Clagett, whose wife was my deeply cherished grandmother Alice Delores Clagett. He was the grandfather I had always longed to meet, but had not had the opportunity to meet, as he had passed on before I was born.
It was as if the Soul wounding of that gentleman were clearing. And almost as if I were that gentleman, clearing that. I could hear all his thoughts as he passed on. And I saw a good deal of the details around that passing on.
And I have to say, I was very impressed with him. Never have I met him, but he had a way of thinking: He was thinking of God all the time. And he would use God’s name in his thoughts, just as part of his gentle way of thinking.
I am blessed to have had a chance to encounter my grandfather, in a moment that was supremely important to him in his life … a moment of crisis, of change … and soon to be Soul renewal, I am sure …
And right now I would like to say a prayer, as the Sun sets on another beautiful day: A prayer for those who have passed on, that they may find rest, and peace, and that they may know God.
I pray for all the dearly departed, for those that have been forgotten now, who may have passed a long time ago, especially through sudden death, or catastrophic situations for which the Soul has no chance to plan in advance, and who might be lingering here on Earth still. I pray that they may find rest, and peace, and that they may know God.
And I pray too, that those who have lost their loved ones through accident, sudden illness or injury, or through any kind of catastrophe, should have a chance to recover from their grief, and to live fulfilling lives. Happy lives. And that they may be made whole again, in the wisdom and knowledge of God.
–revised; from Link: “Memory of the Moment of Passing of My Father’s Father,” a vision by Alice B. Clagett, Filmed on 18 January 2018; revised on 14 September 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8ga ..
I know of an instance that had to do with one of the concentration camps … I wonder, could it have been Auschwitz-Birkenau? … during the Second World War in Germany, where many people of Jewish faith lost their lives. And there was an instance of a person incarnated as a man … a fair-haired Caucasian man, and those were greatly favored by that regime as being a superior race.
That man was chosen to supervise this concentration camp, or to have an authoritative role in this concentration camp. And some of the things that he did … What should I say? … it is such a painful vision for me! … He did personally dispatch, with his pistol, quite a few people of Jewish culture, and many children; many families, including my own.
Alice’s Vision of Herself and Her Family in the Concentration Camp
In a vision, I seemed to recall this part of his story very vividly, because at the time I was only 3 years old. I was a little girl three years of age. I had, in that incarnation, it seemed, a younger sister, about 2 years of age (who was my next eldest sister in today’s lifetime) and an infant brother (who was my brother in today’s lifetime). My father in that lifetime I have not met in this lifetime, but it seemed to me my mother in that lifetime was a woman meditation teacher I had in this lifetime … in fact, a devoted student of the very man who murdered her in that other lifetime, in the Nazi concentration camp.
When my family arrived at the camp, murder and death were all around us. The man with the gun told me that, if I would be his wife, I could save the lives of my family. He put a wedding ring on my finger, and after one night, I remember we stood, in the morning light, I on his right side, before my family. My father stood on my left, before us. Next to him was my mother, holding my infant brother. On my right, before me, was my younger sister.
Hope blossomed in my breast, that they would be saved. Just as I felt this, the blonde man next to me raised his handgun … a Luger, I think it is called … as if to shoot my father. I looked up, tears in my eyes, and begged him not to. With no thought at all, quick as a snake, he turned the pistol at a downward slant, because of my slight height, and shot. The bullet angled down through my left shoulder, into my body, and I feel down dead.
Yet through the ghostly vision of my astral form, suddenly freed from my physical body, in this time of great distress, I saw this man raise his pistol and, with utter sang froid, murder every member of my family, except for my young sister. Then, taking the wedding ring from my lifeless hand, he placed it on the finger of my sister …
–revised; from Link: “Reincarnation, the Law of Karma, and God’s Sense of Humor,” visions by Alice B. Clagett, published on 25 September 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7mz ..
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a poem by Alice B. Clagett 1 May 2017
Once I ran
a leaf-strewn path
beside a sometime mountain stream
ground its meal by
Young then, but lithe,
the Silent Runner
It was the black bear
took my life
Still wondering —
What will this brave boy
. . . . .
Later I walked
Those mountain paths
Saw him fly by,
I stopped to nap
under our family’s oak tree,
Woke with a start!
What’s that behind me?
But it was
only a coyote child.
. . . . .
the air was full
What should I do?
my Cuyamaca dad
You are, he said,
My cherished one —
May these thy feet
touch not one leaf!
And so I fled
back to the quiet places —
. . . . .
Once more I am
the silent runner!
–from Link: “Demonic Clearing Yesterday, to Do with World War II,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 21 September 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ab0 ..
Below is more of the same story …
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The Vision of the Cuyamaca Native American Boy 27 June 2014
Once I was hiking in the Cuyamaca wilderness, in Southern California. And as I turned to retrace my steps, back towards the road, I was walking higher up than a creek. And on the other side of the creek was a little trail … a deer trail … All around were live oaks … California live oaks; very beautiful!
And there, running along the deer path, I saw, in a vision, a Native American child about 8 years old … a boy … running, very lithely and quickly, along the trail. And I could not tell! … He was kind of transparent, so I guess maybe he was a shade. I waiver on that … Maybe he was a ghost … And sometimes I think, maybe it was me a long time ago.
And the thing I got from that is: He was so at one with the forest floor, the leaves of the oak trees on the forest floor, it was as if he were part of the oak trees and the water … But in human form.
I was very happy to see a child so at one with everything around him.
And then he faded out and disappeared. And that was my first vision.
–revised; from Link: “Two Native American Visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 27 June 2014; revised on 26 December 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-892 ..
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I was thinking about the lifetime when I sat on that western mesa, wrapped warm in a good blanket, watched the sun set … oh, so beautiful … watched the night sky blossom with stars, and felt, with a steady heart, as my life left me.
I thought, Why not? And journeyed back, to sit beside him, hand on that old, courageous shoulder, my heart his own.
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Who Faced Death with Calm Courage 27 June 2014
I had a vision of an older Native American brave, sitting with a blanket wrapped around him, near the Eastern edge of a mesa, in the Southwestern part of what is now the United States.
This person, I could tell was me, for sure, in a past life. And he was sitting, watching a red sun, rising, off in the distance. And he was feeling and knowing, that it was his time to pass.
And the thing that was so amazing to me about that vision and that memory, is the complete acceptance of such a great change … this change we call death, or passing. Such an amazing settledness about it. Such courage, and such strength of character. Unwaivering understanding that death is just a part of life. Without any regrets at all, he was watching and knowing, and understanding the cycle of life.
That memory has stood me in such good stead over the years; and especially now, when so many things are changing because of the ascension process. I remember how brave I was once, and it helps me to be more courageous now.
–revised; from Link: “Two Native American Visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 27 June 2014; revised on 26 December 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-892 ..
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Alice’s Vision … The Christian and the Saracen
I have three more stories to tell you about war, and they have to do with putative past incarnations of my own. I have more war stories, but I’ll only tell three more today.
The first story was explained to me by a spiritual counselor. It had to do with the time during the Christian crusades, when the Christians were seeking the Holy Grail and warring against the Saracen. My counselor described that I was a crusader at that time; a man.
I went off to war, and there was just a moment, that I seemed to remember from that war, when I faced a Saracen of about the same stature as myself, in mortal combat. And he and I killed each other during that war.
I remember a recent insight I had about that. I asked: Which was me?
I remembered that holographic audiovidual clip. I remembered the moment we had killed each other, but I couldn’t tell which was which … which was I and which the Saracen. And my spirit guides (through the spiritual counselor from whom I was learning) said that I was both of them.
This is an interesting fact: That when we war, we think that we’re warring against someone else, but in fact, we’re warring against ourselves, and injuring or killing our own Spirit through war. And I had never thought of it, until Spirit advised me of this.
–revised; from Link: “War Trauma – William Beanes – Star-Spangled Banner … a ghost story and 3 visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 December 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7Ox ..
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Alice’s Vision … Killed by a Comrade in Arms Over Love for a Woman
Long, long ago, in the times which we would term barbaric, I seem to remember having been a warrior by trade. I had a comrade in arms; we would go to war together, and fight battles. And up until the time I, as in a mist, seemed to remember, we had survived together.
My friend had a wife. And for reasons I no longer remember, it seems he found me one day in flagrante delicto with his wife. Naturally, I begged his forgiveness. He was my best friend, my only friend.
He was so upset … he was so caught up in the passion of the moment … that he killed me. He killed me with a short knife.
From my point of view, in that story there was a tremendous sense of incompletion, which I might have carried down to other contexts, along those lines, through other incarnations, if such reincarnational stories be true.
I think it’s the warrior spirit. It’s the feeling of killing our fellow man, that causes us to act so quickly, and so in error, with regard to our own brotherhood with all humanity. That’s the second story.
It may be that I have had many great incarnations, but the only ones that come to me, in this lifetime, as possible memories, are the ones that need completing because there was so much suffering involved, from that perspective.
–revised, from Link: “War Trauma – William Beanes – Star-Spangled Banner … a ghost story and 3 visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 December 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7Ox ..
I’d like to tell the last story about war. I saw kind of a mental movie. I remembered something from the distant past, during the Revolutionary War, about a man who had a family and went to war.
There was a fierce battle, and his wife sent her children to a female friend to take care of, and went to the battlefield to search, among the dead and dying, for her husband, to see if she could save him.
She found him there, walking on the field of battle. She didn’t know he had a head wound, and that he was delirious because of it. The doctors on the field of battle had tried to help him, but they had been unable to. He had broken free of them, and was roaming about, delirious.
He saw his wife, and didn’t know … didn’t recognize her. And he killed her with that little gun they had in those days. Then as he lay dying, he shot himself.
And the last thought that he had, as he passed on, in that battlefield, was of how much he loved his wife, and how much he wanted to be with her, and make love to her one more time. In that final scene of that incarnation, he saw his penis like a sword; like an implement of war, and like a sign of the courage that one must have in facing battle.
And his wife’s last thought as she lay dying was: What would become of her children?
Terrible story! After seeing this audiovisual clip or vision, enacted in vivid detail … including what the people looked like, and what the battlefield was, and the concern about the children …
I said to Spirit: Which person was I, in that situation?
And Spirit said: You were both.
. . . . .
There you have two stories that corroborate the notion that, when we war, we war only against ourselves. And the trauma that we feel, when we war … the terrible trauma of seeing ourselves injure fellow eternal Souls, in physical form … goes with us to the grave, and must be cleared, even if we reach a new incarnation.
All that must be cleared from our beautiful being of Light, for us to remember, once more, the glorious, loving beings that we are.
–from Link: “War Trauma – William Beanes – Star-Spangled Banner … a ghost story and 3 visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 December 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7Ox ..
I will tell you what happened in that other lifetime …
It was a century or so ago; I was a child in India. I was a child of two or three; I had just learned to walk. I was with my mom at a market in India. You know, the markets in India … they are not like markets in the United States. It is an open air market, and there is a lot of commotion and confusion.
A sadhu walked by. To me, he was an older person; but probably, I guess, maybe in his thirties. And he had the typical sadhu appearance …
Image: “Sadhus Walking on Kathmandu Durbar Square,” taken by Peter Akkermans, Konica Minolta Digital Camera, Nepal, May 2007; transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons by Usr: Quadell, CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported
Image: “Sadhus Walking on Kathmandu Durbar Square,” taken by Peter Akkermans, Konica Minolta Digital Camera, Nepal, May 2007; transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons by Usr: Quadell, CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported
I was intrigued by his spiritual air. Even at the age of two or three, I had an interest in spirituality. Magically … I started following him. And while I was following him … I was not even aware of it … I lost my mother in the crowd.
I found myself in completely strange surroundings. He turned; and he saw me following him. He saw the look in my eyes, that I wanted to be a spiritual student of his. His eyes hardened, and he threw me down into a filthy gutter.
There I was, completely lost, and covered with foul matter! And you know, life is not of much value in India … or at least, back then it was not.
I was crying in the gutter, and a woman found me, and took pity on me. She cleaned me, and fed me, and raised me up as if I were her own child. I was extremely fortunate in that!
In my latter years … after I had married a husband, and raised my children … there was time, at the end of my life, for me to practice kirtan. There were years in which I was able to practice kirtan every day, and sing with the other ladies in the temple. It was pretty cool. It was a very cool experience!
But the thing is, the sadhu later incarnated as a guru well respected by many people even today. What am I to do? For me, that kind of person is not the kind of teacher for me. For the next person, it might be just their cup of tea.
On an Attitude of Religious Tolerance
I think we, as spiritual people … during this process when everybody’s thoughts are becoming transparent to everybody else … I think we need to stand back, and be very copacetic with all the other spiritual groups’ religious beliefs … with their spiritual teachers, their ascended masters, and their gurus.
If we are Christian, let us not laugh at people who are Buddhist; Buddhism is their sincere belief. If we are people who have had bad experiences, in past lifetimes, with spiritual teachers that are much revered by groups today, then let us give them the space to do what they wish.
And let us be careful not to criticize them in any way: For this is their choice, on their path to higher consciousness. And most particularly, let us not curse other people, simply because they are not on our spiritual path. Let us not harbor vengeance, or hardness of heart, or desire to get even with them for not believing what we believe.
Otherwise, as the Ascension process continues, we will create for ourselves a terrible experience of hell … or I should say, purgatory … because there in the middle of us, in our hearts, that is where we are not free to express our true selves, because of the opinion of other people.
There is something about forgiveness … It just immediately lifts up the heart, and lifts up the Soul to a higher level of the astral plane. It is not an easy thing to do. In my case there are people that have been pursuing me on the astral plane for years for this reason.
And I used to take it very seriously. Witchcraft? No, I do not think so! … Curses? No, I do not think so! These charms, and this manipulation of the second chakra, to get me to be a different way? I do not think so! I Am I! I Am That Am!
Today, it got to be pretty excruciating again. So finally I thought: Why not just laugh and let it go? … I will have a little fun … I will make it a lighthearted situation.
Most likely, it is not the spiritual teachers that are involved; most likely it is the group consensus. It is the social contract of the group that is causing this. And if the purpose of the group is to be in consensus, each with the other, because everyone is concerned about everybody else’s opinion, then a little lighthearted fun might have them go away.
I tried a little of that. I did not want to be too heavy duty; but like a little child: Oh my gosh. this is so silly! I can’t believe it! And that worked out right well for me.
–revised; from Link: “Purgatory: Astral Subplane 4N,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 16 August 2015; published on 22 April 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5a7 ..
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The Children of the Tiger
I had a wonderful vision last night. I will do my best to describe it …
Last night the air was full of the grace coming into the field of humanity through the ongoing coronal mass ejections. Sometimes it felt like nectar, thick like honey, deep and nourishing.
The soul of Earth, the astral plane, had for a week been roiling and clearing. My experience of reality had been shifting moment to moment, and this shifting had been accelerating all day. By nightfall, the panorama of earthly scenes and scenarios came and went in the wink of an eye, interspersed with moments of peaceful tranquility, with a footing in what I’ve in this lifetime known as ‘reality’.
I took a rest at nightfall, and when I awoke, the air was blurry. Was I going through a veil? I heard this gentle admonition: Go out in the back yard. Waste not a moment — do it now! So I did. The moment I stepped outdoors the air became more clear.
In the dark, cool night, as I stood in the back yard, I heard a motor vehicle drive up and park on the street in front of my house, and the threat energy intensified. Then I felt the soles of my feet on the ground. I saw the distant, gentle starshine, and noticed that the coyotes, with their rustling, and their melodious, poignant songs, had gone off somewhere. All was still.
I said to myself: I will go to the front yard and stand in conscious awareness before this threat energy. The minute I thought that, I heard the engine start, and the vehicle sped away.
As I walked toward the house, I remembered a lifetime in a village in Southeast Asia. I was a strong young man. There was a threat of a tiger on the prowl.
I walked to my back porch, to the patio door, and saw a reflection of myself. The dress and blanket I was wearing, and my reflected face, shifted to the image of that young Asian monk. Then it shifted again, to another, older monk, with the left side of his face greatly disfigured by the claws of a tiger. I watched his eyes, and saw that, for him, the wounding was countered by the steady calm of his Soul. And I remembered the story …
The tiger came to the village, and attacked the head monk. This monk asked me to go and kill the tiger. He told me how to do so with compassion, so that the peace and tranquility of this world would be upheld.
And so I did. As the tiger lay dying, I saw her two children, and I felt her desperate desire to protect and nourish them. I looked into her eyes and promised her: Set these concerns aside and pass on in peace. I shall protect and cherish thy children.
In an alternate world, I saw her to be a woman in human form; a woman at the same time fierce and loving, deeply steeped in Spirit.
And then the tiger passed on. I carried her two cubs back to the village, to the pallet where my teacher lay, with a healing poultice on the left side of his face. My teacher blessed the tiger’s children.
Time passed, and I never ceased to tell them the story of their mother’s courage, and of the fierce love she had for them. They grew tall and handsome, one walking on either side of me through the forests round the village. They were like my own sons, and I their father.
I have three stories to tell about incarnations I remember (just a few of them), and my understanding of what I’ve learned or what’s happening. My thought is that it may help other people to interpret their own circumstances; to trace them back; and to repair the wounding of old incarnations that were traumatic, and created time loops in our etheric net that need to be untangled and straightened out so that we can be in our full glory. So that’s my thought, and here are the stories. I hope I do them justice.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Story of the Two Warrior Friends
There was a time, a long time ago, when I was a warrior. I had a friend who was a companion in arms. It was a very, very long time ago, before the discovery of America, and before the European continent became civilized.
I was a warrior by trade. My friend and I stuck together through thick and thin. War is a very difficult experience, and so it’s good to have a friend. We survived a lot of battles. We were kind of rough-hewn; you might have called us barbarians, from the vantage point of current civilization.
My friend had a woman; in current, civilized terms you might call her his wife. I was not the civilized sort; one time he found me with her, in an extremely compromising situation … in flagrante delicto, you might say. He became enraged, and he killed me on the spot.
Now the last thing I remember about that stabbing death is that I loved him, as a comrade-in-arms, and I hoped for his forgiveness. The anguish of that death without finding forgiveness was embedded in my body at the site of the wound.
A terrible story! These are the kinds of stories that we remember, though! They’re the first to come back into our Awareness … not all the good stories; just the terrible stories … because those are the ones to do with Soul wounding.
Many lifetimes went by. And eventually I found myself in the nature spirit world. I was a nature spirit, and I had a particular deva that I was very fond of. A deva is a very wise overseer nature spirit dweller on the astral plane. They live for a very long time; longer than humans. In fact, my deva may still be alive!
I was tiny; the deva was a huge and magnificent energy. I used to just hang around with my deva, in total awe and adoration.
One day, I found myself, as a nature spirit, near a beautiful pool of water in a forest.
This was in the rustic times, when people lived in small villages. There were some human children, playing and diving in the water. And I thought to myself: I would really like to be a human! I saw a child that I recognized there, and that was the cause of my longing.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Life as a Human Woman in the Forest, and Death in Childbirth
In the twinkling of an eye, my deva arranged it! Before I knew it, I was a baby in that village! And as time went on, I, who as a nature spirit had fallen in love with that young boy, found myself married to him.
And what do you know?! It was the same Soul as that comrade-in-arms from whom I had sought forgiveness so long ago. In this new incarnation as girl and boy, we were deeply and passionately in love.
At a young age we were married. Before I knew it, I was with child. Before summer days rolled round again, I found myself giving birth. And in the process of giving birth to a beautiful baby girl, I lost my life.
The last thing that I remembered was my life blood draining out of me, over my legs, as I lay on my back, on the forest floor. And a terrible concern for my husband, whom I loved dearly, and for my child, who had just been born. As I left my body, through my astral spirit I asked my husband if he would please take care of our child. And he agreed.
I wrote this poem about that lifetime …
Tom o’ the Forest
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett 4 January 2018
Ah, Tom! Tom o’ the Forest!
Would that I had been there
with you, my own dear love,
as our child grew in strength . . . and beauty
Would, if I could, . . . have stopped the flow . . . . . . of my life blood . . . . . . . . . such loss . . . . . . . . . such pallor . . . . . . . . . . . . out onto the brown leaves . . . . . . . . . . . . by the woodland pool . . . . . . . . . . . . where we once bathed
Dearest my love
Such a long and weary while . . . Stood I by your own side, . . . . . . sighing
The blade that longing . . . lent your throat . . . . . . sliced mine . . . . . . . . . as well
Tom of my life
Tom of my seried lives’ yearning
Blest be the day
when our twained paths
once more marry
Another soundtrack of this poem, using Alice’s voice …
Because of that terrible experience I had, of deepest love won, and suddenly lost through death, I went back to the nature realm for a while. What was happening back on Earth, with my husband and my child? My husband went into a terrible depression. He couldn’t get over my death. And after a few years, in his despondency, he committed suicide.
And my child was left to survive on her own, with the help of friends in the village. So that is the story of how I left my deva for love of a human boy.
Many many years went by. Modern times came. And some fifteen years ago, I was walking along, and I felt a great thrilling of my Soul. A great resonance with some energy nearby. And before long I found that this resonance had to do with a man and a woman who were friends.
I felt a strong kinship with both of them, on the spiritual plane. I didn’t know why; I couldn’t explain it. I could tell that the woman didn’t like me! And I could tell that the man was afraid of me. Shortly after that, the man and the woman got married.
It took a long time, listening telepathically, to figure out what had happened. The closest I can tell you is this:
The man I met in this lifetime was the man I was married to in the forest: Tom of the Forest. The woman he married in this lifetime was my daughter born in the forest. He had decided, in this lifetime, to provide for her the love, the emotional support, that he was unable to provide in that lifetime.
He didn’t want to have anything to do with me, because of the pain of that separation when I died in childbirth long ago. She didn’t want to have anything to do with me because she was still feeling deserted by her mother from those ancient times.
–revised; from LInk: “Reincarnation – Ascension – Freedom of Mind,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 25 September 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7mp ..
The image of the Native American hero Gluskap, and his friend the hawk, reminds me of a dream I once had of seeing through the eyes of a red-tailed hawk that was circling high up in the sky, and looking down with lightning sharp vision at a mouse scurrying along a chaparral track in a high mountain meadow below.
In my mind, I link the story of Gluskap and the vision through the hawk’s eyes with two remembered lifetimes as a Native American … one as a boy in the Cuyamaca Mountains, and one as a Hopi brave …
–revised; from Link: “Demonic Clearing Yesterday, to Do with World War II,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 21 September 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ab0 ..
I thought I would tell you a story about a dream I had today. I came back from an early morning walk, and I fell asleep, and I had a dream. The dream went like this: I was a human being, on a planet that was not Earth. It was light years from Earth. I was sitting and meditating, as I do here.
And while I meditated, I started thinking about the far-flung human race … all the other humans on other planets and in other solar systems in my Universe. The minute I thought it, my Awareness went to another planet that had humans on it.
And I saw that these humans were trapped and enslaved by a cruel alien species. They had, essentially, no free will, and the light of their hearts had been chained down; had been darkened. The memory of the greatness that they really were, they had forgotten.
My heart went out to them. Suddenly I was there on that planet. I could see a little child about 3 years old, a little girl, sitting on someone’s lap. I felt such compassion for her. With my hand, I touched her heart. I blessed her that she should be free; and all her people should be free.
The minute I did that, my world view turned upside down, and suddenly, I was that child, looking out from that world, and that world was this one.
It was very jarring for me … It was not bad or good; it was just an amazing sensation, to be a human being from such a different place. And then, all of a sudden, to be here, in a human body, in this solar system … a completely different place.
–from Link: “Unseen Forces,” stories and visions by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 July 2013 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6AO ..
Last night, during meditation, as in many meditations past, I could feel my physical body being jerked forward, again and again, into a momentary state of unconsciousness, drawn forward into the awareness of another being. Each time I jerked upright, into conscious awareness, my Awareness recentered in my heart. I kept thinking: Just cut this cord with the Other! Just be You, in your own centered Awareness!
Each time I thought that, I was overcome by a feeling of anxiety. I saw a vision of my home planet, aeons ago, exploding in the night sky. Everyone and everything I ever knew or loved, annihilated in one single moment of unimaginable destruction. With the exception of the being who then stood beside me, observing from space, a fellow freedom fighter, a being whose Lightworker destiny has been interwoven with mine down through the interminable ages since that time.
To whom has my heart unconsciously reached out, again and again? To the only other survivor of that catastrophe. One whom I met again, here on Earth, a little over a decade ago. That Soul is the only known constant in all my incarnations as a Lightworker.
On Turning Fear of Social Isolation into an Advaita Experience
In my subconscious mind, through the long incarnations, this other being had come to represent my overarching concept of Other.
During the meditation, when I tried to stop the jerking back and forth of my Awareness, I was overwhelmed by a vast sense of loss … the loss of my home world and all the beings in it. This remembered feeling of utter desperation, of darkest despair, of utter failure in my mission, would drive me into an unconscious state.
The accompanying thought was: If I cease the flow of Awareness, back and forth from me to this other being, then for sure that being will die. And all I have ever loved will have wilted and died at my hand, through my failure to protect them all. My family! My friends! My world! All gone, gone forever….
There’s no getting around it. This was some pretty heavy subconscious stuff-and-nonsense. But finally, in light of God that filled the meditation room, I summoned the courage to stop the outward–inward flow. And to my utter astonishment, it turned out that the other being … and all this New World as well … far from passing away … now existed within my own heart … and not in some desperate outside drama of times past or the transformation that this new world … Earth … my new home, is now going through.
On Being at Peace with Things as They Are
It came to me in a flash. There is no need to shoot anyone down. No need to save anyone. Everything is all right, just as it is! Wild but true.
So it seems there is much to love and cherish, but all within the context of the great I AM. Who is loving and cherishing? God does that work. What is my role in all this?
My role is to be quiet, and offer myself with calmness and confidence, for service to God. To trust that God will guide me. Stay centered in my heart. Know that the ducks of this 3D world, and the shadow beneath my 3D feet, are not the Real Deal. Far from it. What’s really happening? Me, my heart, and the Divine Will.
Revised; from Link: “Thoughts on the Controllers, True Power, Lightwork, and a Truer Reality,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 September 2013 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6GE ..
INFLUENCE OF PAST (OR CONCOMITANT, ALTERNATE) LIFETIME
SOUL WOUNDING ON CURRENT LIFETIME EXPERIENCEStop
I thought I would talk just a tiny bit about the unusual physical qualities we may be born with … what they call abnormal … and the cause of them. And I’ll use myself as an example, because I know more about my past incarnations than I know about anybody else’s. I was born with a couple of not-too-important, but interesting, physical abnormalities.
One is in my brain; it’s a blood vessel that’s somewhat enlarged; larger than it should be.
One is in my heart; one of the valves doesn’t close completely.
Those two things haven’t caused me any trouble in life. They’re not ‘dooming me’ to anything … They’re just unusual physical things. Each one of those has to do with past incarnations.
Past Incarnation Head Injuries to Do with War. The problem in my head has to do with an incarnation in which I was actually bashed in the head and killed. I was in a lot of wars, over the incarnations, and it may have been then. And so, I carried through various incarnations … not the physical injury, but the cellular memory of pain. And this cellular memory of pain attracted more pain from incarnation to incarnation; physical things, probably. And also astral body things, that caused emotional body distortion in my etheric field. So eventually, it got to the point where it came into the physical, in this incarnation, as a slightly abnormal blood vessel in my brain.
On Healing Morphogenetic Field Distortions. It’s good to know about things like this, because then we can go into the healing of the morphogenetic field distortion that caused it … Say, with light language work which Judy Satori … https://judysatori.com/ … has. Or with Soul wounding clearing work, like Daniella Breen … www.daniellabreen.com … has. Or any number of other healing modalities that we use to clear ourselves and heal ourselves. The Ascension process makes this much easier, because of the Incoming Light being so fine and so rare.
Past Incarnation Heart Injuries through Physical Damage by People We Loved. So now I’d like to just talk about one more example, which has to do with what I mentioned about my heart. I can remember several incarnations … well, actually, quite a few incarnations … in which my heart received great damage through loving people that injured me physically. And you have to remember that, back in the old days on Earth, it wasn’t all like wine and roses. There was a lot of warring. There was a lot of uncivilized behavior. There was a lot of stuff that went on … and still is.
So this abnormality in my heart, while it doesn’t affect my physical stamina or my longevity, it nevertheless reminds me of what went before. Every time I go to the doctor, they say: Did you know? One of your heart valves doesn’t close properly … And so I say: Yes, I know. Thank you!
And so, then I’m reminded one more time that it’s very important for me, in this lifetime, to heal the wounding in my heart … To make my heart chakra whole again. And to come back into total relation with the love that I am.
How Genetic Abnormalities … Even Fatal Abnormalities … May be Viewed as a Gift from God: A Gift of Remembering. So that’s the important thing to think about: Genetic changes that make us different from other people; even in the case of those that involve early death … shortening of our lifetime, or suffering during life. They’re usually an indication of Soul wounding that needs to be healed. And so, in that way, they’re a gift from God. Because they remind us to heal.
–from Link: “Birth Abnormalities and Reincarnation … Healing the Brain and the Heart … Gene Repair,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 25 September 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7mv ..
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Stories by Alice: Three Stories about the Influence of
Past Lifetime Soul Wounding on Current Lifetime Experiences
Here is a little bit more on Soul wounding timelines and dimensions. This has to do with my current lifetime. I have an Awareness timeline and dimension that keeps shifting and changing into other Awareness timelines and to other dimensions. Yet I am unaware of this; it is simply happening through grace. Grace is transporting me, or skipping me about amongst the various timelines and dimensions, as I go along.
Every time I call on my celestial Ascension team, a Shift is occurring in my timeline and in my dimensions. But, to my limited human Awareness, it seems like I am going along on just one timeline. And in that timeline, there will be instances of Soul wounding, often accreting, one upon the other, along a similar theme.
So for instance, let me share: I was born with an ever-so-slight insufficiency, or imbalance, of prana in the left side of my body. In my lifetime, in my early childhood, there were instances of Soul wounding, and also of physical wounding, that contributed to that. I recall three such instances.
I Thought I Could Fly
I have mentioned the first before: When I was very young, I thought I could fly. Why can I not fly, I would think. I could remember flying. So when I was very young … in first grade … I tried jumping down from the roof of our house, onto the concrete kitchen porch, and I hurt my left ankle, and the inside middle of the sole of my left foot. I was limping to school for a long time, after that, because of this injury to the left side of my body.
My Beautiful Blue Bicycle
Soon after that, I got a beautiful blue bicycle for Christmas. It was my pride and joy. The problem was, I did not know how to ride it. I practiced and practiced, and fell down a lot. We had a gravel driveway; that was what I had to ride on.
I had a childhood friend who was six months older than I. He was an incredible grown-up person in my mind. He was about seven years of age. He knew how to ride a bicycle! What can I say? He just knew things.
For a while, he would ride my bicycle up and down our long, country driveway. And he would let me ride on the bumper seat on the back wheel. He would show off: He would go very fast, by my lights. And so, he would be whizzing down the driveway … It was the only air conditioning we would have on the hot summer days. We would be whizzing, and the wind would be going past, and whipping past our hair. It was like an amusement ride!
So I was riding one day, on the ‘bumper seat’ … the back wheel, which had a place to tie things on, so it was like a place to sit. And my left foot got tangled in the spokes of the rear wheel of the bicycle. I fell off, and it badly torqued my leg. So there I was, limping again. That is the second instance on the same theme: This has to do with relaxing and repairing the body, on the left side … to do with the left-side prana, the ida, in kundalini terms.
The Fairhaven Excursion and the Old Station Wagon
The third thing happened when I was about 13 years old. The family had gone to our favorite beach, Fairhaven, for a beautiful summer day …
And we came back home. We young siblings … my brother, my three sisters, and I were grumpy and tired and wanted to go to bed. We arrived back home after dark in the family’s old station wagon; a very old station wagon with some problems. One problem was that the parking brake did not always stay in ‘Park’.
The circular turnaround at the end of the driveway and next to the house where we lived … was on a slight slope. There was another car parked at the top of the hill; that was our ‘normal’ car.
And so, we parked on a 45 degree angle. Everybody piled out of the car. Some of us started to run into the house. And the parking brake slipped.
My father was behind the car, with my youngest sister, getting things out of the car. My youngest sister was only 2 years old at that time; she was a toddler. My mother and I were on the right-hand side of the car, the passenger side. And the car started moving back down the hill. The motor was not going, but the force of gravity, and the heavy metal of the car were something to consider.
My father had extraordinarily fast reflexes; incredibly fast reflexes. Just in time, he grabbed my young sister out of the path of the moving car, which quickly gained acceleration; grabbed her up, over the top of the car, and saved her life.
My mother had really slow reflexes compared to my father … probably she had what most would consider ‘normal’ reflexes. My reflexes were in the middle, half-way between the two, and much faster than most people’s. So I inherited about half of my father’s gift.
The front seat car door, on my side of the car, the passenger side, was open; and I tried to dive into the car and grab the parking brake lever to the right of the driver’s seat, and pull it back up. But the open, right-hand car door hit me, and I fell under the car, The drag of the rapidly accelerating right front tire dragged me downward along the gravel drive for a moment, rolling me over under the car from a face-up to a face-down position. Then the moving right front tire rolled over the backs of my legs, leaving me lying on the driveway, as the car continued on down past the bottom of the turnaround.
My left leg was the first leg that had been rolled over by the car wheel, and it was dragged along by the car for a while, resulting in injury and scarring to the left quadriceps muscle. So there was a third injury to my left side, all within the space of the growing-up years.
And that is normal: It is normal for Soul wounding on one side, with which you are born … say, a pranic insufficiency on the left side … to attract to itself, in this dimension, numerous incidents that further the Soul wounding.
We are born with Soul wounding preserved on the astral plane and later on the mental plane, as we rest and recuperate in the fourth dimension between incarnations; and the process of Soul wounding or Soul healing begins again in each new physical incarnation.
Astral or Emotional Snags Carried from Incarnation to Incarnation
The above was just a physical example, but there are also astral or emotional snags that are embedded in our electromagnetic fields, and in our etheric nets … insufficiencies of the Light … that are carried through incarnations, because of the density of this third dimension, which results in this kind of Soul wounding.
This is not to say that, because we have Soul wounding, we are inferior in any way to anyone else. In fact, a lot of Soul wounding is characteristic of the Lightworkers, who have been on Earth for a really long time, and accumulated a lot of dings and scratches in their etheric nets (that is, their’etheric bodies’).
All this is in the process of healing right now, as you all know. The Light is coming in and fixing all of this because, in these times of the Great Awakening, it is impossible for these dings and nicks and scratches to exist anymore.
The axiatonal lines are flooded with Light, and the etheric net plumps up and is fixed, little by little. Then the Light flows from the etheric net into the physical form, and all that is fixed as well. So this is something to look forward to this year, during 2017.
–from Link: “Timelines and Dimensions 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 February 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6ZS ..
I came out at dusk to take a video of the sunset. The minute I walked out the door, I heard all these strange sounds … first I heard a lawnmower next door. That went away. And I thought: Now’s the time for the video … and then an airplane started going overhead. And I heard a motor sound over to the right, where there is really no cause for there to be motors.
It was one noise after another, out there. And they all have a certain quality to them. They are low-pitched motor noises. It created a certain reaction in me: A churning of various organs, and also of the heart chakra … a churning, without movement in or out.
It was bringing up, it seems, old woundings that had happened … not just to me, but to others as well. It had to do with, in one case, a past-lifetime violent death that was memorized by the cells in the right side of my face, and in my left shoulder. And a slow playing through of that ancient agony that the cells had felt when they were suddenly surprised with the act of passing from physical form, and probably the pain of the physical attack too.
So, that’s one thing that appears to be clearing right now: Violent old memories of incarnations where we passed unexpectedly. This motor noise apparently helps to clear that. It’s not just a nuisance. It’s actually God doing specific work in the world.
–revised; fromLink: “Sunset and Stain of Blood,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 17 November 2013 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7wW ..
I feel, actually, a wound on the right side of my neck … like a knife wound. It is a degradation of the level of Light. This is a physical wound that I sustained in a prior incarnation. My cells are holding the memory of this wound. And there are so many layers to the clearing that is going on … this is just one layer that is coming up; one memory.
Some call it a Soul fragment that is coming into Awareness.
Some call these the lost children of the Soul; very dramatic!
It is as if we have stored some memories in a time loop in our etheric net that were just too painful to process at the time.
And in this case, it is from a prior lifetime, and it is carried forward in a blueprint of my Soul.
Right now it is clearing … That is a good thing. But on the other hand it is a time-consuming process, quite frequently, to go through. So we just have to sit patiently with it. At least, I do.
My plan is for my own being of Light to heal this wounding and this cellular trauma and this memory. Slowly but surely, what was happening just a minute ago, as I was doing this, is that the level of clairaudient clamor went down, things started to settle down in my own emotional body, and the pain started to go away.
So that is my process; just thought you might like to know. Because it may come up with regard to other heavy processes as time goes on. If I find out anything better about it, I will let you know in the future.
–revised; from Link: “Dense Energies Departing Earth,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 October 2014 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7nn ..
I had a few random thoughts about visits from the future self (termed by some folks ‘visits by ETs’) … could the future self be my Higher Self? …
Why not bilocate with my future self, just for fun?
All the incarnations are happening now, right? Not just past incarnations … future incarnations as well?
So if I tri-locate these three … past Soul wounding … NOW awareness … Light body of the future-self, with its electromagnetic field clarity … then what would happen? Might I not feel a sense of completeness, of Eternal Nowness?
Buddhism. According to the Buddhist religion, each new incarnation offers a chance for karmic reparation.
Christianity. For the Christian, the current incarnation determines the entire outcome for the Soul. The future of the Soul lies in the heaven, purgatory or hell of the afterlife.
Hinduism. According to the Hindu religion, the Soul completes many cycles of rebirth into physical form, so that it may learn new things and work through its karma.
Theosophy. For the Theosophist, the current incarnation determines one’s afterlife experience (whether of heaven, or hell, or purgatory, or limbo) prior to the next incarnation, and the next attempt to learn a particular Soul lesson.
Ascension Lore. To the ascensioneer, all incarnations are happening at once. From the perspective of the higher dimensions … those beyond right and wrong … we can transform every temporal and spatial expression of our Soul … to greater Light. In this greater Light, these expressions approach more closely the great Light of the Soul, which is but one of countless expressions of the Light of God or Source.
–from Link: “Merkaba and Mothership; Soul Groups and the Eternal Soul,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 2 April 2013 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5wF ..
NASA has a TIMED satellite that monitors how hot carbon dioxide and nitric acid gases are in the portion of the Thermosphere 100-300 km above Earth. The Space Weather article mentions that the Earth’s ‘thermosphere’ is cooling.
VASTNESS OF EARTH’S THERMOSPHERE
Here is a graphic from the article showing how vast the Thermosphere is, compared to the Mesosphere, Stratosphere, and Troposphere above which it lies ..
This article describes a set of new solar terrestrial indexes (!) called the Thermosphere Climate Indexes (TCI). The descriptors for these TCI are: Hot, Warm, Neutral, Cool, Cold … Fluctuations in the TCI have to do with our Sun’s irradiance and our Earth’s geomagnetism.
The article states that the Solar Minimum we are now experiencing has been the Coldest of the last 7 Solar Cycles. And this, no doubt, has to do with how very ‘minimalist’ the current solar minimum has been, in terms of sun spots Ifor more on this, see the Space Weather link above).
CURRENTS IN, AND EXPANSION AND CONTRACTION OF, EARTH’S THERMOSPHERE
This link gives the height of the Thermosphere as from 79 km to a minimum of 488 km above Earth’s surface.
At this link it is explained that the Thermosphere heats up because of solar activity. This most likely would explain why the link indicates the height of the Thermosphere may more than double, from 488 km to 1006 km. This would sync with a statement in the Space Weather article (see above) that the Thermospheric layer of the atmosphere shrinks when cool and expands when warmer.
So then, during Solar Minimum, the outer edge of the Thermosphere may be about 488 km above Earth’s surface, and at Solar Maximum it may be at 1006 km above Earth’s surface, or thereabouts.
Above the top boundary of the Thermosphere is the ‘Thermopause’, which is also termed the ‘Exobase’ of the ‘Exosphere’ … I take this to mean that the Thermopause is the boundary between Earth’s atmosphere and Outer Space.
At the “Thermosphere” link I discovered that there is a current from North to South (termed ‘meridional’ circulation). There is also a rising motion near the Equator, and a sinking motion at higher latitudes. Because of Earth’s rotation there are flows from west to east (termed ‘zonal’ flows) in non Equatorial regions. Earth’s orthographic (i.e., ‘mountainous’) features and cloud formation (by which apparently is meant the cooling effect of rain?) perturb the zonal flows. This may mean they have a ‘roiling’ effect?
IONOSPHERE OVERLAYS THERMOSPHERE, AND EXPANDS DOWNWARD FROM IT, IN THE DAYTIME
From the same link, I get that Earth’s ionosphere includes, and also expands beyond, the Thermosphere during daytime, and then then shrinks upward to include mostly only the Thermosphere at night.
Ionization in the Ionosphere accounts for auroras that are seen at the Poles at night.
THEORY OF NOOSPHERIC TRANSFORMATION AND WEATHER PATTERN CHANGES
TCI – Thermosphere – Ion Sparking in Ionosphere
So then, since the Thermosphere Climate Indexes (TCI) indicate ‘warm’ or ‘hot’ during times of increased Solar Activity, and if the sparking about ions of the Ionosphere lie mostly in the Thermosphere …
Thought Currents of the Noosphere (the Collective Mind of Earth) and EMF Flow of Ions in Thermosphere
… and if the thought currents of the Noosphere … the Collective Mind … of Earth may be presumed to be carried on the electromagnetic (EMF) flow of the ions of Earth’s atmosphere … situated mostly in the Thermosphere …
Individual Human Thought Currents and EMF Flow of Ions in Human Nervous System
… just as transmission of thought via our individual human nervous systems depends on the flow of ions through our nervous system …
Thermosphere as Interdimensionally Colocational with Collective Superconscious Portion of Earth’s Noosphere
… then might not the Noosphere … the Collective Mind of Earth … be interdimensionally colocational, in its Collective Superconscious portion, with the Thermosphere of Earth?
Roiling of Thermosphere Interdimensionally Coincident with Transformation of Collective Superconscious Portion of Earth’s Noosphere
… and might not Solar Activity and Earth’s magnetism interact to transform the Superconscious portion of the Collective Mind of Earth’s Noosphere…
Thermospheric Roiling Perceived as Cognitive Diminution (‘Cognitive Dissonance’) in the Lower Noosphere
Might what SpaceWeatherNews … https://spaceweathernews.com/space-weather-health-alert-information/ … terms ‘cognitive diminution’ and what Tom Kenyon … www.tomkenyon.com … terms ‘cognitive dissonance’ be the effects felt in the Subconscious and Conscious portions of the Collective Mind of Earth’s Noosphere, while the Solar energies and Earth energies are transforming the Superconscious portion of the Noosphere, overlaying and interpenetrating, as might be envisioned, the physical ions of the Thermosphere?
Thermosphere Climate Indexes (TCI) as a Way of Quantitating the Incoming Light
What we Lightworkers and Ascensioneers term the ‘Incoming Light’, then, could be conceived as coinciding with the activity of our Sun, striking the Thermosphere, and capable of being measured by the Thermosphere Climate Indexes (the TCI) …
… keeping in mind that our Sun is interacting with many other Suns, especially those in the Paths of Light … sometimes open to, and sometimes closed to … the Light of the Great Central Sun.
Light as Intelligent and Loving
If Light is intelligent and loving, as I have proposed in past blogs …
Link: “The Universe as Intelligent Love and Light,” by Alice B. Clagett, originally published on 17 January 2014 , https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7A2 ..
Link: “Mystical Poetry Celebration in Los Angeles,” by Alice B. Clagett, originally published on 23 August 2014, https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7k3 ..
Cognitive Diminution (‘Cognitive Dissonance’) as a Collective Subconscious and Collective Conscious Misperception of the Transformative Nature of the Incoming Light
… then the changes taking place in our Thermosphere, which we perceive as ‘cognitive diminution’ or ‘cognitive dissonance’ in Mini-Noospheric Terms (in terms of personal cognition) … are but veiled perceptions of this greater Truth.
Earth’s Troposphere Interdimensionally Colocational with Collective Subconscious and Collective Conscious of Earth’s Noosphere
We humankind walk the Earth in the portion of her atmosphere termed the Troposphere … the lowest 10 to 116 km of our atmosphere, which extends from sea level to the tips of Earth’s highest mountains and her highest clouds …
This Troposphere may be conceived as interdimensionally colocational with the Collective Subconscious and the Collective Conscious of Earth’s Noosphere.
Troposphere, the ‘Sphere of Change’, and Chaotic Weather Systems
What we term the Troposphere … the ‘sphere of change’ … is densely affected by weather turbulence … clouds, storms, droughts, and winds. These weather patterns in Earth’s physical atmosphere seem chaotic, and beyond our control, because they coincide, in Noospheric terms, with our Collective Subconscious of humankind.
Will the Incoming LIght Transform the Lower Noosphere, so That Weather Patterns Become More Life-Sustaining?
As the Incoming Light transforms the Collective Superconscious, with concomitant roiling of the Thermosphere, may not the Collective Subconscious of Earth’s noosphere be transformed to greater Consciousness, to awareness, so that it matches the Consciousness of Awakened Earth?
Should this transformation take place, as thought to be occurring by Ascensioneers, then we might anticipate that Earth’s Troposphere will become less the ‘sphere of change’, and more a conscious manifestation of nonrandom weather patterns attuned to the needs of all the beings on Earth.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
This video is far-ranging: nature spirits and devas, bonobos and chimps, the aggression gene, multidimensionality, a fallen tree, the cycle of nature, and your contribution to Planet Earth!
At the end of the video are scenes of California oak and meadowland, and mountains, along with the poignant instrumental music “Prelude No. 7,” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0. There is a Summary after the video; text in green font is not in the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.
Well, I went for two walks today, out in the beautiful mountains and nature scenes. I had some talks with the nature spirits, which is always a lot of fun. I happened to have a few cats eye marbles from the dollar store, and I was able to place them where the nature spirits asked me to place them … in four trees.
And I had an amazing conversation with the first nature spirit that I gifted with a marble … I was leaving to go back to my walking group, and she showed me a picture of herself: She was sitting with her arms crossed, and her legs crossed, on top of the marble. And she was saying: I’m guarding my turf!
There were five or six nature faeries that came around from the other trees around there, to look at her beautiful marble. So, she was making her plans. And so that was a lot of fun … just a ton of fun.
And so, that’s not really the topic of my talk. So I placed my last marble in an old oak tree just now, next to an oak tree that has seen valiant, bright, tall, majestic days, and that has fallen into several parts. And now there is just one part left that’s growing. And I had a talk with that one, blessing its days, and thanking it for serving Earth by being here. I might include a little video of that tree …
And that is also not the topic of my talk. I wanted to talk a little about a story that someone told me, months ago. She said that there is a type of primate that is like a chimpanzee … I think she said … and it lives on one side of a great river.
And this particular primate … the bonobo … has no warlike instincts. And so, across the river …
There goes Mr. Raven … Bye, dude! Bye! … They don’t much like talking to me. They like talking to each other. They think humans just offer ‘noise interference’. [laughs]
… So on the other side of this great river, she says … which is apparently too wide for them to swim across … is a group of warlike chimps. That’s the story. And so, there have been stories about scientists looking at what it is that makes this one primate unwarlike, and the other primate warlike; I think, with the notion of gene manipulation so that people would become less warlike.
And so but, I have something to say about that, which is not three-dimensional … It’s not from 3D space. It seems to me that this story is a metaphor for the dimensions.
You could think of the place where the chimps live, as three-dimensional Earth. And the river between them, as the fourth dimension … the dreamtime realm. And on the other side, where there is no war, and where there is harmony amongst all the primates: That place is the fifth dimension.
And you know, we’re there now! All we have to do is, in the great power and majesty of our hearts, we decide to switch to that dimension; to cross that stream of the fourth dimension, and find ourselves a place of global harmony. So…
Well so, this is a scene of the majestic tree … [shows fallen oak tree] … a beautiful oak tree that has fallen down. It had a wonderful vantage point in this valley. And so, it looks almost like it has completely passed on.
And of course, in passing on, it offers great value: Nutrient value, and homes for many animals and insects, and like that. So, it’s not like its passing is in vain. But it was such a huge tree at one time; that’s the thing. So, one thing is the past grandeur …
And you can see right here where the tree was … [shows stump] … and then all of this … [shows burned out core of trunk] … Oh, I guess there was a fire, and it destroyed the root part of this big part of the tree.
And apparently over here too … [shows other side of fallen tree] … because on this side there is one big branch. And then over here, there is another huge branch that has passed on. See?
And then over here … [pans left] … the smallest branch that was left, fell down. And then it grew up little sprouts that grew into quite a sizable tree here. And so, when you look at it from far off, you see: What we have here is another oak tree growing. Kind of cool!
So I was talking, actually, to the tree that’s still alive here, and it was mourning the loss of the rest of the tree. It was saying how, once, it was so grand and so huge, and it reached up to the sky, it said. And now there was so little left of it; you know?
And it said it had lost hope, because it missed, actually, the rest of the tree. It missed it: Like the leaves, and the trunk, and all of it. It missed it. And so, it said that the deva had told it that it was soon to pass.
But I had a feel for it. You know, the deva knows best for all the plants in the forest, and all the trees and all of the animals. But nevertheless, I stood here for some time, blessing this very courageous sapling that sprouted up from the remains of what was once grand and great.
And I said to it: You know, why not relate to this tree, over here … [pans left] … You know, this is a beautiful tree that you can relate to. And the deva broke in and said: I know my business, and know the timing of the tree. I know the timing of all things here. Please don’t interfere.
So I thanked the deva. And I thank this beautiful tree. And I thank the cycle of nature that allows all of us to come, and make a contribution to this great planet Earth. And then go on.
Well, everybody: Take care, until next time! Glad you’re here now, with me, and with all humankind, in this cycle, on planet Earth. And I know that your contribution … like the contribution of this wonderful oak tree … is going to be absolutely magnificent.
[Then follow scenes of California oak and meadowland, and mountains, along with the poignant instrumental music “Prelude No. 7,” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0.]
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
This is a video about a particular type of negative astral entity, that wants to take the third-eye point light away from human beings, and get it for itself. There’s 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 have a report on a particular kind of negative astral entity. I would call it a Thief of the Third-Eye Point Light. They’re about as big as a man would be … a man five or six feet tall. But their energy field is denser than that of a man on the astral plane. They have an attraction to the third-eye point light of human beings, on the astral plane. They want to take it away from us, and they want it for themselves.
You know, there are beings of different kinds on the astral plane. And amongst the beings that are negatively aspected, there are beings that are relatively dark, and those that are relatively light. Those that are light, sometimes steal light from other beings.
And so, when we say prayers, we make a distinction between the ‘beings of light’, and the ‘beings of light and love’ … or ‘beings of light and Christed love’, you see. Because the type of beings that we want to have around us … that can nourish our physical and subtle bodies, and help us align with God, are the beings of ‘Christed love and light’ or ‘light and Christed love’.
Getting back to this being … the Thief of the Third-Eye Point Light … They come and pester me sometimes. Because people who do kundalini yoga develop a reasonably strong third-eye point light, along with the light of the other chakras.
And so, they come, and they are attracted to the light. Lots of different kinds of beings are; but this particular being is a bother. So it was hanging around last night. They tend to come around at night, when I’m tired; when my energy field is a little lower. So that’s something to look out for. The notion being, to enjoy life, and to have a nice, relaxed time in the evenings, when we’re tired, so as to prevent these types of negative astral entities from coming around.
Anyway, it was coming around, insistently, last night, while I was working on the computer. It was around my head, and above my head.
You know, there are people on Earth who have the malware that they are frightened of the third-eye point light of other people. And so … because of this superstition of the evil eye that some country folk have … they’re in alignment with these Thieves of the Third-Eye Point Light.
So these people can be used by those Thieves to help steal the light of other human beings perceived by the superstitious human beings as being a threat to them when, in fact, they are not. The third-eye point light is merely the light of a strongly functioning pituitary gland … and also the door that helps us see the door amongst the various multidimensional and multitemporal worlds.
So, it’s not a threat to other people unless it’s negatively aspected. And it’s not negatively aspected unless we’re in poor health, or our kundalini is not properly aligned … we’re not doing the right kind of stretching and yoga and joyful participation in this third-dimensional reality. Or, unless someone is attacking us.
Someone who is superstitious about the third-eye point … someone who thinks that we have the evil eye, or who is fearful of our third-eye point, can join up with one of the Thieves of the Third-Eye Point energy, and attack us.
And so then, things happen to our third-eye point, so that we have to keep doing our yoga, over and over again, and all the other practices that are important for a happy energy field, a healthy aura.
Anyway, getting back to the topic, last night, I thought of someone that had this notion that he was other people’s … especially women’s … third-eye points … thought they were the evil eye. And the minute I thought about that person, this beings that was hunched and crouched over me, trying to get at my third-eye point … which is a bother … leaped off of me! … and sprang through the air, for a long way … hundreds of miles! … to this other person. All in a trice! All in an instant!
The energy that I gathered from that other being (the one that leapt) was like a movie that I saw a time or two .. It’s called the Time Machine, the 2002 film, (1) about a person … not in this century; in a prior century … that made a time machine, and was hoping to get back to the lady that he loved, and who had passed on, I think. And he made a mistake, and he went forward in time … oh, you know, way, way forward in time … to a time when there had been a catastrophic explosion of the Moon, and it had changed the population and animal life and everything on Earth. And all the sentient life, mostly, was three different species. pr races. of beings evolved from today’s human beings … One, the Eloi, that was sort of like cows or cattle. And another, the Morlocks, that preyed upon the cows or cattle. And then there was the Uber Morlock, a humanoid Morlock (2) … who was an overlord or overseer, with a really strong third-eye point.
Actually, I saw something in that movie, which made me watch it a time or two. And especially, the people that were so docile, and easily caught and marauded and eaten by this predatory race that was once human, and the third-eye point overlord. have some bearing on the current reality, I feel.
And now, since that experience last night, I have a couple of things to say about that movie. The predators in that movie had this immense leaping ability … they could make giant leaps. (3) They were very, very strong; very, very fierce. And they they lacked a human feeling … a heart-felt feeling.
And the being that jumped off of me last night had a similar, predatory springing ability … a strength … about him. And also some of the third-eye point energy of the uber-morlock overseer in the movie.
But he was not a Controller … it was more like a medium-range astral entity of the negative astral entity series. So anyway, I do notice, quite a bit, attempts … spells and so forth … to dumb down my third-eye point … or to injure it. And I came up with a prayer today, and a blessing for the third-eye point, that I think would be good for everybody, as they begin to develop the sensitivity to that. and to understand the importance of keeping the third-eye point clear.
It would be good for everyone to know about this blessing, or to devise one of their own. It’s a very simple blessing, and it goes like this:
May my celestial ascension team protect my third-eye point energy, now and forever, from all but beings of Christed love and light
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
(1) This is about the movie described in the above video: